10th Anniversary (Women's Murder Club 10) - Page 42
The girl squirmed in the chair.
“Willy. Do not waste my time.”
I wanted to give her a good shake, but she made up her mind without more help from me.
“We all knew that Avis and Mr. Ritter were close,” she said. “She got excellent grades in English, so we thought she was his favorite student, or maybe they were really close. You know what I mean? Because Avis lied when she told you that she was dating Larry Foster.
“She wasn’t dating him. I am.”
Chapter 45
WILLY STEIHL had dropped a bomb.
She was leading me to believe that there was a relationship between a fifteen-year-old girl and her English teacher. What the hell was that? Statutory rape, that’s what it was, a crime that could come with jail time for Mr. Ritter if he was convicted. And, if he’d been involved in the death of a baby? He’d be serving life in a federal prison.
I said to Willy, “Apart from these pictures, is there anything else you can tell me? Did Avis say anything to you about Mr. Ritter? Have you ever seen them alone together?”
Willy Steihl shrugged, then shook her head no. She looked as though she were trying to disappear through the back of the chair.
“Willy, this is very helpful and it’s also very serious. Could Mr. Ritter be the father of Avis’s baby?”
“I don’t know. I just wanted you to see the pictures and draw your own conclusions, okay?”
Not okay.
“A baby is missing, Willy. Try to imagine what Avis must be feeling. What her parents are going through. That little boy is helpless. He may be alone. He may be dying. If you know anything that could help us find him, you have to tell me. It’s your obligation. In fact, if you know something and don’t tell me, that makes you an accessory to a crime.”
“I shouldn’t have come,” said the girl in black, scrambling out of the chair, swinging her backpack over her shoulder. “I don’t know anything. I have to get out of here.”
I hadn’t been subtle. I’d hammered the kid and threatened her, and now she was done. I wished for the thousandth time that I had even 10 percent of Conklin’s tact. I offered Willy a lift back to school, but she said, “I’ll get a taxi. Don’t mention me to anyone, please.”
“I have to use my judgment, Willy.”
She looked at me like I was going to sink my fangs into her neck and then left the squad room without closing out her Facebook account.
Sergeant Nardone swooped in like a condor. I told him to keep his pants on, then took the opportunity to pry.
I tapped on the keyboard, did a search for photo tags for Ritter, and found more pictures of the English teacher on Willy’s home pages and on those of her friends.
According to the Web chat and notes written on virtual walls, Ritter was frequently discussed by the girls in Willy’s circle. Many of them commented on his good looks and his manner in class and speculated about what he’d be like in bed.
I clicked on the link to Avis Richardson’s home page. I’d seen her page when Joe suggested it, but now I was looking with a specific purpose. I scrutinized photos of Avis mugging with Larry Foster, doing shots with girlfriends at parties, and cheering at sporting events — but there was not one picture of her with Jordan Ritter.
I cut and pasted what I might need later into an e-mail that I then sent to myself. After that, I closed down the computer and gave Nardone back his chair.
“You’re a gent, Nardone.”
“Don’t mention it, Boxer. By the way, I ate your Cheetos in the bottom drawer.”
“I knew that,” I said, pointing to the orange prints on a drawer pull. Nardone laughed. “You’re good,” he said.
I called Richie twice on my way out to my car. Both times I got his voice mail, and after the second time, I left a message. “I’ve got a lead, Rich. Good one. Call me.”
Next, I called Jordan Ritter. I told Ritter I was working the abduction of Avis Richardson and hoped he could give me some insights into her personality.
Ritter said, “I don’t know her all that well, but sure, I’ll be happy to help.”
Jordan Ritter lived only a few blocks from Brighton Academy. I drove Martha home, then headed east along California to Broderick.
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