Laurel paused. Was Nester cute? He did have symmetrical facial features and an athletic build, even though he’d said he wasn’t athletic. She’d been more interested in his brain and abilities than his looks. “His name is Nester, and he’s our computer expert. He’s an FBI agent and is too old for you.” The man had to be around twenty-four, and Viv was only sixteen.

“A girl can dream, Laurel.” Viv focused on her notebook. “I questioned everybody I could without seeming like a nosy dork, and here’s what I have. Apparently Tommy Bearing and Julie Trapper got together one night in her room.” Viv looked up. “They did not have sex but did roll around and kiss a lot.”

“Was that unusual?” Laurel asked. Maybe Tommy couldn’t quite get there, which would cause rage.

Viv shook her head. “No. Julie is a virgin, and Tommy definitely is not. He’s slept with a bunch of girls and I think he wanted to with Julie, but she said no. But they did have fun, I guess.”

“What then?”

“Tommy climbed out her window and her dad caught him. There was a fight, and Tommy broke Mr. Trapper’s nose and wrist. I guess it was bad.” Viv’s eyes widened. “Mr. Trapper pressed charges, and Tommy got into trouble. Stories vary, but it seems like he was sent to the Tempest Youth Ranch for a two-week course on survival. He passed the course and got to go home. But he and Julie aren’t friends anymore.”

Laurel digested the information. “Anything else? Anything creepy?”

“Not that I found.”

“I’d heard that Tommy was convicted of voyeurism,” Laurel said.

Viv shook her head. “All I heard was that Mr. Trapper wanted Tommy charged with everything from trespass to rape to staring in windows, but then Julie said she’d let Tommy inside, so all Mr. Trapper could get him on was battery. It all seems to have gone away now.” Viv closed her notebook. “Oh. Also, the Trappers are related to Sheriff York, so that’s probably why Tommy was charged.”

“Tommy also broke the man’s nose and wrist,” Laurel murmured. “What’s your impression of Tommy?”

Viv blinked. “My impression?”

“Yes. You’ve seen him in school and have probably noticed how he interacts with others. What do you think of him?”

Viv paused as if giving the question serious thought. “I guess he’s okay. I mean, he acts like he’s a rebel and all, but then he uses a gold card to buy snacks at the school store. I have an advanced algebra class with him, and he’s pretty smart when he wants to be.” She shrugged. “He seems like a normal kid in a small town who doesn’t want to be known as the mayor’s kid all the time.”

Laurel smiled. “That’s a pretty good profile, Viv.”