After Connor took off to meet the facilities crew, I returned to Diamond Hall to retrieve my briefcase and download Siobhan"s emails. When I compared the photo of the note we"d found in Coach Oliver"s office to the handwriting on Carla"s pop quiz, some letters were almost identical. A couple on Carla"s paper were much loopier and grander. I needed Connor"s advanced security system to be certain, but he was busy checking out the potential murder weapon discovery. He sent me a text that while the clarinet had some damage, it could"ve been from the fall and not from hitting Abby. The sheriff"s team had confiscated the instrument and would run tests overnight. He"d update me the next day before we met with Carla Grey.
I went home only to find my father locked in his study and not in a positio
