Page 12 of The Scandal (Theodore Boone 6)

Chapter 17

Wednesday would be one of those days that, when it was finally over, Theo would look back and wish he could have stayed in his room with the door locked. Just like April. But that would never happen in the Boone household because if he wasn’t downstairs by 7:45 his mother would be upstairs banging on his door and barking orders.

Anyway, the eventful day began promptly at six a.m. when his phone began buzzing. He assumed it was April and debated whether he should answer it. But when he grabbed it, the caller ID revealed someone else: Ike. Ike was not known as an early riser, and for him to be calling at such an hour meant nothing but trouble.

“What’s up?” Theo asked.

“What are you doing?” Ike asked in a scratchy voice.

“Well, I was sleeping until my phone starting making noises.”

“Sorry. Look, Theo, I’m in a bit of a jam and I need your help. Right now.”

When Theo got in trouble he usually called Ike, so he didn’t hesitate. “Sure, Ike, where are you?”

“I’m in jail.”

“Jail? Why are you in jail?”

“We’ll talk about it later, but right now the most important thing is for me to get out. That’s where I need your help. I need some cash to post a bond so I can get out, and I don’t have enough cash with me. I want you to come down here to the jail, get my keys, and go to my office where I keep some cash.”

“Okay, sure, Ike, whatever.”

“And don’t tell your parents. I’m really sorry about this, Theo, but I have no other choice. You know my office, and I can tell you where I keep stuff hidden.”

“Okay, but if I leave now my parents will know I’m up to something.”

“How soon can you leave?”

“I always leave around eight.”

“Can you think of an excuse to leave earlier?”

“I’ll think of something.”

“Well, hurry up. When you get here ask for Officer Stu Peckinpaw.”

“I know him.”

“Okay. Hurry.”

Theo stayed in bed for a moment and tried to organize his thoughts. He couldn’t stand the thought of Ike being in jail and wondered what crime he had committed. It probably wasn’t too serious if he could post a bond in cash. Serious crimes required thousands of dollars to get out.

If Theo started moving around now, taking a shower and getting dressed, his parents might hear him and wonder what was going on. So he stalled. He went online to see if any horrible crimes had been committed during the night. Nothing. Whatever Ike did to get himself arrested had not made it to the local news.

As always, Mr. Boone left at precisely seven a.m. Theo faked another shower, brushed his teeth, got dressed, and hustled downstairs. His mother was in the kitchen in her bathrobe. “You’re up early this morning,” she said.

He’d practiced his fib. “I know,” he said with great frustration. “Mr. Mount wants the Debate Team to practice before class. He’s tied up this afternoon.”

She poured some coffee and said, “That’s unusual.”

“It really stinks if you ask me. It’s not like we don’t get enough school.”

“Smile, Theo. These are the best days of your life. You should enjoy every moment at school.”

“That’s what they say.”

She took her coffee and the newspaper and went to the den. Theo fixed two bowls of Cheerios and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He ate quickly, almost as fast as Judge, and at 7:15 was ready to go. He stuck his head in the den and said, “I’m off, Mom.”

“Do you have lunch money?”

“Yes, and my homework is perfect. I’ll smile all day long and make the world a brighter place.”

“Love you, Teddy.”

“Love you, Mom.”

He grabbed his backpack, sprinted from the house, and hopped on his bike. Ten minutes later he walked into the police station. The jail was in the rear. He spoke to a couple of policemen and saw Officer Peckinpaw pouring coffee from a machine. He walked over and said, “Good morning.”

Peckinpaw smiled and said, “Well, hello, Theo.”

Peckinpaw was a veteran who patrolled downtown on foot. He liked to bark and swagger but was really a nice guy. “Follow me,” he said, and they disappeared into a maze of hallways. Peckinpaw opened the door to a small room and said, “Take a seat.” Theo did and the door was closed. Five minutes later, Ike was brought in wearing handcuffs.

“Your lawyer is here,” Peckinpaw said, and laughed as he removed the handcuffs. He pulled some keys out of a pocket and gave them to Ike. “You got five minutes,” he said, and left the room.

“I’ve known that guy for a long time,” Ike said. He looked across the small table and down at his nephew. Theo looked up and into the red eyes of his uncle. Ike usually looked tired in the mornings, even after sleeping late, but now he looked even worse. He said, “Listen, Theo, I hate this. You’re the one person I would never want to see me in a place like this. I’m really embarrassed and feel awful about calling you.”

“It’s okay, Ike. I call you when I’m in trouble, right?”

“I guess so.” He paused and took a deep breath. “I played poker last night with some friends, had a few beers, too many I guess. As I was driving home I sort of eased through a stop sign, didn’t come to a complete stop, you know, at least according to the policeman, and he pulled me over. I was charged with drunk driving. Spent the night here. I’m really embarrassed, Theo.”

“Don’t worry about it, Ike, okay? I’m always your buddy.”

“Thanks.” He picked up the keys and selected one. “This opens my office door. Behind my desk is a credenza with four drawers.” He showed him another key, a blue one. “This opens the bottom drawer on the left side. In it you’ll find a small metal safe.” He selected another key. “This opens the safe. Inside you’ll find a tray of gold coins and a stack of one-hundred-dollar bills. Get five of them. My bond is set at five hundred dollars. I can post it in cash and get out of here this morning. I’m sorry, Theo, but there’s no one else I can trust.”

“No big deal, Ike. I’m happy to do it.” Theo was secretly thrilled to be involved, but he was also sad that Ike had no one else he could trust.

“What about school?” Ike asked.

“I’ll be late but it’s happened before. Nothing to worry about. Should I tell Mom and Dad?”

“Tell them later, not now. The arrest will be a public record so there’s no sense trying to hide anything. I’ll go to court in a couple of weeks and take my punishment. They’ll stick me with a big fine and take away my driver’s license for a few months. I deserve it, so no complaints here. Guess I’ll get me a bike, huh?”

“Bikes work.”

“Take off. When you get back, find Peckinpaw and give him the money. He’ll take care of the paperwork.”

“Sure, Ike. Anything else?”

“No, not now. And thanks, Theo. I owe you a big one.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Ike. Happy to help.”

Theo grabbed the keys and hustled out of the station. Minutes later, he parked in front of Ike’s building, one that he owned. He rented the first floor to an old Greek couple who ran a deli, but it was too early for them. No one saw him bound up the stairs and unlock the door. Ike had no secretary, and his office was always a mess. His desk was covered with files and papers, most of which gave the appearance of not having been touched in years. Books were stacked on the floor. The garbage can was overflowing. The room smelled of stale cigar smoke. Theo flipped on a light, found the credenza, fiddled with the keys and opened it. The safe opened easily. He carefully avoided the gold coins and was impressed by the stacks of hundred-dollar bills Ike had stashed away. He plucked five from the pile, folded them carefully, and stuffed them in a pocket. He locked the safe and the drawer, turned off the light, and eased out of the office. He locked the front door and hopped on his bike. He had seen no one and was sure no one had seen him.

; It was almost 8:30 when he returned to the police station. Peckinpaw was nowhere to be seen. Theo waited and waited, and finally took a seat in a folding chair. He sent a text message to Mr. Mount explaining that he would be late for class. Instead of a response from his teacher, he got a text from April. She was skipping school, too, and said she needed to talk. She needed a friend. Great.

Peckinpaw finally showed up a few minutes before nine. Theo gave him the cash and the keys. The officer explained that it would take about an hour for Ike to get out, and, in his opinion, Theo should go straight to school. Theo preferred to wait for his uncle, but if a police officer told him to go to school, then he really had no choice. Strattenburg had two truancy officers who patrolled the streets looking for kids playing hooky. If you were caught your life got complicated.

As he was leaving the police station, his phone vibrated. It was April and she wanted to talk. They met half an hour later at Truman Park, near downtown, and sat on a bench that was hidden by some trees.

“Why are you skipping school?” she asked. Theo told her Ike’s story and finished with, “At least I have a good reason. Why are you skipping school?”

“I’ll probably go tomorrow,” she said. “Right now I’m just too worried and upset. I had no right to stick my nose into their business like that.”

This was the same conversation they’d had a dozen times already, and Theo was tired of it. “Look, April, what’s done is done, and I’m not so sure what you did was a bad thing. It looks like the teachers are guilty. They cheated and now they have to face their punishment.”

“You keep saying that but it doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“I don’t know what else to say, April.”

They sat for a long time and said nothing. Theo really wanted to go to school, to check with Mr. Mount and see how much trouble he was in. He also wanted to run by Ike’s office and make sure the old guy was okay. But at that moment April needed a friend, and Theo was the nearest one.

He received a text from Mr. Mount: Theo, u okay?

He replied: Ok here. C U later.

April asked, “Who was that?”

“Mr. Mount. He’s looking for me. We really should go to school.”

“I’m not going to school today,” she said, and that was final.