Stay At Home Dad 03-Father Knows Death by Jeffrey Allen Page B

meeting we had about three months ago and he knew a lot about a lot. He was really into recycling. He knew about composting. He was really well read. He just was into it and he didn’t treat us like a bunch of crazy hippies. He was older than most of the rest of us, so he wasn’t so much our leader, but he was kind of a . . .”
    “Mentor,” Scarecrow said.
    “Yeah, mentor. That’s a good word. He helped us find info and he would run meetings when I couldn’t be there,” Dorothy said. “Like when I had to be at work at Chili’s or Luke . . .”
    “Jesus, Emily,” Scarecrow/Luke whispered under his breath.
    Her face reddened. I wasn’t sure if it was because she’d given his name away first or that I now knew hers, too.
    “It’s okay, Dorothy,” I said, nodding and pretending I didn’t catch her real name. “Go on.”
    Despite the stupid names, I sort of liked them.
    “I mean, when Scarecrow had a frat meeting,” she said. “Or something like that. The point is, George was involved and he helped us and he was really concerned about what was going on in Rose Petal. He took it seriously.”
    “How did he help?”
    “He’d put information together,” she explained. “Make it so we could understand it. He totally broke down fracking and the dangers it posed to people, especially in Rose Petal. When people got fired up, he’d calm them down. He believed in nonviolent protest all the way. He didn’t want us to do anything stupid. But he really believed in the idea of making people aware.”
    First, the Petal Dawgs. Now, C.A.K.E. George apparently had a lot of outside interests. I’m not sure why, but I hadn’t pictured him being involved in community activities. I saw him just doing his job and that was it. I was probably guilty of thinking that about a lot of folks in Rose Petal. It was hard envisioning them as anything other than what I saw them as on a daily basis.
    “And last week,” Dorothy said, glancing at Scarecrow, “he said something bad was happening in Rose Petal.”
    “What was it?”
    “He wouldn’t tell us,” she said, shaking her head.
    “Yeah,” Scarecrow said. “He said he wasn’t ready to involve us yet.”
    “You ask why?”
    “Yeah, of course,” Scarecrow said, annoyed. “But he wouldn’t say anything. Just said he’d learned something and he was upset and he needed to find out more before he told us.”
    “Have you talked to the police?” I asked.
    They both made faces as if I’d spit on their shoes.
    “No,” Dorothy said. “Like we said, we don’t talk to the pigs. And, let’s face it. The police here in Rose Petal are kind of lame.”
    Hard to argue with that, especially after my conversation with Sheriff Cotter, but still.
    “George was murdered,” I said, looking at both of them. “That’s the kind of info they can use to help find out who killed him.”
    “Or they can ignore us and treat us like crap,” Scarecrow said, scowling. “Bad enough that we’re college kids. But add in the fact that we’re doing what we’re doing and it seems like everyone thinks we’re stupid. That’s why we came to talk to you.”
    “Me? Why?”
    “We heard you were looking into his death,” Dorothy said. “And people say nice things about you. We didn’t know who else to go to.” She paused. People said nice things about me? “You are investigating his death, aren’t you?”
    I hesitated, then nodded.
    “So we thought you should know,” Dorothy said. “I wish it was more. George deserves better than what happened to him. Maybe whatever he knew was the reason for him getting killed. I don’t know. But the way he acted?” She glanced at Scarecrow. “It seemed like a super big deal.”
    Scarecrow nodded an affirmation.
    I watched the cars line up in the grass-lined lot like ants. Families poured out of their cars, kids bouncing with excitement, parents smiling and holding their hands, telling them to settle down and watch out for cars.
    “I’ll have