Chapter 2Something about sitting outside the principal’s office, even though it had been so many years since he had attended high school, made Jude Calohan feel inherently guilty. It was the waiting, he thought, as he shifted uncomfortably on one of the plastic chairs that lined the corridor—chairs that he was sure he remembered being larger than they were. If you left a person waiting long enough, Jude was fairly sure they’d just about own up to anything by the time you got to see them.
Charlie had always been like that when he was younger. He was so seldom in trouble, and yet whenever something went wrong, he would always try and take the blame for it, even when it was quite clear that there was no way he could have committed the crime. It was almost as if he couldn’t stand the atmosphe
