Turning Angel Read Free

Croatian hippie got what he deserved.”
    “Be that as it may,” Jan says icily, “after Ben let Marko up, Marko told Ben he was going to kill him. Two other students heard it.”
    “Macho bullshit,” says Sims. “Bakic trying to save face.”
    “Was it?” asks Jan. “When Ben asked Marko how he was going to do that, Marko said he had a gun in his car.”
    Sims sighs heavily. “Did he? Have a gun, I mean.”
    “No one knows. I didn’t hear about this until after school. Frankly, I think the students were too afraid to tell me about it.”
    “Afraid of what you’d do?”
    “No. Afraid of Marko. Several students say he does carry a gun sometimes. But no one would admit to seeing it on school property.”
    “Did you talk to the Wilsons?” Holden Smith asks from the doorway.
    Bill Sims snorts in contempt. “What for?”
    The Wilsons are the family that agreed to feed and house Marko for two semesters. Jack Wilson is a retired academic, and Marko seems to have him completely snowed.
    Jan Chancellor watches Holden expectantly. She’s a good headmistress, although she dislikes direct confrontations, which can’t be avoided in a job like hers. Her face looks pale beneath her sleek, black bob, and her nerves seem stretched to the breaking point. They must be, to bring her to this point of insistence.
    “I move that we enter executive session,” she says, meaning that no minutes will be taken from this point forward.
    “Second,” I agree.
    Jan gives me a quick look of gratitude. “As you all know, this is merely the latest in a long line of disruptive incidents. There’s a clear pattern here, and I’m worried that something irreparable is going to happen. If it does—and if it can be demonstrated that we were aware of this pattern—then St. Stephen’s and every member of the board will be exposed to massive lawsuits.”
    Holden sighs wearily from the door. “Jan, this was a serious incident, no doubt. And sorting it out is going to be a pain in the ass. But Kate Townsend’s death is going to be a major shock to every student and family at this school. I can call a special meeting later in the week to deal with Marko, but Kate is the priority right now.”
    “Will you call that meeting?” Jan presses. “Because this problem’s not going to go away.”
    “I will. Now I’m going to see Jenny Townsend. Theresa, will you lock up when everyone’s gone?”
    The secretary nods, glad for being given something to do. While the remainder of the board members continue to express disbelief, my cell phone rings. The caller ID shows my home as the origin of the call, which makes me unsure whether to answer. My daughter, Annie, is quite capable of pestering me to death with the phone when the mood strikes her. But with Kate’s death fresh in my mind, I step into the secretary’s office and answer.
    “Annie?”
    “No,” says an older female voice. “It’s Mia.”
    Mia Burke is my daughter’s babysitter, a classmate of Kate Townsend’s.
    “I’m sorry to interrupt the board meeting, but I’m kind of freaked out.”
    “It’s all right, Mia. What’s the matter?”
    “I’m not sure. But three people have called and told me something happened to Kate Townsend. They’re saying she drowned.”
    I hesitate before confirming the rumor, but if the truth hasn’t already spread across town, it will in a matter of minutes. Our secretary learning the truth from an ER nurse was part of the first wave of rumor, one of many that will sweep across town tonight, turning back upon themselves and swelling until the facts are lost in a tide of hyperbole. “You heard right, Mia. Kate was found dead in St. Catherine’s Creek.”
    “Oh God.”
    “I know it’s upsetting, and I’m sure you want to be with your friends right now, but I need you to stay with Annie until I get there. I’ll be home in ten minutes.”
    “Oh, I’d never leave Annie alone. I mean, I don’t even know what I should do. If Kate’s dead, I