Part 2 (1/2)

Deputy Breckinridge said someone pulled a knife this time. Thats extreme. She had good ears, too.

You have to understand. Not only are we dealing with the displacement of old school loyalties, but also with an influx of newcomers, mostly affluent families from the city. Plus immigrant workers whove come to service an expanding vacation sector. Theres cultural frictionand more. We may be rural, but we arent untouched by drugs. Meth has replaced moons.h.i.+ne.

And you can never minimize the pressure of teenage hormones.

Caught off guard by the thoughtfulness in her tone of voice, he hazarded a sideways look at her. Youve got it. Her eyes half closed, she was contemplating him. He snapped his head forward. SoSheriff McQuire established a program, he said, retreating to his spiel. A public-safety program thats an offshoot of the Junior Deputy Program we run in the elementary schools. The sheriff put me in charge of the high school.

I cant picture teenagers willingly partic.i.p.ating in something called a Junior Deputy Program.

The cruisers two-way radio crackled. As she reached out to adjust the volume, he put out his hand to stop her. Apparently, she wasnt real good with boundaries.

At the high-school level, he explained, we just call it The Program. And its as no-nonsense as its name. We deal with peer pressure, drugs, conflict resolution. All under the umbrella of public safety. We pull no punches in how we talk to the kids.

Straining against her seat belt, she leaned forward to examine the controls on the dashboard. Why did Sheriff McQuire put you in charge of it?

Probably because Mack knew these kids inside out. Hed been one of them. Full of p.i.s.s and vinegar, his grandmother used to say. But he wasnt about to tell this to a stranger, a reporter, no less. Youd have to ask the sheriff.

He could feel her eyes on him, but he kept his own on the road. Back to the kids, she said, her tone level. Patient, even. When you didnt look at her, she came off as mature. Even with a realistic course for them, they still get in trouble?

Theyre kids. Obviously you dont have any. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw her stiffen.

N-no. Her hesitation seemed out of character. Ive never been married. Are you married? She lobbed that question as she might something dangerous she wanted to get rid of. For the record.

Married to the job. But this articles not about me, remember.

Did he hear an oh, yeah? in the silence?

So whats the game plan when we reach the high school? she finally asked.

By the time we get there, the princ.i.p.al should have a.s.sembled the parentseven the working parents. Getting them involved in school altercations should cut down on more seriousincidents in the future. Im essentially going to run a conflict-resolution session with these kids, their parents and the school counselors.

And me?

With relief he saw the cell-phone tower above the trees of the high-school campus. The school itself couldnt appear fast enough for him. He needed to get back to his duties. Clear-cut action to solve a specific problem. And away from all this hopscotch questioning.

And you? Youre going to sit in the corner, he replied, suspecting he might later regret this decision. Out of the way. Where youll observe and take notes.

Why should I take notes? I thought when we got back to your office, you were going to call the Sun and get them to replace me.

As if it required all his attention, he hit the directional signal as they neared the school entrance. Made himself listen to it click three times before answering her. Lets say youre quick, he admitted. You catch on to whats happening without me hammering it home. If you stay out of my way and let me do my job, maybe we can work something out.

Maybe? Am I, like, on parole?

Was she trying to tick him off? He pulled into the parking lot and stopped in front of the main entrance. With an irritated shove, he opened his door and got out.

C HLOE OBSERVED THE STUDENTS , their parents and school officials as they dispersed from the cafeteria. Shed been witness to Deputy Whittakers impressive display of self-control balanced by his uncanny understanding of human nature.

Surprise, surprise. The man had a non-p.r.i.c.kly side to him.

It was good hed been the focus of her story because, once inside the school, surrounded by teenagers, shed remembered why shed told her editor shed never do the board of education beat. Claire would have been seventeen Fortunately the deputy interrupted her reverie as he walked across the big room to where she sat on a folding chair next to the emergency exit. He should be pleased hed brought the intervention to such a positive end, yet he didnt look it. His shoulders were stiff, his mouth was set in a severe line, and he carried himself with military bearing.

Automatically Chloe rose and retreated a step toward the emergency door. Why was it that in his presence she felt compelled to stand and salute?

Ready to go? His staccato words jolted her. Her backside hit the doors push bar and the door opened. The alarm sounded. The other deputies, the princ.i.p.al, the school counselors, several remaining parents and their kids froze. The kids began to snicker.

Whittaker reached past her with a grimace that said shed lost any Brownie points shed scored during the meeting by staying out of the way. Wordlessly he disengaged the alarm, then closed the door.

Reporter humor? he asked.

When she chose to consider that a rhetorical question and remained silent, he grasped her by the elbow and propelled her out of the cafeteria.

Tomorrow I think Ill hand you over to Deputy Breckinridge, he said as he marched her through the school corridors to the front door. Shes on desk duty.

Feeling like a truant on the way to the princ.i.p.als office, Chloe tried not to pant keeping up with his long-legged stride. I dont think desk duty was what Sheriff McQuire had in mind when he called in the press, she declared, wresting control of her elbow from Whittaker. Besides, you and I havent finished with today.

In the parking lot he swiveled to face her. Im in charge while the sheriffs away. Todays interview is finished. Ill drive you back to the B and B.

Her mouth dropped open. Now wait a minute. This isnt going to work as a piecemeal deal. Im supposed to walk in your shoes. Get a feel for your job. A couple hours a day wont cut it. You havent even offered me a doughnut.

Instantly she regretted her unprofessional dig.

He slid behind the wheel. Because she didnt doubt hed leave her in the parking lot, she scrambled into the pa.s.senger seat.

The cruisers radio crackled. Chloe didnt understand the entire message, delivered in clipped jargon, but she caught the words cat, tree and Sarah Culpepper. When she turned to the deputy for explanation, he concentrated on his driving as if it were his first time behind the wheel. To Chloes surprise, the tips of his ears were a deep shade of pink.

He cut her a glance. I have a stop to make before I drop you off. You can stay in the car.

Is it a dangerous situation?

No.

What is it, then?

He remained silent.

Chloe suspected he had an amazing capacity to stonewall. Well, she had an amazing capacity to persist. You dont get to pick and choose what I see this week, Deputy. Im here to record the good, the bad and the ugly. She reached in her backpack for her Nikon.

Put that thing away and Ill explain.

She did as he ordered, telling herself he hadnt specified for how long.

It all began, he said, clearly exasperated, when Bonita Culpepper bought her granny a cell phone after a talk given at the seniors center. On personal safety.

Cell phones for the elderly. That sounds like a good suggestion. She heard a click in her pocket. Wait! Wait! Quickly she removed the finished tape from the tiny recorder, then rummaged in her other pocket for a spare.

Sarah Culpepper makes good use of her phone, he continued, ignoring her. He certainly didnt follow instructions very well. No matter what her trouble is, she thinks she has a direct line to me.

Who can you turn to if you cant turn to the sheriff? she asked as she found a spare tape and jammed it in the recorder.

Miss Sarah and I go back a long way. To when I was a boy. Im not sure she sees me as a cop. As an adult, even. To her, Im the neighbors kid Mack, and Im the one who always s.h.i.+nnied up her tree to rescue her cats.