It was the one bright spot in an otherwise dreary week. The colder weather brought a rash of ailments. The flu bug hit the school, and several students had been out for the past couple of days, Jack Force among them. Apparently, even vampires weren't immune to the flu epidemic. Schuyler also heard Bliss had been grounded since the party, and the tall Texan girl kept to herself. Even Dylan complained about it - Bliss was moody and remote, and never left Mimi's side.
The next day was bitter cold and gray. The first sign that winter was approaching. It was a New York gray - from the buildings to the smog to the skies - as if a dark, damp cloud had descended on the city like a wet blanket. When Schuyler arrived at the Duchesne gates, a dark mist hung over a bustling commotion in front of the school. She passed several white news vans with satellite antennas, and a crew of reporters primping, checking their teeth in handheld mirrors, and grooming before the cameras rolled. There were camera crews with tripods everywhere, as well as newspaper and magazine reporters and photographers - an even bigger mob than on the day of Aggie's funeral.
Several Duchesne students were huddled at the front doors, watching the scene. She found Oliver in the crowd and joined him.
"What's happened?" she asked.
Oliver looked grim. "Something awful. I feel it."
"I feel it too," she agreed. "It's not another death is it?"
"I'm not sure."
They waited at the gates. From the front door of the Duchesne mansion, two burly policemen were escorting a young man between them. A scruffy, disheveled young man wearing a beat-up leather jacket.
"Dylan! Why? What's he done?" Schuyler asked, horrified.
The crowd of reporters and cameramen pressed forward, covering the scene with flashes and a barrage of questions. "Any comment?"
"Why did you do it?"
"Care to share your feelings with our readers?"
Schuyler felt panicked and distressed. Why were they taking Dylan away? And in such a public fashion? She couldn't believe the school would let them do something like this! She found a wild-eyed Bliss in the crowd.
"Schuyler!" For the moment, Bliss had forgotten she and Schuyler weren't really friends.
Schuyler took Bliss's hands in hers. "Why? What happened? Why are they taking him away?" she asked.
"They think Dylan killed Aggie!" she said. Bliss was fighting to hold on to her composure, but seeing Oliver's and Schuyler's stricken faces made her break down. She held on to them for support. "I overheard them talking to the headmistress. Aggie didn't die of a drug overdose, she was murdered... strangled, and she had Dylan's DNA on her fingertips..."
"No."
"It's got to be a mistake," Bliss said tearfully.
"Bliss, listen to me," Schuyler said, a hard edge to her voice. "He's being set up. Dylan couldn't have killed Aggie. Remember?"
Bliss's eyes focused. She nodded. She knew what Schuyler was saying. "Because..."
"Because he's human and a Red Blood can't kill a Blue Blood... Aggie would have overpowered him in a second. It's a lie. Aggie was a vampire. There was no way Dylan could have killed her."
"A setup."
"Right," Schuyler said. The rain was coming down in torrents, and all three of them were getting soaked, but none of them seemed to notice.
Bliss looked fearfully at Oliver. "But Schuyler, there's no such thing as a vampire..." she said lamely.
"Oh. Don't worry about Oliver. He knows. He's okay. He's a Conduit. I'll explain later."
Oliver tried to look trustworthy and reassuring. He remembered his umbrella in his pack and opened it, shielding them from the rain.
"Jack told me last week that there's something out there killing Blue Bloods. My guess is Dylan's being framed," Schuyler explained.
"So that means he's innocent..." Bliss said hopefully. "Of course he is. We need to find out who is behind this, and we need to get Dylan out of there." Schuyler declared. Bliss nodded.
"We need to find out what's going on. Why Dylan is being charged all of a sudden, when the official report was a drug overdose. Where did they get this 'evidence'? And why Dylan?"
"Your dad's a senator. He's got to have some connections with the police department. Can't he help?" Oliver suggested.