Pookie’s Flashback

It had been almost two decades since Pookie Chang’s high school graduation, and yet a principal’s office still gave him the creeps.

Pookie had given Bryan a few hours to himself. That hadn’t seemed to help much — when Pookie picked Bryan up, the man still looked scattered, a little freaked out and sick as a dog. At least Bryan hadn’t fled. Maybe it would have been easier if he had. That would have forced Pookie’s hand, saved him from deciding if he should either trust Bryan or arrest him.

You just couldn’t dream crime-scene details like that. Could someone be setting Bryan up? Maybe, but how would that work? Was someone hypnotizing him? Maybe drugging him, then sneaking into his apartment and whispering sweet nothings in his ear? Could this be some massively convoluted revenge plot from someone Bryan had put away?

Maybe, sure, or maybe Pookie could pull his head out of his ass and accept the obvious answer — that Bryan Clauser had gone out last night and butchered Oscar Woody.

No way. I’ve known that man for six years. NO WAY.

That thought echoed constantly through Pookie’s head, fighting for space against but he’s already killed FIVE people. The bottom line, however, was that Pookie owed Bryan Clauser his life. So did Black Mr. Burns. Therefore, Bryan got the benefit of the doubt. However unlikely, there could still be a valid reason why Bryan knew those crime-scene details. To find that answer, Pookie had to do his job — beginning with Kyle Souller, principal of Galileo High.

“Principal Souller, we need to know who Oscar Woody may have had a beef with.”

Souller had the tired look of a man who knew his entire career involved fighting a losing battle. His suit seemed to hang on him like a convict’s stripes.

Souller threaded his fingers together, rested the clasped hands on his desktop. “You think a student did this?” He didn’t say that with shock or disbelief, just a sense of resignation. “We have violence here, like any school, but this is on a different level.”

“Could be a student,” Pookie said. “A stronger possibility is a student hired someone to do it. We understand Oscar had incidents here?”

Souller let out a single, sad laugh. “Yeah, you could say that. We don’t have much of a gang problem at Galileo. That lets a pissant operation like BoyCo kind of rule the roost. They pick on a lot of kids.”

“Which kids?” Bryan said. “We need names.”

Souller sat back in his chair. “Inspector, I can’t just give you names of everyone BoyCo has crossed. I’m not going to subject those kids to police questioning when they’ve done nothing wrong.”

Bryan started to talk, but he winced before any words came out. He cleared his throat — painfully, judging by the expression on his face — then tried again. “Don’t give me that civil rights bullshit,” he said. “We need leads. We …”

His voice trailed off. He closed his eyes and leaned back. He rubbed his temples.

Pookie reached out and supportively squeezed Bryan’s shoulder. “You okay, man?”

Bryan slowly shook his head. “Yeah, I … got a headache. Is it hot in here?”

Souller pointed to his office door. “There’s a water fountain in the hall. Quite cold.”

Bryan nodded. “Yeah, that’ll help. Pooks, you mind?”

“I got this,” Pookie said.

Bryan stood and walked to the door. He moved slowly, swaying just a little bit. Maybe he had a split personality taking over. Maybe he was going out to tear off someone’s arm, poke out their eye, rip out their guts and then stuff them—

Pookie shook his head once, quickly, as if to chase away the thoughts.

Bryan shut the door behind him.

Pookie turned back to Principal Souller, who looked less than pleased.

“Civil rights bullshit?” Souller said. “You guys are subtle.”

Pookie shrugged. “Cut him some slack, man. Oscar’s body really shook him up.”

Souller sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I guess that would shake up anyone. But I can’t just give you a list of names.”

“Principal Souller, we have concerns that the other BoyCo members could be in trouble. Alex Panos, Issac Moses and Jay Parlar deserve our protection.”

Souller’s eyebrows rose. “You already know their names? Nice. Are you telling me that you really care about a bunch of bullies?”

“It’s my job,” Pookie said. He looked around the room. “And let’s just say I spent a significant amount of my high school years in an office that looked a lot like this.”

“As victim, or victimizer?”

“The latter,” Pookie said. “I know these kids are bad news, but they’re still kids. They can straighten out. I did. Oscar Woody will never have that chance. You know the students and the staff here better than we do. Anything you can do to save us time could matter.”

Souller nodded. “Okay. I’ll go through the records, see if anything comes up. I’ll talk to the teachers individually.”

Pookie stood and handed over his card. “Please call me if you find anything at all.”

They shook hands. Pookie walked out to find Bryan bent over the drinking fountain, water splashing against his face.

“Bri-Bri, you okay?”

Bryan stood, wiped the water from his face. “Yeah, that did the trick. I feel better. Ready to go talk to Oscar Woody’s parents?”

You’ve killed five human beings was what flashed through Pookie’s head.

“Sure thing” was what came out of his mouth.

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