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For ex-cop turned private investigator Cal Weaver, this was not exactly the biggest case of his career; in fact, he only took it on because Greta Carlson was a friend of a friend. Gretas sixteen-year-old son Chandler was in trouble at school because of a short story hed written. Admittedly the story featured a boy bludgeoning his best friend to death with a baseball bat because of an argument over a girl. But still, a story? Mrs Carlson wanted Cal to dig up some dirt on the high school principal she could use as leverage to get Chandler reinstated, and Cal told her in no uncertain terms that he wasnt going to go down that road. But that wasnt quite the end of the story. Chandlers best friend Mike seems to be missing, and at the same time Cal cant shake the feeling that Chandler may have had some help in completing his writing assignment. Life, it seems, may have imitated art after all, but figuring out whos the author and who are just characters in the drama will take all of Cals critical skills to determine.

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Come on, lets go into the woods and look around! said Charlie, swinging the baseball bat around, banging it on trees as he walked by them.

I dont know, said his friend Martin. I dont like it in there. It always creeps me out! Lets stay out here by the road.

Just a little ways. Far enough in so we can see cars go by but they cant see us.

Well, okay, Martin said.

They walked more far into the woods. Then Charlie stopped and turned around to look at Martin right in the face and he said all angry-like, So why did you go out with my girlfriend Katherine?

What? What are you talking about?

I know you and Katherine have had something going on. You went behind my back. I saw you guys making out!

Thats bullshit, man. I would never do that. Youre my friend!

Oh yeah? said Charlie. I dont think so.

He swung the bat and hit Martin right in the head. BANG!

Ow! Martin yelled. That hurts!

Charlie hit him again and Martin fell down on the ground. Charlie kept swinging the bat at Martins head, breaking open his skull and

What do you think?

I looked up from the laptop. Im sorry? I said.

What do you think? Greta Carson asked. Dont you think its well written?

Im not really a judge of literature, I said. I dont see any spelling mistakes, if thats what you mean.

Gretas son Chandler said, The computer finds those and fixes them.

Please, Greta said, putting a hand on her sons knee, as if that was where his mouth was and she was shutting him up. Mr Weaver doesnt care about those things. What matters is the story. Isnt that right, Mr Weaver?

Id only been here ten minutes and already had a feeling I didnt want this case, whatever this case turned out to be. Based on what shed told me over the phone, I would have turned it down, but shed gotten my name from an old friend of my wifes, so at the very least I felt I had to come out here.

I folded down the lid of the laptop and looked at the pair of them. Ms Carson was in her late forties, stick-thin, her black hair molded tightly to her skull, pulled to the back of her head and spun around into something that looked like a small cinnamon bun. She wore a black silk blouse and expensive jeans, a small, tasteful strand of pearls at her neck.

Her sixteen-year-old son Chandler had a sense of style too. Huge white unlaced sneakers that made him look something like a Clydesdale, jeans and a pullover sweatshirt emblazoned with three letters PFH, which stood for Promise Falls High, where Chandler attended the eleventh grade. His mother had told me before I got here that he was relatively new to the school. Hed spent the previous two years at Claxton Academy, which was private.

I think its a basic problem with the public school system, Greta Carson told me on the phone. Theyre not into thinking outside the box.

Chandlers short story, of one kid beating another kid to death with a baseball bat, was evidently innovative thinking.

Her call had led me here, to this classic Victorian three-story house in one of Promise Falls more upscale neighborhoods. Id only been back in town a few months, having spent the last decade or more in Griffon, north of Buffalo, and had been reacquainting myself with the various parts of the town that Id known better back in the days when I patrolled them in a black-and-white.

Sitting here, in the Carsons living room, I said, Why dont we start back at the beginning?

You dont want to read the whole story? Greta Carson asked.

Maybe later, I said. Im guessing what matters are is the issues surrounding it.

Its a freedom of speech issue, thats what it is, she said.

Jeez, Mom, do we have to make such a big deal about this? Chandler said. Cant I just be suspended for a few days and we let it go at that?

No! she said adamantly. Just when Chandlers showing signs of initiative, thats when they come down on him like a ton of bricks.

The beginning? I said, hoping at some point to get the woman on track.

She took a deep breath, a signal that her telling of this would be anything but a short story.

Chandlers English teacher, Ms Hamlin, asked the class to write something creative, imaginative. So Chandler applied himself and wrote this story she tapped the closed laptop and now he finds himself being treated like some sort of psychotic degenerate.

I take it the suspension didnt happen just like that? I said.

There was a meeting, she said. I was called down there, yesterday. She made it sound as though shed been summoned to a thrift shop to choose a new wardrobe. There was Ms Hamlin, and the head of guidance, what was her name?

Ms Brighton, her son said. Lucy Brighton. She was the only one I felt was on my side.

And the principal, Ms Caldwell, was there too. This is what happens when you have too many women in charge, Greta Carson said. They think all literature should be Eat, Pray, Love which, by the way, I liked very much, but not everyone wants to read that kind of thing.

So what happened at the meeting?

Ms Hamlin, Greta said, had a case of the vapors, I gather, when she read the story. She took it straight to the principal. She never gave him a chance to read it out to the class, where his classmates would no doubt have found it to be a very engaging story. Ms Hamlin and the others wanted to know why Chandler would write something like that.

I looked at the boy. Why did you write something like that?

He shrugged. I dont know. Why does anybody write anything?

Exactly, his mother said. How does one explain the creative process?

Yeah, thats right, Chandler said. The idea just came into my head and I wrote it.

What was their concern? I asked.

They thought that if I would write something like that, Chandler said, I must be like sick in the head. That Id go out and actually kill somebody.

Greta Carson nodded furiously. Exactly. They wanted him to go for counseling or psychiatric testing or something like that. Unbelievable! There are lots of people who write dark and creepy things! My God, if Edgar Allan Poe or H. P. Lovecraft or Stephen King had had the misfortune to go to Promise Falls High, theyd have never had a writing career, because some stupid teacher would have sent them off to be tested and put them on medication. Its beyond ludicrous.

Have you written a lot of stories like this? I asked Chandler.

Another shrug. Not really. This was, you know, kind of a one-off.

But you like to write?

Once in a while.

I think this may be a talent of Chandlers that is just now rising to the surface, his mother said.

The phone rang.

Oh for Gods sake, Greta said, and reached for a cordless phone resting on a table next to the couch. Hello? Oh, hi. Her brow furrowed. No, we havent seen him at all. Okay. Well, Im sure its nothing. Okay. Listen, I have Mr Weaver here right now, so why dont I give you a call later?

What was that? Chandler asked.

Nothing, his mother said. Where were we?

I asked Chandler, What made you write this specific story?

Again his mother jumped in. Are you saying he was wrong to write it?

I turned and looked at her as patiently as I could. Im just trying to get the big picture here. I looked back at Chandler. So why did you write this?

I dont know, he said. I guess I wanted to bring my mark up in that class.

You havent been doing that well?

Not really, he said. Ms Hamlin doesnt like me.

A lot of the teachers have it in for him, his mother said quickly.

Why would that be?

Now it was her turn to shrug. I just dont know.

Have you been in trouble before this? I asked Chandler.

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