Fugitive at 17 Page #4
Thinking that Holly would
even use drugs is absurd!
If it's so absurd,
then why did she plead guilty
to a drug charge last year?
That made me so mad!
She was protecting Blake!
It was Blake who took my drugs!
I don't understand.
Blake was stealing my painkillers
when she came over to the house.
Holly protected her and
confessed because Blake
- Was afraid of her parents.
- And why would Holly do that?
Both her parents died.
She has no brothers and sisters.
Blake is like family to her.
Holly will do anything
to protect the people
that she loves.
Even break the law?
Is there no one in your life
for whom you would break the rules?
Look, I'm sorry,
I did pretty well...
So... a teacher who goes
to college parties?
I know. I got to go through
pictures of the whole faculty.
- I thought you said you didn't see his face.
- True, but I know Blake's type.
He must've been really good
looking and not too old.
- That means hundreds of teachers.
I don't know if you remember this,
but about a year ago the court appointed
you, uh, to defend a teenager,
Holly Hamilton, on a
narcotics possession charge.
- Yeah... I remember.
- Yeah, well, I was speaking
to the girl's grandmother,
and she said that the girl
was innocent of the charges.
Apparently, the friend,
Blake Brooks, was so afraid
of her parents that she
That's true, she
said she gave Blake
the drugs, but no, she didn't.
How do you know that?
I defend guilty
people all day long,
so I'm a pretty good
judge of character.
Holly was clean. She took a rap.
I thought you said you
were looking at pictures
- of faculty members.
- Thanks.
Um, I was, but there's
just way too many pictures
to weed through. I just thought
I'd try something different.
So you've moved on to his nails?
Dan, look.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. See? Guitar
Oh, yeah!
- God, who knew?
- Right?
So maybe that means
he's a music teacher...
- Yeah.
She's a kid! Why the hell
We will! We have unis at her house,
her high school, the nursing home...
Yeah, sitting on their asses drinking
coffee, while she makes fools of us all.
That's not what this is about.
Bull! Listen, you don't have the Brooks
family kicking your ass every day.
Tony, you've known me
since the academy.
We were married for eight years.
We have a child together.
Am I or am I not a good detective?
- Just get to the point.
- The point is:
we're supposedto be on the same side here,
but you keep dragging in all this personal
garbage while I'm trying to do my job.
Yeah, and my job is to manage all
the detectives that work under me.
All right, so then manage.
Stop calling me "Softie".
Stop bringing up Marcus
Alva all the damn time.
Hmm.
I mean... maybe...
Let's go to music school.
Look, hold on. I mean,
what if you're right?
OK. What are you gonna
do if you see him?
call the cops.
Um... gimme your phone.
- But why?
- Just do it.
Psst!
Was it him?
Yeah... Actually... I don't know.
You don't sound very confident.
Dan, I just saw the
nails that night. I...
Call the cops. OK, it's their job
to follow up on leads. Use my cell.
No, I can't. It might be traceable.
- What? Whoa, whoa!
- No.
- Dan, you've been beyond helpful.
I'm sure you have a
hundred things to do.
I'll catch up with you later.
Hey, Brent! Finish up!
Dinners almost ready!
OK, Mom.
Sweet!
- Brent?
- Sasha?
No, Brent. It's not Sasha,
it's Holly. How's your phone?
Um, OK.
I dropped it in the toilet, and
some girl help me save it.
Yeah, that was me, Einstein. Is your
mom around? I need to talk to her.
- Why? Am I in trouble?
- No. You're not in trouble.
Mom! Come here!
- What?
- Come... here!
What's up?
That girl who saved my cell
phone wants to talk to you.
What? Come on. Get out of here.
Hamilton? Go. Go, go, go!
- Mom?!
- Now!
Hello, Detective Langford.
You contacted my son?
How did you get his information?
- Just please listen.
- No, you listen.
Don't you dare drag
my family into this.
Don't forget. You dragged my
grandmother into this, remember?
Now, I got a suspect for you,
somebody you should check out.
His name is Billy Johnson,
and he's a guitar teacher
at Central U with long nails.
No way, Holly. You turn yourself in,
and maybe we'll focus on that crime,
and we'll talk later about
the fact that you escaped.
So, hang on, I gotta, like, bargain
with you for you to do your job?
My job?
My job is to bring you in, Holly.
Someone was shot, OK?
- You have to stop running.
- I didn't run be...
I didn't run because I'm guilty.
I ran because I didn't do it.
You're just making things
worse for yourself.
You have to turn yourself in.
What's worse than Blake being dead?
I'm out here on my own,
hiding from you, trying
to solve your case.
Now, I know you don't
owe me any favors,
but I want you to listen.
Please, just... check it out.
Pfft, and don't do it for me.
Do it for the dead girl.
Thanks a lot.
So, what did he say?
Holly?
He's not your guy.
He was teaching last Wednesday.
He's got about 16 alibis.
It's a nice try, though.
Look, I did you a favour.
Now, I need you to do me one.
Just come over here, and we can talk
this through. We can figure it out.
No way.
You can't keep running.
Hold it!
Don't move, Holly.
There you go. Nice and easy.
Nice and easy.
Hey! Step aside!
Move!
What's up with that?
- Police! Step aside!
- Hey!
Out of the way!
Look out, kids.
We lost her. She's got some legs.
Well, she can't run forever.
Damn it.
- Hey, Professor Johnson?
- Uh, can I help you?
I'm a freshman and I'm
writing a short story
about, uh, guitar players,
so I was just wondering if I can
ask you a couple of questions.
- Um, sure. Go ahead.
- Uh, great!
Would, um... serious guitar players
than using a pick or...?
Yeah, flamenco and classical players
often grow their nails out on one hand.
Oh! Are there any
other faculty members
that, uh, that play guitar?
Uh, Loretta Miller. She's good.
- Anybody else?
- Uh, nope.
But there is an economics prof
who plays a mean flamenco.
Uh... Oliphant. He's a regular
at the Firelight Club. Plays
- Thanks.
- Sure.
I'll be right with you.
- He had the nails.
We have to check it out.
You need to stay out of
sight for now, so...
why don't you keep the bed,
and I'll just grab a sleeping
bag from the closet?
You know what? I should
probably get going.
I don't want to get
you into any trouble.
Well, maybe I can keep
you out of trouble.
Yeah, right.
What's that?
I got my calendar notifications on.
It's, um, reminding me that it's my
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