While he and the Pastor sat in the darkness—they didn’t want anyone to see them—they peeked out the window. It didn’t seem like five in the morning because there was a lot of commotion—police cars, white men in pickup trucks, black men in pickup trucks, Negroes walking in the streets. Deron figured that the cops would be looking for him. They were going to blame him for the murders just like they did his brother. It was going to be his word against the Sheriff’s. The Sheriff would never admit that he brought Deron to the warehouse and cuffed him to the table. How was he going to get out of this? Deron hated this town. He was sick of it. Here he was ready to die, and now they’re going to blame him for something he didn’t do. Who knows, they will also blame him for the other murders. Deron had called his mom to let her know what happened and that he was at Pastor Bryant’s house. He asked her to try to get a hold of the lawyer. “Roof, roof.” The dog started barking from downstairs.
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