“No one will ever suspect me
in that break and entry at the neighbor's. It happened on New Year's Eve,"
said fifteen year old Trevor to himself. "I was here." He was reluctant to get out of bed even though it was already noon. "The
police will never be able to prove it was me." Trevor had earned his parent's trust many times over, and knew he was probably
the last person they would think was involved.
"It's time to get up, Trevor," his mother called from downstairs. He pulled the warm blanket up over his head.
"I guess I will have to face the music sometime," he realized, as she called him a second time. Trevor took a quick shower, dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where his mother was talking to two police officers waiting for him at the back door.
"Trevor, the police are here to question everyone."
At that moment, Trevor did not know whether to stand his ground or run. He knew fear.
"Where were you at the magic moment of midnight on New Year's Eve?" the tallest of the two officers asked him, gently.
"I was here with my girlfriend, actually kissing her," replied Trevor. "You can ask her."
"We will. It appears that whoever was involved in the break and entry broke your neighbor's grandfather clock right at the stroke of midnight," explained one of the officers to Trevor's mother, apologetically. "Sorry that we have to question your son about it."
Trevor smiled innocently, as he knew his girlfriend would verify his story.
"It also looks like someone reset the grandfather clock before breaking it. There are fingerprints on the brass, so we will have to ask you to come down to the station for fingerprinting," the other officer said sternly, acutely aware of a sudden change in Trevor's expression. "Would you mind doing that?"
"It's time to get up, Trevor," his mother called from downstairs. He pulled the warm blanket up over his head.
"I guess I will have to face the music sometime," he realized, as she called him a second time. Trevor took a quick shower, dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where his mother was talking to two police officers waiting for him at the back door.
"Trevor, the police are here to question everyone."
At that moment, Trevor did not know whether to stand his ground or run. He knew fear.
"Where were you at the magic moment of midnight on New Year's Eve?" the tallest of the two officers asked him, gently.
"I was here with my girlfriend, actually kissing her," replied Trevor. "You can ask her."
"We will. It appears that whoever was involved in the break and entry broke your neighbor's grandfather clock right at the stroke of midnight," explained one of the officers to Trevor's mother, apologetically. "Sorry that we have to question your son about it."
Trevor smiled innocently, as he knew his girlfriend would verify his story.
"It also looks like someone reset the grandfather clock before breaking it. There are fingerprints on the brass, so we will have to ask you to come down to the station for fingerprinting," the other officer said sternly, acutely aware of a sudden change in Trevor's expression. "Would you mind doing that?"
"Do I have any choice?" he wondered.
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