While I describe what we saw, I don’t look at Mom, but I sense her leaning in, listening closely. I keep reminding myself that Detective Klein doesn’t know about today, he doesn’t know Jason is hiding in the shed, he doesn’t know Paul killed Ms. Sullivan. Which means I’ve got to tell him. But not while Mom and Greg are sitting here. Maybe I can talk to him afterward, just him and me.

Detective Klein concludes the interview, just like they do on Law and Order, and turns off the recorder.

Turning to Mom, he says, “As I’m sure you know, Abbi and Skylar put themselves in an extremely dangerous situation. Most of the drug activity here takes place in that area.”

Mom tells him she plans to take my bike away and confine me to our block of Grant Street. There will be no more roaming around town looking for mysteries to solve. No more bike rides to Marie Drive. Or anywhere else.

Detective Klein nods. “I’ve talked to Ms. Freeman, and she has decided on a similar course of action.”

He looks at me. “If I see you or Skylar outside your neighborhood, I’ll pick you up and bring you home. And so will any police officer who sees you.”

Turning to Mom, he asks for a picture of me to post at the station. I watch him slip it into a folder on top of a picture of Skylar. I’m totally humiliated.

The interview is over. Detective Klein hasn’t asked about the woods or the trailer or Paul. He doesn’t know Skylar and I were there. He doesn’t know Jason is in our shed.

But Detective Klein isn’t finished. He asks Mom for permission to talk to me in private.

“Officer Delaney will be with me,” he says. “If you’re at all uncomfortable, you can request a lawyer.”

Greg frowns. “Why the secrecy?”

Detective Klein looks at me. “Abbi might not tell me certain things in front of you.”

“What else can she possibly know?” Greg asks.

“Please,” I say to Greg. “It’s okay. I want to talk to Detective Klein in private.” There’s only one place this is going and I don’t want Mom to hear it.

Greg throws his hands up. “Okay, Abbi, if that’s what you want.”

Mom agrees to the interview, but she looks worried. Her eyes follow the detective, Officer Delaney, and me as we leave the kitchen. What doesn’t she know? What haven’t I told her?

In the living room, I sit on the edge of the sofa, and Detective Klein takes a seat in Greg’s favorite armchair. Officer Delaney sits at the other end of the sofa. She opens a notebook and pulls out a pen, and the detective turns on the recorder and identifies the people in the room again. Then he asks, “Where’s your bike?”