I turned on the news. I couldn’t believe it. A story about the gloves was on there.
“No way, does everyone have this turned on?”
“Yeah, I see it! I knew Jenny did it.”
“But couldn’t it have been Margaret still? I mean, she could have had Jenny touch the gloves.”
“No way, she wouldn’t do that. Jenny probably did it.”
“I say whoever turned the gloves in did it. Whoever it was probably just didn’t want to get caught.”
“I say it was Jennifer that turned it in.”
“What? No way! It was probably Sheila.”
“It was definitely not! You’re probably just trying to cover yourself up, Jennifer.”
“Actually, no, you’re right. It couldn’t have been Sheila. It was probably you, Kevin.”
“It was not! Benjamin, fess up!”
“No way! I didn’t do it! Margaret was probably the one to do it.”
“It was not me! I still say it was Kevin.”
“You’re just saying that because you don’t like me!”
Everyone was getting defensive, including me. This Skype call was getting really interesting. This was better than I could have ever imagined. By now a full-blown fight going on through Skype until eventually everyone just hung up. I had to make sure we did that again. It was fun. I liked making everyone turn on each other. People were still suspecting me, of course. I had to get away from that. I didn’t know why my name was still coming up. I was doing everything I could to make sure that my name would stop coming up, but it wouldn’t. I guess it made sense, but it was so annoying. I had to get away from the case, but I wasn’t allowed to leave the state. I had to be in Oregon for the entire case. I wanted to leave, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to flee. That would just put my name in highlights that I killed the kid. I couldn’t have that. No, Texas would have to wait until the case was over. It had to wait until Jenny was framed.