CHAPTER FIVE
AS SOON AS THE BELL rang to dismiss school, kids flooded out Willow Creek High, spilling in various directions.
“Ah, high school.” Dee sat in the driver’s side of her Chevy Malibu eating glazed doughnut holes. “You miss it?”
“Kinda.” Connie bounced in the seat. “I loved to learn.”
“You were a nerd, huh?” Dee sucked glaze from her index finger. “Were you as nosey in school as you are now?”
Connie grinned, wiggling her nose. “What do you think?”
Robin Glover exited the school with a group of boys.
“Well, well,” Dee said. “He seems chipper doesn’t he?”
“Definitely not like he’s grieving.” Connie leaned out the passenger window as the boys made it to the sidewalk. “Robin?” She waved. “Mind if we speak to you for a moment?”
“Whoa, man.” The redheaded, pimple-faced guy besi
