“You’ll get in. They need more than one pitcher a game.” Susan was pretty sure that was true. “In any event, I’m going to the game.”
“Whatever,” Raz answered, leaving Susan to her thoughts. She had to face the fact that the kids had been closer to Neil than her. She didn’t know if she could ever bridge that gap. Worse, she couldn’t shake the sensation that they thought the wrong parent had died. She even agreed.
Suddenly her phone rang. They both looked over, and the screen read Ryan calling.
“Thank God.” Susan grabbed the phone and swiped to answer. “Ryan, are you okay? Where are you?”
“I’m at the police station in Rocky Springs. Can you come?”
Chapter Fourteen
The morning sun shone through the classroom windows, and Chris stood as the students went to their seats, dug in their backpacks, and opened spiral notebooks. Evan slipped his phone away, but Jordan was already writing in his notebook. Raz was late, and Chris hoped he showed up. He had to make the final choice between Jordan and Raz today. There was too much to do before Tuesday. He wanted to pull the trigger after class, and he had one more trick up his sleeve.
“Good morning, everyone!” Chris began. “We’re going to start with an exercise about the Bill of Rights.”
Suddenly Raz hurried into the classroom and sat down heavily in his seat, dropping his backpack loudly on the floor. “Sorry I’m late,” he mumbled, but Chris kept his attention on the class.
“Okay, gang, your homework was to write an essay about which Amendment is the most important. But our forefathers didn’t write the Bill of Rights by submitting a paper. They hammered it out together. So that’s what we’re going to do today, have a real debate.” Chris returned his attention to Raz, slumped in his chair. “Raz, which Amendment did you decide was the most important?”
“Um, the Second?”
“Okay, come on up here.” Chris gestured to the front of the classroom, and Raz rose uncertainly. Chris looked back at the class. “Now, let’s get an adversary.” Chris turned to Jordan, apparently spontaneously. “Jordan, which Amendment did you think was the most important?”
“The Fourth.”
“Then come on up.”
“Okay.” Jordan rose and lumbered to the front of the room, barely glancing over at Raz.
Chris stood between the two boys like a boxing referee. “Raz and Jordan, you will each state your case. If anybody has a question, they can ask and you have to answer, then keep going. The class will decide who wins, and that will be the end of the first round. We’ll keep going until we see which Amendment is left.”
Raz raked back his hair, and up close, he looked unusually pale, even drawn. “Well, uh, I said the Second Amendment was the most important because everybody should have a right to protect themselves, like, against whatever. Like bad guys. You’re not safe if you can’t protect yourself and that should be your right as a citizen—”
“Raz, what’s the Second Amendment?” one of the boys shouted. “It’s called a definition. We learned it in middle school.”
The class laughed, and Raz looked shaken. “The Second Amendment is the right to bear arms. It says that a citizen has a right to bear arms and the government can’t take that away from them.”
Sarah raised her hand. “My dad says the militia is allowed to have the arms, not the people. It says it right there, ‘a militia,’ doesn’t it?”
“My mom says that’s from lobbying—” shouted another boy, but Chris shot him a warning glance, not wanting a gun-control debate. He knew more about guns than these kids ever would, and that wasn’t the point of the exercise.
“Raz,” Chris interjected, “what do you think is the reason the Second Amendment is the most important?”
“Well, um, see,” Raz fumbled. “Because you gotta live. You can talk about the pursuit of happiness, or free speech, but none of it makes any difference if you’re dead. Once you’re dead, you’re dead and gone … and it doesn’t matter what your rights were or whatever happiness you were pursuing because, let’s face it, you’re … like, dead.”
The class burst into laughter.
Sarah’s hand rose. “Raz, is your argument that if you’re dead, you don’t have any rights? Is that really the best argument you can come up with? That dead people don’t have rights?”
“It’s not that.” Raz licked his dry lips, his dark eyes filming. “You have to be able to protect yourself! You have to be able to live! Do you want to die? Do you really want to die?”
“What?” Sarah and the class laughed, but Chris waved them into silence, realizing that Raz was probably talking about his late father.
“Okay Raz, time’s up. Thank you.” Chris gestured to Jordan. “Jordan, state your case.”
Jordan faced the class, surprisingly poised. “I wrote that the Fourth Amendment was the most important. It says that citizens should be safe in their houses, and that the government is not allowed to have unreasonable searches and seizures.”
“Good definition!” the boy in the back said pointedly, and the class chuckled.
Jordan paused. “Most of the Amendments are about making sure you’re able to do something, like the right to speak freely or to practice whatever religion you want, but the Fourth Amendment says you don’t have to do anything.”
“It’s the chillest Amendment!” another boy called out, and everybody laughed.
Jordan smiled shyly. “In a way, it is. It says you have the right to be free and happy in your own home. The right to be left alone. Justice Brandeis of the Supreme Court said that, and that’s what makes the Fourth Amendment the most important. Thank you.”
The class erupted into applause, which Chris silenced by motioning to them. “Okay, class, now that you have heard both arguments, it’s time to vote. Clap if you think Raz is the winner of the debate.”
Only two students clapped, and the others giggled. Raz sagged, embarrassed.
Chris gestured to Jordan. “Now clap if you think Jordan won the debate.”
Everybody else clapped, and Jordan stood taller. Raz looked away.
Chris made his decision. He was going with Jordan. The boy had risen to the occasion, overcoming his natural reserve to defend himself and his position, performing under pressure and thinking on his feet. The classroom exercise paled in comparison to what lay ahead, and Chris couldn’t rely on a boy who might fall apart when things got tough.
And lethal.
Chapter Fifteen