Kasey Michaels - Strange Bedfellows Part 3

Cassandra gave out a small cry and pulled the weeping Jason to his feet, gathering him close as she walked him toward the door, hesitating only long enough to throw the officer, and Sean, a withering look over her shoulder. Clearly she felt that Jason had had enough for one night, and that it was time to take him home, feed him some warm milk and put him to bed.

“I’ll have him at the station tomorrow at three, officer,” Sean said, shaking the man’s hand. “And, I promise you, he’ll be a lot more cooperative then.”

“Good enough, sir,” the officer told him, reaching for his helmet and gloves, for he was clearly a motorcycle officer. “I gotta get back out there on my bike, anyway. Just let your wife baby him for a while, fuss over him the way women do, and then we’ll give it another try. He’s scared now, confused, but he knows something. I’d bet my badge on it.”

Sean opened his mouth to tell the officer that Cassandra wasn’t his wife, or Jason’s mother. She was, of all things, his son’s guidance counselor. And a namby-pamby guidance counselor at that, whose methods he disagreed with, whose “all kids are good kids” theories made his teeth ache. But he didn’t bother explaining, because it didn’t matter. Not really.

Did it?

No. No, it didn’t. Because Jason needed her. He needed her.

And they all needed to hear the truth.

* * *

Cassandra sat on the living room floor, a half dozen Burke Senior High School yearbooks spread out around her, a notepad on her knee as she gnawed on the end of a pencil. Absently, she scratched Festus behind his left ear as the cat rolled onto his back in ecstasy.

There was something more than a little distasteful to her about thumbing through page after page of photographs of smiling young teens, looking for anyone who looked capable of running a car off the road and endangering two other young lives.

But Jason knew something. Much as she’d like to deny it, she had seen it in his eyes. Seen the terrible knowledge there. Seen the fear. And she was certain his father had seen it, as well.

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