“It gets him involved with more staff and teachers.”
Victor immediately set up a laptop on the piano and opened it. Mr. Blackbourne opened his messenger bag and took out a device, some sort of thing that looked like an external hard drive. He hooked it up to Victor’s laptop. Victor took over after, typing and clicking around. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but after a few moments, Victor signaled to the rest of us. “Should be safe.”
We all took a seat in the chairs Mr. Blackbourne had set out. I sat next to Nathan with Silas on my other side. The others made a semi-circle around us.
“We’ve several projects ahead of us,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “But before that, are we all feeling rested after our time off?”
I nodded, and the others murmured mostly agreement. There had been stressful times between Christmas break, the Academy camp at New Year’s, and then following the fiasco with Carol and my father and my escape from that.
In a way, I was glad it all happened, glad it was over, and now we could move on.
“Kind of got jolted near the end,” Nathan said. He gazed at his feet at the floor, scooting his shoe around the linoleum.
“We’re already making changes regarding everything moving forward,” Mr. Blackbourne said. He looked dead at me. “Why don’t you tell them your plans, Miss Sorenson?”
I blinked repeatedly and for a moment. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about until I looked over at Luke, who sat up and spoke, “That’s our project.”
“Uh,” I said. “Yes, we were thinking about...a house.”
Gabriel took over. “We need to start thinking about it and looking at options. Between Victor and Sang and I, we’d need a place soon. We can’t all crash at Nathan’s forever. It’d be too obvious to everyone on that block, not to mention Erica or the Sorensons noticing.”
“It’s the project we can take on,” Luke said. “But we need to hear from everyone else what they’d need. Like a list of...”
“Wait,” Silas said, an eyebrow raising. “We’re talking about one place? For everyone?”
“Sometimes students share a house once they move on from living at home,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “Usually near a university.”
I realized suddenly this was a family meeting, and the device Mr. Blackbourne and Victor had set up probably helped keep our conversation private. However, the way they tiptoed around certain topics made me think they still weren’t willing to say too much out loud. Perhaps talking about it here wasn’t the best, but it was getting harder to get most of them together like this in the same spot.
“Yeah,” Silas said. “But we can’t all just move. And what kind of place are we talking about?”
“Pam’s love life is getting in the way of my sleep,” Gabriel said. “And going back and forth every day... I just want a closer spot, okay? We lose at least a couple of hours a day trying to drive back and forth to where we need to be. And Sang needs her own turf. We’re already in trouble with Erica as it is. We’re just asking for more problems if we keep this up.”
“So we’re voting to not tell anyone about us?” North asked. “We’re going to hide in a house no one can visit, because we can’t explain why there are ten of us in a single house. I mean, that’s what you’re looking at.”
“Don’t we need to sort this out for ourselves, first?” Nathan asked. He glanced over at me and then down to the floor. “I mean, we all want to do the right thing. But...there’s a lot we haven’t talked about.”
“We’re getting off track,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “But no matter what we decide or who we choose to trust, some basic necessities need to be addressed.” His eyes shifted from one of the guys to the next, including me in his pass. “We’re getting to the point where it could be critical that you all need to move away from home. Whether you choose to live with each other or separate, it is your choice. Opting to live separate doesn’t mean voting yourself out of the group. Or out of anything.”
“I vote to live with Sang,” Luke said, raising his hand.
“Me, too,” Gabriel said, copying Luke with both of his hands in the air.
North groaned. “We know.” He pointed at Luke. “But you aren’t going anywhere until Uncle’s house is finished.”
“Sang needs a house before then,” Luke said.
“That’s fine,” he said. “But we’ve got other obligations before you can start running off.”
“Which brings us to Hendricks,” Mr. Blackbourne said. “And the rest of the people we’ve crossed paths with while here. We’ll need to complete it all before—” His lips twisted and he instantly dropped his hand into his pocket to fish his phone out. An eyebrow raised, crossing behind his dark glasses. He slid his finger across the surface and put it to his ear.
The rest of us fell silent. For a moment, I couldn’t imagine who it could be. We were all accounted for.
His lips tightened, the sharpness in his gray eyes turning the color into steel. After a minute, he lowered the phone and pushed a button then motioned us to keep quiet.
The voice was difficult to hear, but after a moment, I recognized Dr. Green.
“Look, I really want to help you,” he said. “But I can’t until you tell me what’s going on.”
“It’s...Mr. Hendricks,” a woman’s voice said. It sounded familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it right away. “I haven’t had a day off this year. I’ve had to work all this time to keep my old pay rate. I can’t survive on less.”
“But you have to take days off...I mean state regulation...”
“It’s off the books. It’s complicated. But it’s this or he threatens to get me fired. I don’t know what to do. The things he gets us to do aren’t official anyway. He’s in with the superintendent, I’m sure. He keeps saying he’s got friends higher up the chain that can make things happen if I don’t cooperate. Including not being able to work anywhere else in this state...”
I glanced over at Nathan, who sensed me and locked eyes. I made a worried expression, sharing my concern with him. In all of our talk about us, I forgot we had bigger problems here. Mr. Blackbourne was right. Luke had been right. Hendricks was a problem.
“What are you doing when you aren’t teaching?” Dr. Green asked. There was a slight muffling like clothing shifting around the phone. I got the feeling he’d called Mr. Blackbourne to have him listen in but his phone was probably still in his pocket. She probably didn’t know.
“Sometimes I’m here to supervise after school. I run the ticket booth and some security at sport games. And then after school...he has me look in on some students. Sometimes faculty. He sends word sometimes at odd hours of the night to go check on someone. Not really check on. Mostly I sit in my car and leave a report with him about what I saw.”
“Why?” Dr. Green asked. “He shouldn’t be doing that. And why look in on people after hours?”
I thought it almost amusing how well he could pretend we didn’t know Hendricks was doing this.
“I don’t know,” she said. “But I know I’m not the only one. And now someone’s been parking outside of my house at night.”
“He’s having you monitored?”
“Yes,” she said. “And then I can’t sleep. I don’t know why it’s happening. But I was wondering...I know it is forward of me, but I wondered if your school might have any openings. The one you and Mr. Blackbourne work for. I’ve heard a few things...”
The conversation continued with Dr. Green consoling the woman, promising to help her. Meanwhile, Victor got up, went to the laptop, and started typing. Kota went over with him, looking over his shoulder.
The others pulled away, to the far side of the room, circling Mr. Blackbourne to continue to listen quietly.
I went to Victor and Kota. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, but when no one said to do otherwise, I figured it was okay to join them.