Once inside, I began to ponder my fate. What would I say to mom? Would she kick me out of the house? Would my sister ever talk to me again? What about...college, how was I going to get enough money to return to finish my schooling? What would my friends say if they found out? What price of humiliation would I have to pay for my inability to control my sexual perversion?As I sat on the edge of my bed in silence, solemnly considering my options, the door to my room was suddenly flung open, and in. Brett was still frowning like he was heading to see a dentist as they headed out of town at daybreak the next morning. Hardly anyone was awake to see them leave except for maybe Doris and Rachel who always started her morning baking before the sun had risen. Even the stray dogs were too sleepy to rise up their heads and announce their departure.Both of the marshals had scatterguns over their shoulders because they often met up with confrontations of disparate odds and they needed to cut down. I want you to find out anyone who might have a grudgeagainst either the school or the two pupils who died. I want to knowwhat the connections were to these pupils, who their friends were. Maybe a good idea for you to talk with the parents of the dead girls tofind that out, but be sensitive Phillip! Oh and I want you to find outeverything you can about Mrs Eleanor Drake. She's the last one toarrive at the school and therefore the one person I'm most suspiciousof."Phillip listened to his boss. He commented, “You know, Abe is doing pretty good for himself. He’s been riding that scooter of his around while we’ve been walking or peddling our bikes. Now, he’s gonna be riding that motorcycle and we’ll be riding the bus for the next ten years at the rate we’re going. Martin’s got a brand new truck. My momma ain’t ever had a new car in her whole life. You might think they’re acting white, but I’m not convinced that’s all that bad.”Jerry had listened to the conversation thinking that Martin.