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That night, with Sarah’s permission, I caught everyone up on her relationship with Benjamin Tucker and the photograph of them at the lock. Isaiah thought we should go straight to the mayor with this new information, see what he might make of it, and Javier agreed, but the rest of us didn’t think that would do much good. After all, we knew who had killed Ms. Jennings and Sarah. Now, we knew the motive, but even that we’d already kind of known: racism, just now a specific shade of it.
As we hashed this all out via text message, I kept thinking about the statute of limitations on murder, about how if these men were still alive they could be tried for their crimes, about how Johnny Tucker could probably be charged with being an accessory. There was a tiny part of me—a sharp, angry part—th
