“Did you take it to the park, Josh?”
“No.”
“Do you have any idea how it got to the park?”
“No.”
“The only fingerprints on it are yours,” she said. “Can you explain that?”
“It’s his,” Miranda said. “Of course his fingerprints are on it.”
“I meant, if he isn’t the one who hit Scott Alexander with it, why aren’t there other fingerprints on it?” the woman cop said. She said it nicely, though. “When was the last time you saw it, Josh?”
“I—I can’t remember. A couple of weeks ago, maybe.”
“Did you take it somewhere and lose it?”
I looked at her. The questions weren’t the ones I expected.
“No,” I said. “I never take it out of the house. It’s always in my room—” I broke off. It wasn’t my room. “It’s always in the living room. That’s where I sleep. I keep it in a crate in the living room.”
“So as far as you know, it’s never been outside of the apartment?” the woman cop said. She sounded disappointed.
“That’s right,” I said.
“Josh, do you own a leather jacket?” the cop said.
“No,” Miranda answered for me.
The cop looked at her. “We can check.”
“He doesn’t own a leather jacket,” Miranda said. “Why?”
The cop looked directly at me.
“Scott says he didn’t see the guy who attacked him. He says the guy grabbed him from behind, but he could tell he was wearing a leather jacket. He says he tried to get the guy off him. He slammed him backward into the cement wall that runs around the side of the park. You know that wall, Josh?”
I nodded. I could picture it.
“He says he rammed the guy into the wall and then tried to pull away. He says he could hear the guy’s leather jacket scrape against the wall before the guy started hitting him with that.” She nodded at the priest, but she was looking directly at me. “The jacket must have got scraped pretty bad,” she said. “If you look closely, you can see traces of leather on the wall.”
“Josh doesn’t have a leather jacket,” Miranda said again.
“Did you borrow the jacket from someone, Josh?”
What? “No.”
“But this is your weapon. And the only fingerprints on it are yours. And you were mad at Scott. And you were out that night when you should have been at home. Is that right?”
“I didn’t do it,” I said.
“So this thing just walked itself down to the park, attached itself to someone wearing a leather jacket and beat up Scott Alexander? Is that what you’re saying, Josh? It just walked out of the apartment by itself?”
“I took it outside,” Miranda said quietly. The cop looked at her. “Josh leaves his stuff lying around, even when I tell him to put it away. I get mad. I tell him if he doesn’t pick up after himself, I’ll pick everything up and throw it out.” She glanced at me, then looked back at the cop. “I put Josh’s box of things outside in the hall once. And out back near the dumpster another time.”
The cop nodded. “How long ago was that?”
“I don’t know. A week. A week and a half maybe.”
“And what happened to it?” the cop said.
“I saw the crate when I got home. I brought it back upstairs.”
“Was the priest in it then?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I didn’t check.”
The cop looked at Miranda. “Did you see anyone look at the box or go near the box?”
“No,” Miranda said. “I mean, I didn’t check on it or anything. I just left it there. I was pretty mad.” Then she frowned. “But there were some kids hanging around out back when I went out with it.”
“Kids?” the cop said.
“Some teenagers who live in the building.” She looked at me. “That boy who lives at the end of the hall and some of his friends.”
Oh.
Both the cop and Miranda were staring at me.
I stared down at the table.
“You want to know what else Scott Alexander told me, Josh?” the cop said. “He told me he doesn’t think you’d be stupid enough to attack him and then leave the weapon right there where someone would find it. Especially that weapon. But he said if you had an idea who did it, you just might be stupid enough to try to handle it yourself instead of snitching to the cops. Is that right, Josh? Because if it is, you could end up in even more trouble.”
“Josh, do you know who did it?” Miranda said.
I looked at her and at Digby, who was being so good on her lap.
“He was badly hurt, Josh,” the cop said. “And whoever did it to him should be held accountable. It’s the right thing to do. Scott said to tell you it’s what he would do.”
I pictured Scott saying that. I pictured his goofy smile when he said it.
“Josh,” Miranda said. “You should tell.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Jeez, Miranda, stop, would you?” I said. She had fussed at my hair before we left the apartment. She had fussed at my shirt collar before we got into the car. Now that we were in the parking lot at the shelter, she was tugging at the stupid tie I was wearing.
“I just want to straighten it, Josh,” she said. “I want you to look good. Andrew is going to take pictures.”
All of the kids in the program had brought someone with them—a parent, two parents, a guardian, a foster parent. They all looked a lot neater than they normally did and were all wearing their good clothes. Amy was wearing a skirt and a clingy top. She looked amazing. She was with a woman who looked exactly like her, only older. She introduced us—the woman was her mother—and I introduced both of them to Andrew, Miranda and Digby. Scott was there too.
The only person who was missing was Travis. The cops had arrested him. It turned out his cool leather jacket was all scraped in the back from where Scott had dragged it against the wall. He wasn’t locked up, but he was in a group home again where he would get close supervision. He wasn’t allowed to continue in the program.
Mr. Weller started to clap his hands to get everyone’s attention. He talked about the program and what it was supposed to accomplish, both for the dogs and for the kids. Then he said he wanted the guests to judge for themselves how well we had done. He nodded at Scott, who pulled down a movie screen and turned off the lights.
They played the video from the second day. I remembered that I had been scared the first few times I met Sully, but I was surprised by how scared everyone else looked. I was surprised, too, by how badly behaved the dogs were. They were all jumping and barking and pulling in every direction. Then the camera focused on me making Sully sit. Miranda gasped when Sully lunged at me. Everyone except Miranda laughed when I jumped back fast and stepped on Amy’s dog’s tail.
“They made you work with that vicious dog?” Miranda said. She sounded shocked.
“He’s not vicious,” I said.
After the video, the kids in the program all went out of the room. When we came back, we had our dogs on leashes. The dogs all walked to heel. None of them barked or jumped. The people in the audience looked sort of stunned, as if they couldn’t believe these were the same dogs.
One by one, Mr. Weller called us to the middle of the room. One by one, we showed how well our dogs listened to and obeyed commands. I got Sully to sit, stay, come when called, roll over and shake a paw. Miranda clapped the loudest at the end of his performance.
“You worked wonders with that dog, Josh,” she said.
“Yeah. Good work, Josh,” Andrew said.
We all got a certificate that said we had completed the program and another certificate that said we had successfully passed a dog-training course. Mr. Weller told everyone that most of the dogs had been successfully adopted and would soon be leaving for their new homes. He came up to me after and said that Sully was one of the first to have found a home.
“He’s going to a nice family, Josh,” he s
aid. “A nice young couple with a little boy.” He smiled at Andrew, Miranda and Digby. “It looks to me like you and Sully have a lot in common.”
He was right.
“They’re always looking for volunteers here at the shelter,” Mr. Weller said. “If you want me to, I can put in a word for you. And you never know,” he added. “Sometimes volunteering leads to a job. Scott started here as a volunteer.”
“I already filled out an application,” I told him. “Scott helped me. I’m going to start next week.” I looked at Andrew. “It’s just twice a week,” I said. “I’ll also look for a job, I promise.”
“I know you will, Josh,” Andrew said. “So, you want to go get a burger or something to celebrate?”
I said I thought that would be great. Then I said, “Can Scott come too?”
OTHER TITLES IN THE ORCA SOUNDINGS SERIES
Blue Moon by Marilyn Halvorson
Breathless by Pam Withers
Bull Rider by Marilyn Halvorson
Charmed by Carrie Mac
Dead-End Job by Vicki Grant
Death Wind by William Bell
Fastback Beach by Shirlee Smith Matheson
Grind by Eric Walters
The Hemingway Tradition by Kristin Butcher
Hit Squad by James Heneghan
Home Invasion by Monique Polak
Juice by Eric Walters
Kicked Out by Beth Goobie
My Time as Caz Hazard by Tanya Lloyd Kyi
No More Pranks by Monique Polak
No Problem by Dayle Campbell Gaetz
One More Step by Sheree Fitch
Overdrive by Eric Walters
Refuge Cove by Lesley Choyce
Something Girl by Beth Goobie
Sticks and Stones by Beth Goobie
Thunderbowl by Lesley Choyce
Tough Trails by Irene Morck
The Trouble With Liberty by Kristin Butcher
Truth by Tanya Lloyd Kyi
Who Owns Kelly Paddik? by Beth Goobie
Yellow Line by Sylvia Olsen
Zee’s Way by Kristin Butcher
More Orca Soundings
Home Invasion by Monique Polak
I was turning the corner to my street when I spotted the key. Someone had left it right in the lock of their front door. I walked up the front stairs and raised my finger to the doorbell. My plan was to let whoever lived there know they’d forgotten the key.
I didn’t ring the doorbell. I turned the doorknob and let myself in.
Josh is less than thrilled that he has a new step-father and finds his personal habits—and his personality—irritating. Resenting his new living arrangements and his unorthodox home life, Josh finds himself drawn to the idea of a “regular” family and, on a whim, sneaks into a neighbor’s house to see how others live. Considering it a harmless pastime, Josh continues entering people’s houses until he is witness to a violent home invasion. Josh must use all his courage to save himself and bring the home invader to justice.
More Orca Soundings
Yellow Line by Sylvia Olsen
Where I come from, kids are divided into two groups. White kids on one side; Indians, or First Nations, on the other. Sides of the room, sides of the field, the smoking pit, the hallway, the washrooms; you name it. We’re on one side, and they’re on the other. They live on one side of the Forks River bridge, and we live on the other side. They hang out in their village, and we hang out in ours.
Vince lives in a small town—a town that is divided right down the middle. Indians on one side, whites on the other. The unspoken rule has been there as long as Vince remembers, and no one challenges it. But when Vince’s friend Sherry starts seeing an Indian boy, Vince is outraged and determined to fight back—until he notices Raedawn, a girl from the reserve. Trying to balance his community’s prejudices with his shifting alliances, Vince is forced to take a stand and see where his heart will lead him.
More Orca Soundings
Breathless by Pam Withers
And the thing about panicking when you’re forty feet under the ocean’s surface is that you can drown, and you know you can drown. In fact, you can’t breathe without your regulator even if you’re not panicking. You’re also not supposed to hold your breath, because there’s pressure underwater. That means if you’re not breathing out bubbles while the regulator is out, your chest might expand until it explodes.
Beverly is in Hawaii, helping her uncle at his dive shop, learning how to dive and trying to lose weight and get a boyfriend. When Garth, an accomplished diver, shows an interest in her, Beverly is ecstatic, until it turns out Garth is only interested in one thing. Struggling with failing strength from her self-imposed starvation diet, Beverly finds herself in deep trouble when she has to fight Garth off underwater.
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