Author抯 Note:
A Daria fan had been upset over
a school shooting in his area and asked that a Daria fanfic be created in which Daria
overcomes (or at least deals with) a school shooting, and I was inspired to
craft the fic you see before you now....and I think
it抯 different from any other school shooting story I抳e seen, too. There will
be more expansive notes when I finish. But I want one thing understood before
you start reading my story:
This is a story in the Daria-verse,
where every sacred cow is in danger of becoming hamburger. This also includes
references (and, in Part III, characters) from *Beavis & Butt-head Do
America*, which Daria had a cameo role in as the BATF
tore up her classroom and assaulted her teacher in front of her.
This is a story about how Daria
and friends would try to keep their heads above water in a majorly
screwed-up society. Particularly if they ever found
themselves as chess pieces in a plot as Byzantine as this one.
This is NOT meant as a story to sermonize on the gun debate.
The background issues of victim disarmament/gun control (pick your preferred
catchphrase there) aren抰 what this story is about. But the screwed-up
politicking (and poli-tricking) and deal making
behind it all are part of the story. The "debates" are also a way of
showing character development, as Daria is forced to
deal with a lot of guilt and others deal with their ingrained prejudices (and
their own feelings of guilt), for and against the use of guns.
I抳e noticed that people with strong feelings on this
subject have automatically assumed that I favor whichever side they oppose.
This isn抰 necessarily true, for if you look at it with a little less passion,
you抣l see I don抰 put either side (or even Daria
herself) on a pedestal. Perhaps I should say it抯 a story about human nature
more than it is about the Great American Gun Debate.
Send kudos, commiserations, death threats, ad hominem attacks, tear-jerking stories, hellfire and
brimstone preaching, guilt-and-shame trips, etc, etc, to janerhynn@hotmail.com
Daria in
Something To Shoot For,
Part I of III
by Dervish
1.
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03/14/01, 8:30 A.M., Wednesday
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揑 can抰 believe Ms. Li had the gall to look through our
things,?said Sandi testily. 揥e, the esteemed members of The Fashion Club.?
揑 knoooowwww,?said Tiffany.
Stacy piped in with, 揑 can抰 believe she took your nail
file, Quinn!?
揑 know,?said Quinn in shocked disgust, 揑 guess I抣l
have to start using an emery board.?What a bad way for the day to start,
she thought in annoyance.
換uinn,?said Matthew抯 voice from a distance, but
sounding urgent. Again. Quinn frowned, forgetting all
about her nail file. 換uinn,?he said again, urgently, 揥e need to talk about
your mom. She抯 trying to get a restraining order against me!?
Quinn half-sighed, half-growled. 揗atthew, stay away from me!?She should be terrified or
enraged to see him again so soon, but most of her feelings seemed to go away
when she heard his voice. All she knew was she wanted him gone.
Matthew approached and spoke with more force. 換uinn, we
need to talk NOW. It抯 urgent.?Quinn looked away. His curly brown hair, his
green eyes, that so many of the girls drooled over had
never really been that attractive to Quinn, although she抎 pretended interest.
Now she just wanted him to leave her alone.
換uinn,?said Sandi with annoyance, 揾e needs to stop
interrupting Fashion Club business. Maybe you should give up your Vice
Presidential duties if you can抰 curb him better than that.?She glared, but
softened slightly when she looked again at Quinn抯 swollen cheek, now covered
with makeup, where Matthew had hit her just two days ago.
Matthew, who heard every word and knew he was being
ignored, grew furious. 揅URB me? You抮e the stupid bitch, you...?
揧oung man!?shouted Ms. Li. 揑 will not tolerate that
attitude in the halls of
揟his doesn抰 concern you,?Matthew said in an icy tone.
Ms. Li blinked at such a flagrant lack of respect for
authority. Then she looked at Quinn and back at Matthew and her eyes narrowed.
Turning back to Quinn, she asked, 揑s this Matthew Foster??
Quinn nodded cautiously.
揇on抰 worry, Ms. Morgendorffer,
I just got a copy of the restraining order and will be changing his locker
number, along with transferring him out of any classes that you share.?
揥hat!??Matthew sounded furious, but now he glared at Ms.
Li.
Quinn smiled her thanks tremulously. Then Matthew looked
back at her and slowly smiled in a way she never seen before. A chill traveled
down her spine. 揕et抯 go,?said Quinn softly. Sandi snorted in agreement, and
they continued walking into the bowels of Lawndale High.
Quinn tuned out the Fashion Club as she heard Ms. Li tell
Matthew, 揑 believe you have a long absence to explain, young man; maybe I抣l
just expel you. In any case, you will remain with me until I can get you square
with the restraining order against you in my office.?
Matthew grunted, 揑抦 not bound by your rules.?
Ms. Li exclaimed loudly enough for Quinn to clearly hear,
揧ou will follow the rules like all other students! And like all other
students, you will allow me to look through your backpack for drugs, weapons,
cartoons demoralizing to Lawndale High, and other contraband on this safe
morning.?
And then their voices began to melt too much for her to
understand them, but only for a moment.
揥hat in the name of God!??shouted Ms. Li. Quinn spun
around, and the Fashion Club turned their heads, to see Matthew with a large
barrel gun pointed at Ms. Li. Then they heard deafening reports that turned
their everyday world into something surreal. Like magic, each report was
matched by another bleeding wound in Ms. Li. Ms. Li was on the ground trying to
crawl away. A cloud of smoke seemed to magically appear around the gun. Quinn抯
ears rang with the reports, and nearly all other noise had stopped.
揌ave fun, bitch,?said a leering Matthew who seemed to be
enjoying his adrenaline, 搚ou抣l die far too quickly for my tastes!?
Then the screaming and running began. Quinn was bumped
hard enough to drop her books by someone running past her.
?span class=SpellE>Ohmigod, run Quinn!?shouted
Stacy. Sandi had already taken off. Quinn stared mesmerized. All time had
slowed, and yet so had she. She could not move. This was really happening. But
it couldn抰 be. This had to be a nightmare. Yes, a nightmare. Who wouldn抰 have
nightmares after Matthew had made all those horrible threats to her and Daria over the last two weeks? And why couldn抰 he leave
her alone? Didn抰 she make it clear, several times,
she NEVER wanted to see him again?
He advanced on her, gun pointed at the floor, a trickle of
smoke maybe coming out of the barrel. Quinn wasn抰 sure if this was real or
not. She desperately hoped it was not. But the smell of smoke and gun oil
seemed to mock her hopes.
The maniacal gleam in his eyes said there was no reasoning
with him, no manipulating him, no way to even predict anything other than he
WOULD kill her as soon as he raised the gun.... and he would raise it the
moment she made a move to escape.
揝urprised there抯 more to me than the family cabin,
Quinn? Yeah, there抯 a lot of OTHER stuff I have that you can now enjoy!?
換UINNN!!!?shouted Sandi from a distance. Quinn was the
only Fashion Club member still there, staring at Matthew like a rabbit staring
at an oncoming car. She knew there was no one to save her this time.
Suddenly, there was a primal yell. Jodie抯
shrill shriek that sounded just as primal, 揗ACK, NO!!!!?/span>
Matthew turned and quickly raised the gun at a charging,
yelling Mack and squeezed the trigger. Blood splattered from a little below his
shoulder, and began dripping down his jersey. He staggered, but he showed no
pain, and it looked as if he were going to rush him
again, but Jodie leaped on his back. 揗ACK, STOP!!!!?
Quinn抯 paralysis was broken. Without a sound, she turned
and ran. But she heard two reports, and knew he was shooting at her. She heard
his heavy breathing and loud footsteps hurrying to catch up. The halls were now
empty, but she noticed a few people hiding in classrooms and thought to hide in
one, but knew he would hunt her down in any of them. She was the main target of
his wrath.
Suddenly, another report, and the wall almost directly in
front of her splintered, and left a noticeable hole. She knew she shouldn抰,
but she did it before she could stop herself. She fell, rolling on the ground.
Facing towards Matthew now, she saw he could run very
fast. He stopped only a meter away, breathing hard, and pointed the gun down at
Quinn. A drop of sweat flowed past one crazed eye.
It was obvious he wasn抰 going to say anything this time.
She thought she could see the bullet in the barrel that was aimed at her on the
floor on her hands and knees. When he fired, she was going to get it in the
face. She didn抰 even know she was groaning.
Three loud reports and Quinn shrieked short and loud and
started shaking and crying.... but she was unhurt. She vaguely noticed that he
jerked his gun up some and pulled the trigger, missing her by a wide margin.
She still flinched. But Matthew looked confused, as if he couldn抰 figure out
why Quinn was still alive.
Then he dropped to his own knees, pointing the gun at the
floor again. Then the gun fell from his limp hand and he fell
face down. Quinn could see there was blood in his hair. And there, only a few
meters behind him, stood Daria Morgendorffer
holding another gun in a 2-handed grip, with her usual emotionless face.
Daria kept the gun pointed at him, as Matthew lay bleeding. After a
minute (so it seemed--it felt like a day), Daria
dropped to her knees, ejected the mag from her gun,
made sure the chamber was empty, and set it down beside her. Then she covered
her face in her arms and sobbed.
It took Quinn awhile to realize that Matthew wasn抰
getting up, and that Matthew was never going to hurt her again. She got up
shakily and walked unsteadily over to Daria, bent
down and hugged her. She did not care if anyone saw. She had forgotten the rest
of the world existed. For a few brief moments, Daria
and Quinn were sisters who loved each other, not a social outcast and a
popularity achiever that avoided each other.
2.
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03/14/01, 8:40 A.M., Wednesday
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?span class=SpellE>Daria??It was Jane, returning Daria to the present. She was holding onto Quinn who was
sobbing on her shoulder. She didn抰 let go. 揥hat??
Jane was worried to begin with, but that casual question
really bothered her.
揈veryone is outside already,?said Jane, 搊r almost
everyone. We should join them.?
With effort, Daria returned
herself to the present and helped a crying Quinn away from Matthew抯 corpse.
(She didn抰 check, but something in her gut told her Matthew was dead.) After her short spell, she felt.... well, not better, but more in
control. She could think again, which is something she really needed to
do. They walked a little behind Jane, Quinn continuing to hold onto Daria, who returned the hold.
Jane, Quinn and Daria came
across Ms. Li lying on her back, with Mack and Jodie beside her. Jodie was calm
but crying, and Mack looked exhausted--and bloody. It wasn抰 clear how much of
that blood was his own, and how much belonged to other
people, like Ms. Li.
Quinn, beginning to regain her awareness of where she was,
just knew she saw him get shot. They had elevated Ms. Li抯 feet on cushions
from a couch and put bandages on her.
揂re you two hurt??asked Jodie, staring unbelievingly at Daria and Quinn clutching each other. Quinn was still
crying, Daria obviously had
done so, however calm she might be right now. Jodie grimaced as she caught the
swelling on Quinn抯 cheek, with just a bit of a bruise showing there. So the
rumors were true.
揥e抮e fine,?said Daria
deadpan.
Yeah, right, Jodie thought.
揑s she dead??asked Quinn. She couldn抰 see how Ms. Li
could be otherwise. She saw Matthew shoot her 4 times with that huge gun of
his.
揘o,?said Jodie. 揥eak breath.
But steady. I抦 not sure where the nurse is. I grabbed all the bandages, gauze,
and first aid materials I could find. And stupid 9-1-1 was busy!?Jodie抯 face
broke. 揙h, god Daria, Mack抯 been shot.?
揑抣l be fine,?said Mack, pressing at the side of his
chest, a little under the shoulder.
Jodie glared at him through her tears, and then turned
back to Quinn. 揌ow did you get away? And he IS out, right? You sure weren抰
running, and there haven抰 been anymore shots. I assume he抯.... stopped.?
揧eah,?said Quinn weakly. ?span class=SpellE>Daria
shot him.?
Jodie抯 head twisted to stare at Daria
in open shock. 揌ow did you get his gun away from him??
揑 had my own gun,?said Daria
groaning inwardly at her own admission, but suddenly feeling an overwhelming
need to justify what she did. 揑抦 sorry. But he had threatened us. I knew
restraining orders usually don抰 help. It can trigger violence. And he had
already threatened Quinn, and then threatened me when I called the cops. He
left, but I knew he was serious. I could feel it down in my gut. It was a
feeling I never had before, and hope I never will experience again.?
Jane looked as if she thought Daria
was crazy to have just divulged that. And so damn casually!
Jodie stared a bit more, and then went back to checking on
Ms. Li. Daria knew that most people would not see
what she did as heroic. And as much as she hated to bite the bullet, she
figured she抎 better call her mom now. She was tempted to have Quinn make the
call, but Quinn was fighting hysterics.
換uinn, may I borrow your phone??
揑t抯 in my backpack,?said Quinn weakly.
揑抣l get it, amiga,?said Jane.
Only a little quiver to her voice, but otherwise also
casual. She reached in Quinn抯 backpack, and finally found it and pulled it
out. She clicked it on, and after it beeped, she handed it to Daria.
Quinn had an almost vice-like grip on Daria.
Luckily, Daria just had to hit a button to call her
mom抯 office. And after arguing with the secretary with unusual heat, she
finally got her mom on the line.
?span class=SpellE>Daria,?said Helen Morgendorffer, 搕his had better be good!?
Daria felt a slight twinge at wanting to say something brilliant that
would go over her head, but couldn抰 find any real inspiration. 揗om, Matthew
brought a gun to school and tried to kill Quinn.?
There was a second of silence before Daria
pulled the phone away from her ear a bit. Even Quinn heard a loud, audible,
揥hat!??
揗atthew. He came to school. He shot Ms. Li and Mack. And
he tried to shoot Quinn.?Now for the good part, thought Daria,
as her insides twisted almost as bad as when she squeezed the trigger some time
ago.擲he抯 okay,?said Daria.
揑 prepared for this. It was a good thing. I shot him before he could shoot
Quinn.?
Daria pulled the phone away again as her mom began ranting. 揟his is
NOT funny in the least, Daria Morgendorffer!?That was the first time in years Helen had used her last name, Daria noted grimly. 揑 want to know what you thought you
would accomplish with this joke besides getting yourself grounded for a month!
And counseling for you!?
揗om,?said Daria calmly, even
as her heart was beating faster again, 揑抦 not joking. Would you like to talk
to Quinn. She抯 right here beside me.?
When no answer came, Daria
sighed and handed the phone to Quinn. 揌ere,?she said deadpan, 揧ou tell her
what happened.?
Quinn snatched it away and began babbling incoherently,
crying hard again. She repeated herself over and over without making much
sense. Finally, 揥hat!? Oh.... okay. Here.?Quinn
sounded almost sullen for some reason, Daria thought.
Helen was crying now, too. But there was more silence in
the background, so Helen must have gone somewhere more private, Daria realized. ?span class=SpellE>Daria, you shot
that boy. Please tell me you shot him with his own gun!?
揘o,?said Daria, 揑 was scared
and brought one of my own, knowing he was likely to try something like this.
I抳e been studying stalker cases, you see. I knew that restraining order was
likely to drive him over the edge. So I prepared.?Daria
wished she could stop this unexpected need to justify herself from babbling out
like that.
揕isten to me very carefully, Daria,?said Helen slowly and precisely and with an intensity Daria
never heard her mom use before. 揟hat gun belongs to Matthew. He dropped it.
You picked it up and fired it without thinking. You were sure he was going to
kill you both. Do you understand me??
揗om,?said Daria, "He WAS
going to kill Quinn, and me if he saw me. But there are cameras in the
hallways. It almost certainly got on video. Other people might have seen. And
Jodie and Mack already know the truth.?
Daria decided not to comment on Quinn抯 state at the moment. Or her own. Jodie and Mack stared intently at them both now.
?span class=SpellE>Daria,?said Helen imploringly,
揧ou don抰 understand. Even if it were self-defense, you broke federal and
state laws that don't care if your life is in danger. The Gun-Free Zones Act,
the Project Safe Neighborhoods. You are legally an adult. You are looking at
several years of federal prison at least. And that抯 not counting the local
charges or the law suit Matthew抯 family might bring against you.?
揥hat!??Daria had expected
something horrible from the legal standpoint, but the last startled her and
outraged her more than anything. "Why would his family
sue me!?"
Helen sighed. 揑抦 sorry, Daria,
but our society prefers to blame everyone and everything but the criminal that
started it. Families have sued those who have stopped a violent criminal
rampage with a gun or other weapon. It happens more often than you know.?Helen
suddenly sounded old.
Icy fury filled Daria, but she
suppressed it. 揅an you sue his family??
Helen gasped. 揑 hadn抰 thought of that, Daria, but it抯 a thought. I can use it to scare them into
leaving you alone, anyway. But that抯 really one of the smaller problems. Even
if I call in every favor I can to get you off, there抯 still the federal laws
that I can抰 do anything about. Please, Daria, are
you absolutely sure? Are the police there??
揑抦 pretty sure. But no, there抯 no police. At least not
inside the building.?
揑抦 on my way, Daria. Please
don抰 volunteer any information. Don抰 leave the scene of the....?Here Helen
stopped herself. Then continued, 揙f the incident.
Don抰 talk to anyone, Daria. Don抰 let Quinn talk,
either. If any police question you, avail yourself of your right to remain
silent. Except to let them know I will sue their asses off if they take
advantage of Quinn while she抯 in the state she抯 in!?Daria
knew Helen wasn抰 bluffing.
揙kay,?said Daria.
揑抦 on my way,?said Helen. 揑 love you.?
揕ove you, too.?Helen hung up, and Daria
punched in 9-1-1 with one hand. Busy. 揝orry,?she said to Jodie. ?-1-1 is
still busy.?
揟hanks for trying,?said Jodie weakly. Then
looked up after a moment. ?span class=SpellE>Daria,?she said
uncertainly, 揑f you wanted to claim the gun you used belonged to Matthew,
I抎..... I抎 back you.?
揗e, too,?said Mack decisively.
揂nd me,?said Jane unnecessarily, and a bit of pleading.
Daria was sorely tempted. She wondered where the film was held for
the hall cams. She wanted to see the angle they got. And were they on cam now?
Did they have audio? Not enough information for Daria
to make a choice. She now realized that she hadn't thought this out anywhere as
well as she thought she had.
A loud click, booted feet. 揙N THE FLOOR! NOW!?/span>
Time for thinking was over. They all got on the floor as several cops looking
vaguely like heavily armed ninjas were approaching. In some odd way, the cops
seemed as murderous as Matthew. Several cops came up to them, their guns still
drawing beads on them. 揥here抯 the shooter??asked one.
揑n... in the hall,?said Jodie. 揃ut Mack and Ms. Li here
are hurt. They need an ambulance.?
揟here抯 ambulance outside,?said the cop, before speaking
into a radio on his shoulder. He looked back down on them and said, 揟hey抣l be
in....?several gunshots echoed from down the hallway. Quinn began sobbing
again, and all the others came close. They thought the shooting was over and it
was so LOUD.
The cops lost interest in them and went to the hallways,
taking up point positions. Daria heard one of the
cops swear with many words Ms. Li would disapprove of. He shouted something
about, 揘ext time, make damn sure before you shoot again!?
Radio squawks echoed everywhere. More cops came running
in. Now some
揙ver here!?shouted Jodie with a sense of relief that bordered on joy.
揥ait,?said one cop, a different one, if he looked like a
carbon copy of the first one that spoke earlier. 揝tay on the floor.?
揥hat!??asked Jodie. 揥e抳e got two wounded over here!?
揝tay calm, miss,?he said professionally and without
feeling. Jodie felt herself beginning to lose it, but bit down on her natural
reaction.
Luckily, more
The cops didn抰 search any of them, and even with the buzz
of the metal detector from the gurneys and cops going through as well as Daria's gun hidden in a gun pouch under her shirt, did
anyone stop to think that there might've been another shooter among them.
3.
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03/14/01, 10:00 A.M., Wednesday
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Daria was sitting in the front seat of her mom抯 car, door open, feet
on the curb, watching Quinn and the cops, with Helen hovering over them. She
couldn抰 hear what they were saying over the radio she tuned through
listlessly.
?....Police have released no names at this point, but the
shooter was apparently a jilted lover who shot his principal, a boy for being
black, and his girlfriend before taking his own life. We have word that the
principal and black student are in critical condition,
while the girl and the shooter are both dead......?
?...Why was this student allowed to have access to guns
anyway? Do we want all our schools to become places where shoot-outs are
common? How many more children have to die?....?
?...This is why teachers need to have guns, to prevent
incidents like this from happening. I wouldn抰 just make it optional, I抎 make
it mandatory......?
Daria抯 shaking hand kept flipping the tuner on the radio in her mom抯
car. What had happened was all over. So far, no one seemed to know there was
another shooter. The accuracy of the reports themselves were
confused, at best. No one knew anything, but it wasn抰 stopping people from
acting as if they knew, reporting wild speculations as facts, and exploiting
this situation for whatever pet political agendas they had. It really was a
sick, sad world.
She regretted sending Jane away. But she didn抰 want Jane
with her if she got arrested. It would be too easy to arrest her, too. Jane
begged Daria to give her the gun, but Daria refused. If the police didn抰 find it on her, they
would go after Jane.
Daria was amazed at how fast the police and the media showed up in
force. And more kept coming. It was uncanny. She hadn抰 thought either of them
could respond with this kind of alacrity. It had taken the cops of Columbine
hours longer to gather and organize the kinds of tac teams that swarmed Lawndale High now.
Right now, they were running dogs all through and around
Lawndale High sniffing at everything. Daria had to
give them credit for being thorough. She抎 heard
Helen was with Quinn, talking to a few police officers.
They seemed to be questioning Quinn, but Helen was doing most of the talking.
The police seemed confused and annoyed by the defensiveness and protectiveness
of Helen, but seemed willing to put up with it. For now.
?...We said it over and over again folks, that taking God
out of the schools is putting the violence and the drugs and the sex in, for
where there is no God, there is Satan....?
Daria clicked off the radio. She felt tears well up again, but they
didn抰 spill over. She dimly realized she was in some kind of shock, and her
mind was struggling to convince her this was all a
dream. She would be strong and remind herself that while this sucked, it was
real.
Several police officers, possibly even a SWAT team with
all their body armor and guns Daria mused, joined
Helen and Quinn and the other officers. Daria saw one
black gloved hand holding what looked to be a video tape up to one who was
probably a detective, and her heart raced. Helen slowly turned to look towards Daria and she knew that they knew. Bumps crawled over her
flesh as she fought to maintain her composure.
Helen turned and said something to them and started
walking towards her. Several tense cops walked behind her, but Helen paid them
no mind. As they got close, Daria stepped out of the
car and then chaos broke loose.
One black-cad arm grabbed Helen and pulled her down to the
ground. Several of the black cad team raised their weapons at her screaming incoherently.
Of the few orders they barked at her that she could make out included, 揹on抰
move!?and 揼et on the ground now!?
Helen was also screaming at them in panic to stop and
she抎 have their badge among other things. Daria
couldn抰 make much sense out of what was being said, but she suddenly
remembered how trigger happy they were in the school hallways. They were almost
as bad as the BATF had been in her
Daria put her hands up, figuring that was one of the things they were
yelling. And now only one voice rose above Helen抯 for Daria
to lay herself on the ground. As Daria knelt down,
she used her hands to balance on the pavement eliciting many more screams of
things like, 揔eep your hands where I can see them!?
Scared or not, she was finding the police to be rather
annoying. Was everyone in the world this stupid and panicky? They might have a
record response time, but they hardly lived up to their reputations of courage,
intelligence, and cool temperament under fire shown on the silver screen.
揂nother illusion shattered,?Daria
mumbled glumly, as she stretched her arms and legs out, lying flat on the asphalt.
She was soon surrounded by several men pointing guns at
her. She fought the temptation to tell them that Lawndale High was a gun free
zone, or 揳way put your weapons, I mean you no harm.?
She felt a hand firmly push down on the small of her back,
just below the belt with her gun pouch. Her right hand was grabbed so firmly as
to hurt, even bending her index finger, and brought behind her back. After they
yanked her other hand back, she found being cuffed can actually hurt. They were
either sadistic, or they were truly afraid of her.
One then sat heavily on the back of her knees and another
officer took off her Doc Martins. The one sitting on her ran his hands down her
back and side. She wondered if that was legal, as they were supposed to have women
to do that, and some were present. The searching officer finally felt the belt
under Daria抯 shirt. He pulled her shirt up revealing
the belt.
揌ey, watch it!?she said, ?span class=GramE>we抮e
not even married.?She was beginning to wonder if she should抳e just shot it
out and be done with it.
The belt finally came off. 揋un!?yelled the searching
officer. They continued the search, and then did it again. Then two helped to
pull her up and one ran a nightstick over her front. Then one from behind used
his hands to search her front more firmly. Daria
repressed the urge to say her dad would force him to marry her in a shotgun
wedding for fear of them seeing that as a terroristic
threat.
Daria heard Helen, finally on her feet and brushing herself off, say,
揑 am her lawyer, she is availing of herself to be silent....?
揧ou knew,?said the man Daria
assumed to be a DT. 揑 ought to have you both arrested!?
The police finally stopped searching her, but seemed
frustrated. 揋ive her to Sergeant Lanny,?said one.
揑 want her thoroughly searched!?
Daria saw that several cops were going through her mom抯 car,
including with a dog. What the hell were they looking for?
Daria was stopped a short distance from Helen where she was read her
rights. They seemed to be making a point to Helen, but Daria
couldn抰 make out what it was. Helen looked worried though, and that couldn抰
be a good sign.
Helen took her eyes off Daria to
turn to the detective. 揇etective Warner, your department is using excessive
force! If you don抰....?
揗rs. Morgendorffer,?said the
detective with a lot of heat, 搘e have two seriously wounded and a dead body.
If you don抰 want to join your daughter in a detention cell with charges of
obstruction of justice and interfering in an investigation, then you抣l let me
do my damn job. We know what we抮e doing, and you will be made aware of the
reasons soon enough.?With that, he turned and walked off, audibly cursing.
Daria was soon out of range to hear anything more. They eventually
came to a car and opened the back door. 揥atch your head,?said a monotone
voice as she was put in and the door slammed behind her.
Now she could only see Helen, not hear her. Only the
crackle of the police radio made noise in the car. She looked and saw Quinn
looking at her forlornly, crying. Her own tears fell
then, and she lost any regret for having saved Quinn抯 life, even if the cost
might be her own future.
Then she saw Jane in handcuffs being put into another car.
Damn. Life sucked.
4.
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03/14/01, 4:20 P.M., Wednesday
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Hours that felt like days assaulted Daria
Morgendorffer, as she was booked in, strip searched
with more zealotry than required, scanned by devices, fingerprinted, pictured. When they finally got through one cop told the detective that had
threatened to arrest her mom that nothing was found on her. He expressed
his cynicism with some expletives and ordered the search done again.
揝he抯 smart,?he said, pointing at her. 揥atch her!?
So she was searched again. Then she was put into a room
with a mirror that she knew was two-way. Daria didn抰
understand what was happening. At least she wasn抰 put in a suit of some kind,
and she got her Doc Martins back.
And here she waited hours, still in handcuffs. She hadn抰
had lunch and she was pretty hungry. She also needed a bathroom pretty bad
about now. She called out a few times, but no one responded to her.
As she was finding that she could sleep in her position,
the door came open and two men came in, including the big and swarthy man who
threatened to arrest her mom, and the other one a bit more rounded out with his
hair made slick with some kind of jell. The one who threatened her mom glared
at her as if he hated her.
The other one smiled disarmingly as he pulled out a file
and began going through it. He cleared his throat, almost apologetically. 揑抦
sorry for the wait, Daria, but it抯 been a zoo. The
press is out for blood. They really want to know who you are. I don抰 want to
say anything, especially until I know what抯 going on myself.?He looked at Daria who stared at him emotionlessly.
揓ust relax, okay? We抮e all friends here.?
揅an I go to the bathroom??
He looked embarrassed. 揙h, sure.?/span>
He looked up at the one who was still glaring at her. 揇an,?he said in a lower
voice, 揅ould you get Sergeant Lanny to escort Daria here to, uh, where she needs to go??
揂ctually,?said Daria a bit
uncomfortable, 揑抳e already had the pleasure of meeting Sergeant Lanny. Can someone else escort me??
The glaring cop called 揇an?smiled at her menacingly. 揧our call. But I warn you, Sergeant Lanny
is one of our nicer people.?
The other cop got up and talked to him too low for Daria to hear. The cop glared at Daria
as he walked to the door and left.
After he left, the other cop said, ?span class=SpellE>Daria,
my name is Glenn Cartwright. I抦 pretty much in charge in investigating what
happened at Lawndale High today. My partner is named Dan Warner, also a
detective. Due to another investigation in progress regarding the activities of
Matthew Foster, he has also been assigned to this case. He抯 in a really bad
mood and dealing with a lot of hard circumstances that you accidentally caused
to his investigation. But if you answer our questions quickly, I抦 sure we can
all go home sooner, and that should put Detective Warner in a better mood.?
揑 can go home??Daria asked in
a mix of hope and disbelief.
揑 don抰 know,?said Cartwright. 揑 hope so. I think you
were just scared and did what you thought you had to do to defend yourself.
You抮e young, in a bad situation. I have a daughter not much younger than you,
and I know how scary the world can be to young people, and the poor judgment
teens sometimes use without meaning to hurt anyone.?He looked at her as if
asking if she was okay with this.
揑抦 wondering something,?said Daria.
When Cartwright made an expression to ask away, Daria
asked, 揑 was seen on the video shooting Matthew, so you knew what I looked
like. But how did you know it was me, Daria, and how
did you know who my mom is to ask her and find out where I was??
Cartwright seemed to blanch. 揧ou抳e never been in trouble
with the law before??
Daria shook her head.
揑 don抰 know, Daria, but I
wasn抰 there. Warner was, but you don抰 want to ask him about that right now.
But I抦 sure it will become clear as we look into what happened together.?
Daria didn抰 like that answer at all. She had been briefly
interviewed by a female officer two days ago, but all the cop did was get her name
and ask if she saw Matthew hit Quinn or if she had seen a gun. Saying no, the
cop moved on. Almost all the attention had been on Quinn and with Helen. She
didn抰 think that was how they recognized her this morning. But she didn抰 know
how else to pursue it for the time being. So instead she asked, 揌ow much time
am I looking at??
He tightened his lips, and looked a bit uncomfortable. 揑
personally think the most you should get is probation for bad judgment. And you
might have even saved a life, maybe several lives.?He looked at the door
before looking back. 揥arner, though,?he made a face, 揾e thinks anyone who
has a gun has something to hide.?
揌e must not trust cops much,?Daria
replied.
Cartwright chuckled and then turned serious. 揚lease help
us, and I think we can help you. We know the guy you shot. He has a history of
violence. He had threatened you and your sister before, hadn抰 he??
Daria nodded. Maybe she really had a friend. Warner had threatened
her mom and now he was threatening her. He seemed to really hate her. She shook
her head to clear it of rambling thoughts. 揅an you tell me what Matthew was
being investigated for??
Cartwright shook his head in disgust. 揑抦 sorry, Daria, but that抯 privileged information. But I will say if
anyone ever needed killing, it was him. It抯 bad to say that, but that抯 how I
feel about it. I tell you, Daria, I think you did us
all a favor, and I want to say thank you. But don抰 tell anyone, not even
Detective Warner, or I抣l deny it.?He smiled and winked at her.
揥hat about me??asked Daria. 揂nd am I going to be
charged with federal crimes??
揥hat federal crimes would that be??Cartwright seemed
more curious than anything.
揑 didn抰 violate any by bringing a gun to school??
揧eah, you might have. You violated
揂re these cuffs necessary??
揑 don抰 think so,?said
Cartwright, 揵ut Warner insisted. At least until we let you go or put you in a
cell. And the rules are on his side on this.?
Daria doubted that.
揅an I, uh, ask you something, Daria??
Daria nodded.
揥here, um, where did you get that little gun of yours??
When Daria stared at him, he
waved his hands in a 搉othing to worry about here?gesture. 揑抦 just wondering
because it抯 so small, but you took that scumbag out! I抎 like to get one for
my wife.?
揑抦 sure any gun store can get you one," replied Daria. If you're not going to answer my questions, why
should I answer yours?
Detective Cartwright frowned at that, and before anything
else was said, Sergeant Lanny came in and took Daria out and brought her back. When she came back, looking
much calmer, the two detectives were talking in low tones, but very animated.
They both put on the faces she recalled when they looked at her.
Daria, let go by the chair she had been in, sat back down and stared
at them quietly. They both seemed to dislike that calm expression on her face.
揘ow Daria,?said Cartwright,
搘hy did you get a gun??
揇on抰 I get a lawyer??asked Daria.
Warner laughed. 揥hat did I tell you??he said to
Cartwright. 揟hese punks think they all know how to work the system.?He turned
to Daria and put his hands on the table as he firmly
said with contempt dripping from his voice like acid, 揘o, kid, this ain抰 TV. You answer our questions, and then you get a
lawyer.?
Cartwright motioned for Warner to calm down before turning
back to Daria. ?span class=SpellE>Daria, we
don抰 even know if we抮e going to charge you with anything. If there are formal
charges, then yes, you get a lawyer. If you answer our questions without any
trouble or resistance, I抦 sure you抣l be home in time for supper.?Daria抯 stomach rumbled at the mere mention of supper. He
shrugged nonchalantly at her. 揧ou saved your sister抯 life. It抯 not like you
got anything to hide, do you??
Daria looked towards the mirror behind the two detectives. She
recalled her mother saying something about a 揼un free zone act?and 損roject
safe neighborhoods,?both being federal statutes. 揑 want a lawyer,?she said
again and more firmly.
?span class=SpellE>Daria,?Detective Cartwright
said pleadingly, 揺ven if we let you go, we have paperwork to fill out. Let抯
not be hostile about this. Just tell us enough to fill out our paperwork and
we抣l probably let you go.?
Detective Warner got up and approached the silent Daria. He stared down at her with his arms crossed. 揟ell
us what you were doing at the Zen on March 2nd and I抣l help you get a lawyer,?he said.
Cold.
Daria tried not to sweat, but she could feel the
moisture building, and yet she felt cold. How much did they know? She took an
unsteady breath and repeated, 揑 want a lawyer.?
Detective Warner抯 eyes bore into Daria抯
as he said in a low voice, 揗aybe the Sloanes will
get you a lawyer.?
Daria blinked at that with genuine confusion. 揥hy would they do
that??She blurted that out before she could stop herself.
Detective Warner walked to where he was standing directly
behind Daria. He rested his dark hands on her
shoulders while he continued to stare at her eyes, using the mirror to do so.
揥hat did you talk to Matthew about at the Zen??
Daria抯 face hardened. 揑 want a lawyer.?
揋ODDAMMIT!!!?shouted Warner from behind her causing her
to squeeze her eyes shut instinctively for several moments, 揧ou and Jane both
plotted to kill that kid, didn抰 you! I bet you thought he had killed your
sister before you shot him! You set him up but killed him before he did his
job!?
Daria抯 face flushed with heat. 揓ane had nothing to do with it!?said Daria. 揑 don抰 know why she didn抰 run when I did what I did,
but she doesn抰 know anything!?She was close to babbling and she quickly got
hold of herself.
Patting Daria抯 shoulder a
couple of times, Detective Warner started to casually walk back to his chair on
the other side of the table 揙h, that抯 very touching,?said Warner with such
sarcasm as to impress even Daria. 揃ut your friend
already told us everything, including how you hated your sister. Who do you
think we抳e been talking to all this time? You stupid kids.
You can never keep a secret. She already told us how you plotted to kill him
after you used him to kill Quinn, told us about your disagreement with Matthew
at the Zen, and that you threatened to kill her if she said anything.?
Daria didn抰 know how they knew about the incident at the Zen, but
she couldn抰 trace any of what happened there with the other questions. They
must be lying. She shook her head no in denial of their words.
揑抦 sorry, Daria,?said
Detective Cartwright regretfully, 揵ut
Daria grew furious. The lying bastards had real practice at sounding
like they were telling the truth. But she said nothing, merely making a mental
note never to play poker with them.
Warner grew calm and sat down, smiling as if he knew a
very nasty secret that Daria was not going to like.
揑f you stay silent, Jane will get off, but you抣l never see the outside of a
prison cell until you抮e collecting social security. Don抰 you think Jane
should grow old with you??
揕iar,?Daria gritted out. Both
detectives actually looked as if they had been slapped.
揧ou don抰 think we want to help??asked Cartwright,
looking wounded.
Daria just stared at him deadpan until even Cartwright began to feel
a chill.
揃elieve what you want,?said Detective Warner, 揵ut
She knew they were lying, but she couldn抰 help breaking
into tears again. Mainly because she knew that Jane was going through
everything she was going through, too. All because of her.
They were telling Jane that Daria was putting all the
blame on her. She hoped Jane knew better, just as Daria
knew better. 揑 want a lawyer,?she said again, this time her voice shaking and
her tears falling free.
揧OU DON扵 GET A LAWYER!?shouted
Warner, slamming his fists on the table, startling Daria.
She hated the cuffs on her wrists as she felt an overwhelming need to be able
to block against blows.
Cartwright grabbed at Warner to calm him down and whisper
in his ear, but Warner continued with, 揂nd a lawyer won抰 do you any good.
Video doesn抰 lie, kid.?He let himself be calmed by
Cartwright then.
Cartwright turned back to Daria.
揑 know this is very uncomfortable for you. Heck, we want to go home just as
badly as you do, but we can抰 until we get the paperwork on this finished. And
we can抰 do that,?he said pleadingly, 搖ntil you answer only a few simple
questions. We just want to understand what抯 going on here, Daria.?He shrugged and added, 揈ven if we do charge you with anything, you can be
bailed out and sleep in your own bed tonight. How抯 that??/span>
When Daria just stared silently at the mirror,
Cartwright added, 揑t抯 not like you have anything to hide, is it??
揑 want a lawyer,?said Daria,
shaking still but calming down as her resolve strengthened.
揙kay, kid,?said Cartwright. 揥e抣l do this the hard way
if you insist. It抯 a hard row. You don抰 want to know about the kind of places
you抣l be sent to for holding if you insist on this.?
揥e got 48 hours before we have to let you go, assuming we
don抰 charge you with a crime,?smiled Warner, making it clear that she was
going to be charged. Daria had no idea how much time
had already passed, or when the counting officially began.
揧ou sure??asked Cartwright, looking at Daria with concern.
Daria, firmly resolved, just stared silently into the mirror.
揙kay, then. Just so you know, Daria,?said Cartwright, 揧ou抮e being charged with first degree murder, conspiracy to
commit murder, illegal possession of a firearm, and bringing a weapon onto
school grounds. The DA and the city attorney are looking into other charges at
this time, and there抯 an on-going investigation that may bring up more
charges. The BATF have also been notified, and they will be issuing gun-related
charges. Now we抣l get you your lawyer.?
Warner looked at Cartwright. 揥hat about the other one??
揓ane??asked Cartwright. 揝he抣l get her immunity in
exchange for testifying against Daria.?
揘o,?said Warner, 揜ight now? Nearly everyone has gone
home for the day. We抮e about all that抯 left. I personally don抰 feel like
baby sitting.?
Cartwright shrugged. 揌ave Sergeant Lanny
bring Jane in here so they抮e in one place. She can watch both of them.?
揃ullshit!?exclaimed Warner. 揝he抯 working dispatch, and
you know how she just watches TV when we抮e not here. You know how she is.?
揥hat I know,?said Cartwright meaningfully, 搃s that I抦
hungry. I want something to eat. THEN we can do the paperwork and go home.
They抣l be okay for an hour or so.?
揟he cuffs stay on,?said Warner. 揑抦 not gonna have my star witness killed by this sociopath.?
揊ine,?said Cartwright, 搕he cuffs stay on. But let抯 go
out and get something. I want to show you a new Chinese place.....?
The two left, Warner glaring at her all the way out the
door. A little later, Sergeant Lanny brought a
handcuffed Jane in.
?span class=SpellE>Daria!?said Jane loudly. Daria looked at her and shook her head slightly.
Sergeant Lanny left saying,
揔eep it quiet in here you two,?and Daria and Jane
were alone.
?span class=SpellE>Daria,?said Jane softly, 揑抦
so sorry this happened....?
揑t抯 not your fault, Jane,?interrupted Daria quickly, 搚ou didn抰 even know I had gotten a gun to
defend myself.?
Jane blinked at her. Of course she knew! 揃ut Daria....?Jane had walked to the chair Warner had sat in.
She scooted it around the table by pushing at it with her foot.
揓ane, it抯 just like at the Mall of the Millennium, when
I told you never to trust people while the light is on them, but wait until the
lights go off.?
Jane blinked again, finally getting the chair near Daria, and leaning back into it a little as she tried to
figure out where THAT had come from. Then she glanced at the mirror and then
back at Daria. Daria nodded
slightly. 揟hose bastards,?Jane muttered almost inaudibly. 揅an you at least
tell me what happened??asked Jane in a more normal sounding voice.
揗atthew threatened me and Quinn. You know that. What you
didn抰 know is I took steps to make sure I抎 be ready if he tried to carry out
his threats. Especially when I found out Mom filed a restraining order against
him. Psychos like Matthew, they sometimes blow up when
you do that, even carrying out their death threats. So I was ready.?Daria looked at Jane meaningfully, and her voice shook a
little. 揑抦 sorry, Jane, I don抰 know why they brought you in, too. I told
them that, but I don抰 know if they believed
揌ey,?said Jane, surprising Daria
in the bright tone it was given in, 揗aybe your mom can sue for wrongful
arrest??Jane smiled. 揝he can get them back for busting you, and my family can
use the money!?Her smile broadened. 揑抣l even chip in for your defense fund!
I抣l put up a Free Daria web site!?
Daria smiled at her and then began crying softly again. Jane scooted
over next to Daria and brushed her arm against Daria抯. 揌ey,?she said softly, 搘e抮e still amigas.?
Daria smiled at her with a little humor. 揈ven
though you抮e being released for testifying against me??/span>
Jane抯 eyes widened. 揌uh? Oh, they told me that you said
I had forced you into it. I just didn抰 say anything after that. Warner抯 the
kind that makes me realize how 慸ick?and 慸etective?come to mean the same
thing.?
Daria smiled and resisted the temptation to look at the mirror. Jane
scooted closer, and whispered into Daria抯
ear, ?span class=SpellE>Wanna put on an x-rated show and see how fast
they get back in here??
Daria actually laughed at that, just a little. 揥hat makes you think
they wouldn抰 just eat popcorn instead??
Jane laughed back.
Daria tapped Jane抯 ankle with her foot. When Jane looked at her, Daria softly said, 揕et抯 make a deal. You don抰 believe
anyone who says I already betrayed you, and I won抰 believe anyone who says you
already betrayed me. No matter what, we will only believe it when we see each
other and confirm it.?
Jane shrugged. 揟hat was already my policy, amiga.?
Daria sighed in relief, and then looked at mirror thoughtfully.
揝omething troubles me about all this.?
Jane抯 eyes went wide and she whistled. 揙NLY one thing
troubles you? God, Daria, I wish I had your tolerance
for humiliation and intimidation.?
Daria ignored her. 揙ne said the Sloanes
might get me a lawyer. Where did that come from??
Jane shrugged. 揘o one said that to me. Would
be kinda cool if they抎 chip in for our defense fund,
though. I think I抣l ask them about it. I抦 sure Tom will donate some of
his allowance anyway.?
揗aybe they can get me sent to one of the GOOD prisons,?Daria darkly mused.
And then they talked of everyday things and pointedly
staying away from the topic of Matthew Foster and the hell he had visited on
them all. Daria guessed it was two hours later when
Sergeant Lanny came and took Jane away again. Jane gave
Daria an encouraging smile as she left, even if it
disappeared to reveal fear when Jane was back out in the hall being carried
back to her detention cell.
Shortly after, Sergeant Lanny
came back in and put her in a cell with a woman with bleached hair who looked a
bit older than Daria, though almost as thin and only
a little fuller. She was laying on a bunk and looked
up curiously when Daria was put in. The entire cell
was sparsely furnished and couldn抰 have been much more than 6?by 6?by 6?
The cuffs were finally taken off. Incredible relief
flooded her as she rubbed her wrists, which had a red indention where the cuffs
had been. She offered no resistance when she was gently pushed inside. 揕ater,?said Sergeant Lanny as she left. Daria
just walked over and collapsed on the bunk. The blanket was coarse, but it beat
being handcuffed in a chair.
揌ey,?said the woman. 揥hat they get you for??
Daria turned her head to look at her. The woman didn抰 seem hostile,
just curious. She was at least in her 20抯. 揈spionage,?she said. 揧ou??
?span class=SpellE>Mmmm...?she said. 揓ust a little crank. I抳e mostly just slept since they put
me here, but I finally got bored with that. You ever do any crank??
揑 haven抰,?said Daria. 揃ut I
plan to sleep until my mom gets me out.?
揗om??She looked at her. 揓ust how old are you??
?8,?said Daria. 揧ou??
?5,?she said. 揥ow, I can抰 believe they put you here
back with me! But I know it wasn抰 for esp-ee-yanage
or spying. Come on! What was it? Crank? Although you look more like a mary jane
type. Is that it??
Daria shook her head, still lying down completely.
揊ine! Don抰 tell me.?She put herself back on her bunk.
Daria sighed. Why couldn抰 she be put in solitary?
揌ey,?said her cell mate. When Daria
glanced at her again, she said, 揑抦 sorry about that. You look really tired.
But I抦 really bored. I抎 love it if you talk to me,
fill in the endless boredom here. I can use a friend, and I bet you can, too.?
Daria smiled slightly at her. 揕et me sleep, okay? Then we抣l talk.?
揙kay.?She didn抰 seem happy with this, but she accepted
it.
Daria was just starting to drift off when someone opened a small
shaft on the door. Daria looked and saw her cell mate
grab a tray. She brought it over to Daria. 揝ince
you抮e tired and all, I thought I抎 get it for you,?said her cell mate. Then
she got her own tray and started eating.
Daria sighed and at up. Oh, she could not believe this. Lasagna. And with her own new toothbrush, she wryly noted.
She sat down and ate, for she was hungry.
揑抦 Beth,?said her cell mate. 揧ou??
?span class=SpellE>Daria.?/span> That was just reflex.
揌ey, you抮e not that kid that shot up her school are you!??
Daria snorted a bit and took another bite. 揙f course not,?she said,
her usual tone creeping back into her voice. 揑 wouldn抰 kill them anywhere
near that quickly.?Then she frowned. Now she felt guilty for the people who
had been shot. Even for Ms. Li.
When Beth kept looking at her, Daria
sighed and said, 揂 guy dating my sister threatened to kill me, along with my
sister. So I prepared, and shot him as he was shooting at my sister.?
揥ow,?she said. 揂nd they arrested YOU? That just
figures. Creeps.?/span> She looked to the door and yelled,
揧ou抮e a bunch of assholes!?Beth turned back to Daria.
揝orry, I just had to say that to them. It抯 not like they would抳e done much
about that guy threatening you. But you, oh, they抣l throw the book at. I hate
this place.?
揑t抯 better than cheerleading practice,?muttered Daria.
揧ou抮e a cheerleader??asked Beth in a tone that said she
never would抳e guessed that.
揘o,?said Daria taking another
bite, 搘e just have to pretend we are in gym class.?
揟hat sucks,?said Beth. 揥here did you get the gun
anyway? I thought they were hard to come by around here.?
Daria blinked at her. 揟he less you know, the better,?said Daria.
Daria finished, hardly saying anything to Beth. She looked at her
toothbrush and decided only if it became absolutely necessary. Shortly after,
the orderly or whatever came back and took the trays. Daria
went and collapsed on the bunk.
揌ey,?said Beth, 揹on抰 conk out on me yet! I want to
hear all about what happened! Come on, they don抰 even let me have a TV in this
place! It抯 absolutely un-fuggen-civilized around
here!?
揟he less you know, the better,?Daria
repeated. She finally promised to say more after she got some sleep. Beth was
obviously disappointed and whined awhile before she gave up and let Daria sleep in peace.
5.
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03/15/01, 9:52 A.M., Thursday
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Marguerite Kramer, the DA, sighed as a frantic Helen Morgendorffer pleaded with her. She was sympathetic, and
even if she wasn't, she didn抰 think she would dare prosecute this case.
Prosecute a girl that saved her own sister抯 life, after the system failed to
stop the attacker? Her political enemies would trash her image, and her own
standing in several feminist organizations could be hurt.
Some of her other associations, such as the Virginia Association
of Black Lawyers, would probably see Matthew Foster as a racist that included
violent hate crimes along with his attack against Quinn Morgendorffer,
or would assume Matthew was typical of Lawndale. Most would be of the former,
and would probably see Daria as stopping him from
killing more minorities.
She had already received a call from both of the Landons asking her not to prosecute Daria--and
their own daughter, Jodie Landon, had nearly been shot by that maniac, too,
which inclined them to be very sympathetic to Daria.
And, she cynically noted to herself, the Landons
actually support her with money and volunteer campaigning for her, despite some
of the political differences they had. It would be good not to turn them
against her.
Not only that, but Helen Morgendorffer
was her friend. When younger, both had been idealists, ultrasensitive
to the injustices of the world. Both had become lawyers to fight for those who
were chewed up mercilessly by the system, and to make it work for the People instead
of the Man.
They had both become sidetracked when they encountered
many harsh realities. Disillusionment, making compromises, and financial
limitations and obligations had made them both switch their focus slightly. But
they still (sometimes) remembered why they had gotten into law in the first
place, and contributed what time and resources they had to groups they believed
were slowly helping the world become a better place.
Ironically, that included some gun control laws that Daria was now likely to be charged under. What they did to
help these laws come about was nothing major, but the laws passed by the
collective effort of many like-minded citizens were now going to crush Daria, after proving themselves useless in saving Quinn抯
life. Did gun control save Quinn from Matthew? Oh, no. It was another gun. This
grated on her more than she cared to admit. It had to bother Helen, too.
Finally, she was the one that had made sure the
restraining order against Matthew Foster went into effect immediately for
Helen抯 ease of mind. And then Matthew did what a lot of stalkers do and tried
to kill the object of his obsession. It was only a couple of days ago that she,
the DA, sent two deputies that owed her a favor directly to Matthew Foster to
tell Matthew in no uncertain terms never to speak, communicate, approach, or
even LOOK at Quinn again. For his sake.
She remembered why as she stared down at the Polaroid and
other photos now developed of Quinn抯 bruised cheek that Helen had taken
immediately upon noticing it and connecting it with Matthew.
And 23 hours ago she had learned that the school shooting
on the news had been Matthew shooting two people, attempting to murder Quinn,
but being shot to death by Daria. How could she
prosecute Daria?
But if she didn抰 prosecute her friend抯 daughter for
doing what all their laws and restraining orders failed to do, then her
political enemies could attack her for being too lenient on young hoodlums with
guns. The gun control groups could remove their support from her.
So be it, she decided. She had ambition from a real desire
to help
揌elen,?said Marguerite, 揅alm down. I抳e already decided
not to prosecute your daughter. It sounds like she really felt she had no
choice. Maybe if I could charge her with something that I could recommend
probation, or if she were older, I抎 think about it, as I think she acted too
hastily and with stupidity.?She held up her hand as Helen began to speak again,
揃ut in light that Quinn Morgendorffer would be dead
if she hadn抰, I will not.?
揟hank you,?said Helen sincerely.
揘o thanks are required for my refusal to prosecute,?said
Marguerite, 揑 will not fight to make the world safe for homicidal stalkers.?She said the last with some passion. Then she sighed again and looked down.
揃ut that抯 not going to help much, is it??asked Helen,
already knowing the answer.
揑t will help some,?said Marguerite ,
揳nd I will make every resource I have access to available to you--discreetly,
of course. But there are laws and forces which I can do nothing about. If the
BATF choose to get involved, the entire circus will include the federal courts.
And whatever happens, you know this is going to be a circus, don抰 you??
揧es,?said Helen heatedly, 揑抳e already dealt with far
too many clowns for my liking today. Police, news hounds, even political and
religious activists harassing me.?She shook her head as if to clear it. 揥hat
can you tell me about the case??
Marguerite frowned. 揂re you acting as her defense
attorney??
Helen nodded. 揙ne of them, yes.?Knowing she would soon
see The United States vs. Daria Morgendorffer on top of everything else, she wasn抰
about to stay out of it, but neither was she going to do this alone. Criminal
law wasn抰 her specialty.
揓ust to be on the safe side,?said Marguerite, 揑抎
appreciate if you didn抰 let people know I抦 giving you access to all my files
until it becomes clear that you are officially on her defense team. Any future
files will have to be officially gotten through Roger Fillman.?
揙f course,?said Helen making a face, 揳nd thank you.?Roger Fillman was the city attorney. Helen had known
he was going to be a problem from the beginning. Helen had been the one and
only lawyer who successfully exposed his ethics violations and habit of
falsifying evidence, causing him to be suspended for 2 years and nearly
disbarred. Luckily, Marguerite had just said she could count on the unofficial
help of her office. That was no small advantage.
Marguerite wondered if Fillman
was prosecuting this case because Daria was Helen抯
daughter. Normally, cases like this would be left to her discretion. In any
case, Fillman saw opportunity here, or he wouldn抰
involve himself.
Marguerite smiled wryly at Helen. 揃y the way, that was
amazing what you did to him back in the 80s. After that, a lot of lawyers were
scared of you, weren抰 they??
Helen nodded. She hadn抰 thought about it much in years. Fillman had been using false evidence to frame several
small businesses into giving up, or losing everything, so that Con-Tel could
monopolize the region. Because of Helen Morgendorffer,
Con-Tel got sued out of existence, and Roger Fillman
was suspended from his legal practice. She was a different person back then.
揂ctually, it had been a private investigator that proved he was falsifying
evidence. I just made it stick.?
揧ou showed them ethics can mean something,?returned
Marguerite. Ethics were a joke among lawyers. When given an ethics test, all
one had to say when in doubt (or say period) was, 揑 would not accept this case
in any circumstances.?
揧es,?said Helen in a low voice, remembering. 揑t抯 a big
part of why I had to go into litigation. The other lawyers pretty much shunned
me.?
Marguerite laughed lightly. 揝hunned you? As I recall, no
one would give you the time of day, let alone any help you needed. You had to
leave
Of course Marguerite knew that. She was one of the few
people she stayed in contact with after she moved to
But then Helen thought of moving again because of the
rising crime. The final straw had been the BATF tearing up Daria抯
classroom and Daria witnessing the beating of her
teacher because he had advised the BATF of 揹ue process.?
After she told Marguerite of this by phone, it wasn抰 long
after that she got a call from a new law firm in
Helen spoke a little bemusedly. 揧es, and I thank you for
helping me to move back.?
揑 was glad to have you back, Helen,?replied Marguerite
warmly. They both reminded each other of times long ago when they still
believed in some things passionately. Had they ever been that young, and
willing to spit in the eye of 慣he Man? It seemed like another lifetime.
Now to make sure Helen would get the message that there is
hope here, Marguerite thought. 揗y own PI, Earl Gentry, is digging up dirt on
his own, too. Maybe history will repeat itself??
揑 hope so,?said Helen sincerely. Maybe this time, they
could get him disbarred! Helen raised her eyes hopefully as she asked, 揔now of
any other allies that can help me against Filllman??
揑 hate to say this,?said Marguerite as she lightly
covered her mouth with her hand as if to underscore how much she hated to say
it, 揵ut I hear the NRA is already getting ready to use this case to challenge
the Gun-Free Zones Act and the Project Safe Neighborhoods.?
揊igures,?muttered Helen. 揑抳e already have two messages
and one e-mail from the Virginia Citizens Defense League offering to help Daria.?
Marguerite smiled with a sense of self-depreciating irony
as she continued. 揑抳e heard this from the groups you and I are a part of, of
course, who are getting ready to fight them. Just maybe, as much as it irks the
both of us, you should enlist the NRA抯 help. Their financial, legal, and
political resources are vast, and you and your daughter are going to need all
the help you can get. Especially if this goes to a federal court, which it most
likely will.?
Helen抯 face hardened but she nodded. 揑 plan to at least
talk to them,?she said.
揋ood,?she said. 揑 won抰 be surprised if there抯 a
message from them on one of your message machines or e-mail accounts by the
time you get home. But there抯 a complication.?
Helen sighed, 揑sn抰 there always??
揧ou know Roger Fillman still
feels he has a score to settle with you over your revealing to the world what a
rat he is. With him, that would be enough for him to throw the book at Daria. More than that, he has political ambitions that he
pursues with ruthlessness. You know, of course, about his involvement with the
former mayor??
Helen nodded, stone-faced. Seems the former mayor had
indulged in hiring prostitutes with tax dollars, including one that brought her
underage daughter 搕o watch.?The new mayor, Marvin Grant, and her old enemy
Roger Fillman had turned him in. Marvin Grant took
his place in an emergency election promising to bring back morality and decency
to government. Later, further investigation suggested they knew to turn him in
because they had arranged for the illicit services to begin with, but Mayor
Grant had already stolen the office by then. It was just another example of why
Americans were generally disgusted with politics and ashamed of their
government.
揥ell,?said Marguerite, 揾e seems to be after the new mayorship, now. He抯 already seeing who he can get to back
him and finance his campaign for mayor if he crucifies your daughter.?
揌ow will that help him against Grant??asked Helen as
calmly as she could.
Marguerite smiled cynically, but without amusement. 揝eems the new mayor doesn抰 want to alienate his backers among
Republicans and the NRA. He抯 sticking to his crime control not gun
control slogan. And he抯 either going to fight to get Daria
off... or he抯 going to decide Daria抯 a criminal
that took the law into her own hands. Right now, he抯 waiting to see how the
political winds blow.?
揓ustice means nothing to him,?said Helen. 揙nly
politics.?
揙f course,?replied Marguerite casually. 揃ut one thing
in your favor is about to be released to the public.?
揧es??asked Helen, hopeful.
揗atthew Foster had a bag with 17 more bullets in his
jacket pocket. Not only that, but he had an entire box of ammo for his gun in
his backpack. Matthew meant to do more than shoot a couple of minorities and
kill his ex-girlfriend. Matthew was out to commit a massacre.?
揙h,?said Helen shocked, shaking her head. Then she
brightened and felt horribly guilty for it, but also excited. 揟hat means many
of the parents of the students of Lawndale High will see Daria
as someone who may have saved their own child!?
Marguerite nodded, but held up a hand. 揘ot necessarily.
You are likely to get a lot of local support, but it抯 not a sure thing.?
揃ut if that happens, then Roger will have an uphill
battle prosecuting Daria!?
Marguerite took in a deep breath and looked directly at
Helen. 揑n response, Roger Fillman has contacted
several groups like Handgun Control Inc. and promised to vigorously prosecute
not only Daria, but also anyone who had a hand in
arming either her or Matthew Foster. He has already been promised support and
contributions from several gun control groups, and he抯 hoping to use them to
also attack Marvin Grant抯 reputation even further if he refuses to publicly
condemn Daria, and to support himself as the new
mayor come the next election.?
揙h, god,?said Helen disgustedly. That such a foul man
might become mayor of a town she lived in.... and might do so by crucifying Daria.... she trembled with rage and hatred for Roger Fillman. The fact that Helen helped, if only a little, to
get some of the laws passed that Roger was now using with relish only deepened
her hatred for him.
揙ne bit of news,?continued Marguerite, 揳nd is not clear
if it抯 good or bad, is that Judge Tim Oliver will be presiding.?
Helen thought about that. Judge Oliver had ambitions, but
he was also lazy, content to just get his fingers in several dirty pies. He
also loved to pose for the media. He would do whatever would get him the most
positive press, and possibly the most money. Right now, it was too early in the
game to guess which way Judge Oliver would lean.
Helen moaned, 揑s there anyone who cares about justice
over politics??
揂nother complication,?said Marguerite, as if she hadn抰
heard Helen抯 comment.
揌ow many complications can there be??groaned Helen
rhetorically.
揟he police are being very slow to actually charge Daria with a crime. They appear as if they抮e going to hold
her for the 48 hours if they can before they do anything official. I抳e already
tried to pressure them to press charges and get the process going, but they抮e
stalling. And I hear Detective Dan Warner is seeking some kind of damage
control by prosecuting Daria, but I don抰 know what
it is, yet. Consider that an unverified rumor that I will confirm or cancel in
a day or two.?
揑f he needs to build up a good rep, how come he can抰 do
it by getting people like Matthew off our streets??
揟hey抮e after bigger game,?said Marguerite, 揳nd Daria has just become the biggest prize of all.?
揌ow far are they willing to go??asked Helen quietly,
bracing herself.
Marguerite shrugged. 揟hey抮e not very bright or
competent, especially since the 慳verage intelligence?required for the job is
heavily enforced.?
Helen just stared. 揂verage intelligence??/span>
Marguerite shrugged again. 揟hat means not too smart.
Because a smart officer would get bored patrolling
Helen shook her head. That help explained what had happened
a little, but not completely.
Marguerite continued, 揃ut they do know the tricks to
cracking suspects and even getting them to confess to crimes that were never
committed in the first place. Not all of them are fully legal, but between the
fact that they抮e detectives and that Roger Fillman
will vouch for them, there抯 not likely to be a lot I can do about such
methods, unless they抮e dumb enough to be blatant about it.?
Helen shook her head saying, ?span class=SpellE>Daria
is smart. She won抰 fall for that. And she can drink hot water and spit out ice
cubes.?Then Helen remembered
揑 hope you抮e right,?said Marguerite, 揻or her sake.?
揧ou don抰 think they抎... abuse her, do you??
揘o,?said Marguerite firmly. 揘ot when you抮e going to be
breathing down their necks over every little thing they do. And they抮e not all
behind the blue shield. There are police there who are sick of what抯 going on
and very willing to help me in any way to stop the abuses going on.?
Marguerite didn抰 suggest the horrible possibility that
they might arrange for Daria to be put in a cell with
someone who WOULD hurt her to encourage her to 揷onfess.?But even that was
unlikely, especially since she was already riding their back over every little
thing they did. She hoped such knowledge would dissuade them from such
barbarity.
揗arguerite??asked Helen, 搘hat about
Marguerite pursed her lips and went through some files.
揙h, yes,
揟hat抯 right,?said Helen as she wondered what the
unofficial reason for arresting Jane was, 揑 made Jake sell his guns some time
ago.?Then she made a face. 揟he dog the police ran through our house yesterday
should抳e convinced them, too.?
Marguerite blinked at that. She hadn't looked at
everything yet, but she had no reason to think she would come across anything
like that. 揟hey used dogs in your house??
揟hey said something about searching Daria抯
room for bombs and ammo. Then I caught them in Quinn抯 room and all over the
house. I tried kicking them out and they threatened to arrest me for
interfering in an investigation!?
Marguerite raised her brows. 揟he entire
house??/span>
Helen抯 eyes grew a bit distant. 揟hey made a mess,
especially of Daria抯 and Quinn抯 room. It抯 going to
take hours to get everything sorted, cleaned, and put back where it belongs. I
don抰 understand why they tore up Quinn抯 room! And Quinn was upset enough
before they did that.?
Marguerite shook her head. 揟hey抮e taking a big risk,?she said visibly surprised that they went to such lengths. 揥hen you抮e ready
to sue their socks off, let me know. I抣l help?
Helen smiled warmly. 揟hank you.?Then she frowned.
"Do you think they searched the Lane residence, too?"
Marguerite spoke thoughtfully. "I'm sure they did,
but I haven't come across that." She shook her head again. "This is
strange."
"Tell me about it," moaned Helen. 揥hat can you tell
me of Daria抯 gun??
揟he gun, a .32 Mark II, is unregistered. It was also
loaded with JHPs....?
?span class=SpellE>JHPs??asked Helen.
揓acketed Hollow Points.?/span>
That didn抰 sound good. 揂re JHPs
particularly bad??
揟hey抮e hollow bullets that deal more soft-tissue damage
when they flatten out, which makes them more deadly. They抮e also harder for
forensics to investigate, though any dedicated examiner will still find what
they抮e looking for. But they抮e common among hunters and police both,
partially because they抮e less likely to ricochet.?She shrugged. 揂nd they
said this is the only type of bullet that would be effective for this type of
gun. By the way, Helen, has Daria ever practiced with
any kind of firearm before, or taken a firearm training course??
Helen shook her head. 揘ot to my knowledge. I can抰
imagine her leaving her room for any kind of physical activity if she can help it.?
揟hen why was she such a good shot??She pulled another
file out and opened it. 揟wo in the center of the back, one in
the head. The head caused more massive brain damage than would normally happened, and one of the two shots in his back pierced his
spinal cord. We say she抯 been trained, and trained well, in how to use a gun
to kill.?
Helen shivered. She vaguely recalled some jokes about a
揗elody Powers,?and 搘orking for the government.?But she shook her head again
and said, 揑 don抰 know what to tell you.?
揟hat抯 not the only mystery,?said Marguerite, 揟he gun
does not show up on NLET, and neither does the gun used by Matthew Foster,
though no one has given up trying to trace the two guns.....?
Helen interrupted with, 揘LET??.
揘ational Law Enforcement
Telecommunications System.?/span> When Helen
nodded, she continued. 揈ven more interesting is that Daria抯
gun has been heavily coated with teflon
which makes getting any fingerprints impossible for all practical purposes.
Forensics claims the teflon
was added in specifically for that purpose. The only prints they can identify
are Daria抯 most recent ones.?
揃ut Matthew抯 gun wasn抰 coated with this teflon??
Marguerite shook her head. 揘o. Matthew didn抰 seem to
take all that good care of his gun. Daria, on the
other hand, looks to have treated her gun with a lot of TLC.?
Helen swallowed. 揝o you have no idea where it came from??
揑 would guess it was sold to a hobbyist in one of the
loopholes used by gun enthusiasts. That hobbyist may even be Daria. Even if this is the case, it should抳e cost her no
less than $250, given its condition, and that doesn抰 count the teflon job or the hollow points
she had, or the bullets she used in learning to use her gun. Did Daria have that kind of cash on her? Has she asked for a
lot of money, or for a lot of little bits of cash over and over again??
Helen shook her head, but remembered all the times Daria made Helen bribe her. She thought Daria
did that to other people, too. It wasn抰 impossible for her to raise the money,
but why would she buy a gun?
Marguerite continued. 揑t抯 a wild card, so to speak, but
no one seriously believes the gun belongs to you or Jake. Personally, I抎 guess
Daria got it at a gun show. Here in
揇amnation,?moaned Helen. This was another example of why
she pushed for greater gun control.
揈ven felons not allowed firearms can usually get one
there. So Daria shouldn抰 have a problem, if she had
the money. An officer discreetly told me that some strongly suspect
Helen sensed that Marguerite wasn抰 telling all. 揝o we
have the excuse on why they抮e holding Jane, but what is their real reason? Is
she a dangerous liability to us??
Marguerite looked sadly at Helen. 揟hey抮e pressuring her
to testify against Daria or to confess to getting the
gun for Daria. If she cracks, she抯 a liability to Daria and to herself. If she doesn抰, they will likely let
her go, but only so they can see where she goes and who she talks
to.?
揟hey think Jane would lead them to the source of the
gun??
揗aybe,?said Marguerite with an unreadable expression.
揟here抯 also the possibility she抣l talk. That抯 how most cases are cracked,
you know. People can抰 keep their mouth shut, and kids are especially bad about
it. Especially if they feel they got away with something.?
揗arguerite, please!?pleaded Helen, 搘hat are you not
telling me??
Marguerite grimaced and cleared her throat. 揑 am about to
tell you something that you would be very ill-advised to repeat outside this
office.?
Helen drew in breath and braced herself. 揋o on.?
Marguerite added, 揑n fact, should you find evidence of
anything I抦 about to share with you, it would be wise if you thought twice
before bringing it to me or even letting me know such evidence exists.?
揟hat bad??Helen was getting scared.
Marguerite nodded her head. 揗atthew Foster was known to
vice cops as a petty drug dealer.?
揘o,?said Helen disbelieving, 揾e抯 a clean cut boy....?She trailed off.
揂 clean cut boy with a nice car and money to take Quinn
to Chez Pierre,?said Marguerite, 揻rom a low income, single parent family on welfare.
A clean cut boy who would never try to kill your daughter.?
揟hat bastard,?whispered Helen in moment of fury and
panic. Then she remembered something. 揓ust last month, on the Saturday after
Valentine抯 Day, Quinn, the Fashion Club she抯 with, and some other boys went
to a family cabin belonging to Matthew抯 family. What about that??
揥e抮e looking into that as we speak. You see, Helen, we
can抰 find out where Matthew got his gun, either, and we believe it belongs to
his father, just as that cabin does.?
揃ut you抮e not sure.?
揘o,?she said. 揗atthew抯 father is barred from having
guns as part of the restraining order barring him from contacting Matthew抯
mother.?
Helen leaned back in her chair. This just got better and
better. 揥hat else??
Marguerite smiled grimly. 揌e filed a restraining order
back at her with the same condition added in. So technically, she抯 not allowed
guns either. As they both have a history of substance abuse, trouble with the
law, mental illness, and domestic violence by both against each other, neither
had any trouble in getting the restraining order extended to a few years. But
they seem to have done it more out of spite than actual fear.?
She pulled out another file and opened it. 揗atthew抯
mother抯 house was searched and no weapons were found. The father抯 house was
searched, and we found two handguns. But the lab is saying they don抰 think
Matthew抯 gun came from there. Matthew抯 gun isn抰 as well taken care of and
doesn抰 have any of his father抯 prints. There are also some telltale chemicals
that forensics looks at, and their examination leads them to conclude that
Matthew抯 gun never belonged to Matthew抯 father. A warrant is being drawn up
to search the cabin that was left to Matthew抯 father two years ago when
Matthew抯 grandfather died, but nobody really expects to find anything.?
揑抎 like to know what you find, even if it抯 nothing,?said Helen, 搒ince my daughter spent a day out there skiing!?
揑抣l be sure to tell you,?Marguerite replied, 揵ut the
lab boys believe the father when he says he抯 never seen the gun Matthew used
in his life. It抯 just one more mystery in all this crud.?
揑 hope there aren抰 any more surprises,?said Helen in a
low voice.
Marguerite looked down a moment and looked back up. 揙h, I
saved the best for last.?
揚lease, tell me!?Helen was getting annoyed with this
game of digging information out of her.
Marguerite cleared her throat. 揓ane, Daria,
and Quinn were apparently mentioned in a report from an informant to a vice cop
as being in a drug ring with Matthew Foster. Another informant even stated that
Daria and Matthew got into a gang related dispute
that ended in gunfire at a seedy little bar known as the Zen a little over a
week ago.?
Helen抯 leaned forward, her eyes wide in shock and anger.
揟hat抯 impossible!?
揑s it??asked Marguerite calmly.
揟hat抯 just so.... it抯 impossible,?said Helen shaking
her head. 揢ntil recently, Daria and Quinn almost
never got along together. I mean I抦 as shocked as I am grateful that Daria did what she did to save Quinn.?
揟he detectives don抰 believe Daria
shot Matthew to save Quinn,?said Marguerite carefully. 揟hey suspect Daria shot Matthew because he was about to be busted and
reveal names, including her抯 and Quinn抯. It抯 even
been suggested that Daria meant for Quinn to die
first. They also claim that Quinn hid the drugs that police knew Matthew had
purchased, but it wasn抰 until last Monday that the police even knew about his
relation with Quinn.?
揘O!?shouted Helen standing up. 揟hat抯 just so warped!
Those cops are crazy! It抯 nothing like that at all!?She took a breath and sat
back down. 揑抦 sorry for that outburst. It抯 just that it抯 so crazy. You
don抰 believe any of that, do you??
揑 think the detectives are incompetent, especially if
what they said is true about not knowing of the relationship between Matthew
and Quinn until last Monday, and Roger Fillman is
desperate to do anything to win this case,?said Marguerite carefully, 揵ut I抦
also convinced that there is more going on here than we realize. If Daria is as smart and cool under fire as you say, why did
she bring a gun to school? And where did she get it? And what about the teflon??
Helen had no response to that. Finally she took in a
breath. 揑t turned out she needed it.?
揥hat she needed was to get Matthew out of the way, one
way or another. For one reason or another.?/span> When Helen
gave Marguerite a hurt look, she shook her head. 揑抦 on your side Helen. But I
feel there is something more to this story than you or I know about. Roger Fillman and the Lawndale PD fully believe this to be so and
are very anxious to get to the bottom of it. And that抯 why Jane will likely be
released without charges if she can抰 be used to harm Daria
directly. To see if she can be made to harm Daria in
another way.?
揑mpossible,?Helen repeated.
揑f Daria were a drug dealer,?said Marguerite slowly, 搃t would explain how she got the money to get a gun,
and why she carried it around and learned to use it.?
Helen pushed her rising fury away at what Marguerite was
saying. 揑s there ANY evidence to any of these claims besides the
unsubstantiated claims of an informant, whom I assume to be a drug user
himself, that this suspected involvement took place??
Marguerite put her hands together for a moment and spoke
very clearly. 揘o, there is not. And your assumption about
the informant being a drug user and insinuating the informant to be unreliable
are both correct. Investigation at the Zen has so far turned up nothing,
and not a single bullet hole was found, thus discrediting the allegations of
any shoot-out. Everyone the police talked to claimed that such a story was
ridiculous, but they抮e only getting warmed up. Still, the informant swears
it抯 true and seems to believe it."
Then she knocked her half-folded fingers against her desk
as she said, 揌owever, if Jane Lane is released, she will be closely watched,
tailed, and monitored to see if any such connection between Matthew Foster抯
drug dealing can be made to her.?
揟hen it抯 Jane抯 problem more than Daria抯,
right??Helen asked desperately. 揝he won抰 turn on Daria.
I know it.?
揌elen,?said Marguerite in her tone of voice that said
this was very important, 搃f they succeed at this they have an automatic connection
to Daria Morgendorffer via
揑 better warn Jane,?said Helen more to herself than to
Marguerite. And I better represent her along with Daria,
she thought to herself.
揧ou do that,?said Marguerite, 揵ut make sure you sound
like a concerned mother asking about her daughter than a conspirator in a
crime. You know Roger Fillman would love to implicate
you, too, if he thought he possibly could.?
揇on抰 I know it,?gritted Helen.
揜ight now, Jane is the one who will need to exercise the
most caution. If they can, they will do just about anything to extort her to
turn against Daria.?
揟hey抎 destroy Jane just to get Daria??
Marguerite gave Helen a look of disbelief, saying, 揧ou
have to ask??
Helen took a deep breath. 揑抳e had experiences from my
own college days with the fuzz, and I know there are a lot of nasty secrets
below the mirage of respectability. So I can accept everything you抮e telling
me with very little difficulty, and know that sometimes it gets even worse.?Then Helen shook her head to emphasize her next statement. 揃ut the police even
thinking that Daria, Quinn, and Jane in a drug ring
with Matthew! That is just too unbelievable. Even the police have to know
that!?
揂nd it may be nothing more than smoke and mirrors,?said
Marguerite relaxing her voice, 揵ut Helen, you know what this could do to your
daughter抯 case if any such connection is proven.?Marguerite spoke then with
emphasis. 揟alk to your daughter and find out if there抯 any truth to these
allegations at all. And do it soon in case the police decide to ask Quinn about
it first.?
Helen nodded in stunned disbelief. 揑 will.?
揑n any case,?said Marguerite businesslike, 揻ind out
where Daria acquired the gun. I think that抯 the key
to this whole mystery. You can count on Roger Fillman
to hammer away at this until he finds out the truth for himself. I expect he
will find out. And when he does, Helen, you better be ready for him.?
Helen fought tears as she rubbed her temples, muttering,
揑 don抰 know who I hate more, Roger Fillman or Matthew
Foster.?
揧ou抎 hate Matthew Foster more if he had killed Quinn.
Which would you rather do, Helen? Try to save Daria
from being crucified for saving your other daughter, or trying to crucify
Foster for the murder of Quinn Morgendorffer??
Helen choked once in a stunted sob and then regained
control of herself. She wiped a single tear away as
she pulled herself out of her sudden bout of self-pity. 揑 feel like my entire
world is crumbling around me, Marguerite, and I抦 just now coming to realize just
how little I know about my own children.?She shook her head, taking a deep
breath, and composed herself. 揟hank you for your help,?she said quietly as
she got up. 揑 should be getting back to Quinn.?
揙f course,?replied Marguerite, also getting up and
walking over to Helen and touching her hand. 揂nd I抦 looking into some sources
that Roger Fillman won抰 expect. I hope I find
something I can give you to use against him,?she said with sincerity, 揵ecause
not only will it help my career if he抯 out of my way, but I hate that bastard,
too.?
揟hank you,?said Helen, giving Marguerite a brief hug,
揻or everything.?
Marguerite squeezed Helen抯 arm. 揓ust be glad you still
have Quinn to go back to, Helen Morgendorffer.?o:p>
6.
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03/15/01, 12:23 P.M., Thursday
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As she had done for breakfast, Beth woke Daria up for lunch. Daria groaned
some and then reached for where she had put her glasses. She was glad they let
her keep them as she was practically blind without them. When she looked up
with her glasses on, she saw Beth standing in front of her holding her tray out
to her.
Daria mumbled her thanks and started eating without much thought. She
didn抰 think she would go back to sleep right after the way she had done after
breakfast. She wondered how much longer they were going to keep her here.
Didn抰 they have bigger pens somewhere with TV or something? She was going to miss Sick, Sad World.
揧ou were thrashing around in your sleep,?said Beth.
揌uh??asked Daria brightly.
Then she understood and just said, 揙h.?
揥hat were you dreaming about??
Daria tried to recall. She couldn抰 really remember. Quinn was in it,
and Jane. No Matthew or cops or jail or anything like that. In what little of
her dream she could recall, she did not think of where she now was or what had
just happened.
揑 don抰 remember enough,?said Daria.
揑 bet you were dreaming about shooting up your school,?said Beth.
揗aybe,?Daria replied.
揑t抯 so boring without a TV,?Beth said.
Daria grunted her sympathy.
揌ey, is there a place still called the Zen??
Daria nodded.
揙h, you抳e been there! I haven抰 been there in awhile.
What抯 going on there now??
揝ame ol?stuff as always. Bands
play, people get intoxicated and leave together to make decisions they抣l
regret the rest of the lives, and everything else that people do in any place
they go to.?
揑 hear that place has gotten kinda
rough lately. Is it??
Daria shook her head. 揘ot really.?
揂 lot of hot merchandise gets moved at places like that.
Well, not a lot, not in
Daria stared at her deadpan.
揘o, I bet you had a gun before you went to the Zen,
didn抰 you??Beth smiled conspiratorially at her. 揅抦on, anything ever
happened to you there??
Daria frowned. Obviously, someone knew something had happened at the
Zen, but they didn抰 know what happened. Beth was to find out for them. That抯
why she was in this cell without a TV. They hoped she would get so bored she抎
spill everything to Beth, who was either a cop or someone that would get
time-off for good behavior or something.
揙nce,?said Daria, 揵ut you抣l
need to show me your security clearance before I can tell you about how I
almost averted World War III.?
揂lmost??Beth blinked several times, and then frowned at Daria. 揥ell, I抎 rather hear about you shooting up your
school anyway,?said Beth. 揕ike, why did you do it??
揧ou mean besides the obvious reasons??
Beth seemed a little taken aback, and then she forced a
laugh. 揧eah, besides that.?
揑 was bored, and thought I would liven things up a bit.?
Beth frowned, and for a second she looked angry. And then
she tapped her right foot, whining, 揅an抰 you pleeeeaase
tell me what happened? I抦 so bored here that I think I抣l just start screaming
if SOMETHING doesn抰 entertain me soon!?
Daria sighed. Okay. But just to be on the safe side, she抎 get the
heavily edited script she was saving for everyone else. 換uinn dates a lot of
guys, and she started dating Matthew....?
揂nd you liked Matthew??
揘o,?said Daria with a little
emphasis. 揑 don抰 really like many of Quinn抯 boyfriends. But Quinn decided
she didn抰 want to date him anymore and dropped him. Matthew wouldn抰 accept
that. He said Quinn used him and discarded him. Then he would try to convince
her to take him back. Obviously, the guy was a nut case.?
Beth encouraged her by leaning toward her a bit.
揓ane and I happened to walk down the stairs of my house
when we heard him by the front door threatening to hurt Quinn, to show her she
couldn抰 just use guys like that. I picked up the phone and Jane told asked
Quinn if she wanted us to dail
9-1-1.?
揓ane? Who抯 Jane??
揂 friend. Or at least someone who will
talk to me. Anyway, Quinn said be ready if he didn抰 leave right away, and Matthew pushed past her coming towards me. I hit
the 9 and he threatened to break my fingers if I didn抰 stop. He said he could
do that before the police got there. Then we all heard a beep. We all saw Quinn
with a cell phone to her ear and she ran out the door, slamming it behind her.
Matthew turned to me and bluntly said, 慣he police can take me away, but they
can抰 keep me away. Remember that you,?yadda, yadda, yadda, and a bunch of
obscenities. Then he went out and grabbed Quinn. Quinn says he smashed her
phone while he says Quinn dropped it. Then he hit Quinn and left before the
cops showed up.?
揂nd they didn抰 go after him at all, did they??
揧eah, they did actually,?said Daria.
揟hey just didn抰 keep him. It抯 pretty much as he said, the police could take
him away, but they couldn抰 keep him away. What really bothered me was he was
surprised when we did what we did and was unsure about what to do. I knew he抎
have a plan the next time. And I heard rumors that he had a gun, and I started
researching stalker cases that really bothered me. And then my mom filed a
restraining order against him, and I had just read that such orders sometimes
cause stalkers to go postal. So I prepared. When Matthew showed up shooting at
Quinn, I shot him first. End of story, except for me being here. There were two
other people shot, but that was by Matthew, not by me.?
Beth shook her head a bit, seemingly fascinated. 揥ow,?she finally said. 揟hat sounds like you saved a life. Why did they arrest you
for??
揃ecause I had a gun in a so-called gun-free zone. I抦
being charged with his murder, too.?
揟hose assholes,?Beth murmured. 揃ut I hear you fired
three shots, and all hit vital spots. Where did you learn to
shoot??
揃eginner抯 luck. I read the instructions and I was careful.?
Beth showed annoyance for a second, saying, 揢h, hu,?in a way that said she didn抰 really believe that.
Then she put on a sad face and looked down. After a bit, she shyly said, ?span
class=SpellE>Daria.... there抯 this guy that beats me up sometimes, and
he has a gun, too. I want to leave him, but I抦 afraid. Could you pleeease tell me how I could get a gun around here without
everyone knowing about it? Please??
Daria抯 eyes hardened just a bit. Everyone wanted to know where she got
her gun. Was Beth telling the truth, or was she getting a special deal if she
found out for the police? Daria decided then that in
any case, where she got a gun wouldn抰 do her any good anyway, so she just
shook her head. 揝orry,?said Daria, 揵ut my source
would never deal with me again after my face has been all over the news. He抯
probably in
揅an抰 you help me at all??
揟here are plenty of places to get guns, especially for
someone your age.?
Beth shook her head. 揑抦 a convict, Daria.
I can抰.?
Daria wasn抰 too streetwise, but she knew there were still ways to
get a gun. Besides.... 揥hy don抰 you just leave??
揌e抎 track me down and kill
揘ot if you made sure the police found him while he had a
lot of drugs on him or in his vehicle.?
Beth leaned forward, looking at Daria
with what appeared to be real hope in her eyes. ?span class=SpellE>Daria,?she whispered, 搘ould you know of a source my boyfriend doesn抰 know about for
crystal? That would be even better than the gun.?
Daria抯 brows raised and she smiled. 揝ure, I抣l fix you right up. I
keep my crystal hidden in a box of baking soda. Cash
upfront.?/span>
Beth frowned. She obviously wasn抰 giving up, but she had
no reply to that. Daria wondered if she was just
being paranoid, or if the cops really were trying to set her up. And if they
were trying to set her up, was her instinctive distrust still paranoia? She
could definitely feel the hidden mines all around her just waiting for her to
make one small misstep.
Daria entertained Beth with other things,
and Beth shared a little about her own screwed up life. One that came down to
asking Daria for help in getting away from him, and
if only she had a gun....
The door was suddenly being opened. Sergeant Lanny was there, one hand on one hip, one on the door. ?span
class=SpellE>Daria Morgendorffer,?she simply
said.
Daria got up, and followed her out without a word. She was almost
pathetically grateful when the cuffs didn抰 go back on. She was escorted to a
bright room on the second story, even with a large window she could see outside
into
A young woman sitting at a desk smiled warmly at Daria. She had short blonde hair that looked both easy to
care for and stylish. She got up and walked professionally and competently up
to Daria, extending her hand.
揗s. Morgendorffer??said the
woman in a voice that sounded concerned, 揑抦 Ms. Palmer, a lawyer who is very
interested in your case.?
Daria extended her own hand and felt Ms. Palmer shake firmly. She
never lost her smile. Daria raised a brow. 揂ren抰
you a little young to be a lawyer??
Ms. Palmer laughed, 揂ren抰 you a little young to know how
to get on my good side??She waved at a chair in front of the desk she had been
sitting at. 揚lease, Daria, sit down and we抣l talk
about your case.?
Daria walked over and sat down. Ms. Palmer chatted about how far
feminism had come and how far it had to go. Stalkers were a menace to women
everywhere. Daria let it go in one ear and out there
other before asking, 揥hy isn抰 my mom here??
揝he will be here soon, Daria,
but she抯 still working on preparing a good defense, and that抯 something
you抮e really going to need.?
揧ou don抰 have to sound so cheerful about it,?muttered Daria.
揙h, the challenge of it is exciting, Daria!
Challenge is a spice that makes victory taste that much sweeter!?
When Daria just stared at her
silently, Ms. Palmer lost a little of her smile, a little nervous. She took a
drink of her coffee before smiling again, saying, ?/span>Calm
down, Daria. We can all be friends here. I just
wanted to ask you a little about the case, if that抯 all right with you??
Daria just stared, but her expression said it might be... and it
might not be.
Ms. Palmer cleared her throat. 揘ow Daria,?she began as she opened up a file and started looking at some papers within.
揥here did you get the gun??
Daria crossed her arms.
?span class=SpellE>Daria,?Ms. Palmer said in a
quiet, concerned voice, 搃t抯 possible that some of these charges can be levied
at the one who armed you in the first place instead of yourself. Don抰 you want
that??
Daria said, 揝orry, but that is information that I can抰 give out.?
揥ill you tell the judge that, Daria??Ms. Palmer looked at Daria meaningfully. 揇o you know
what contempt of court is??
揊ine,?said Daria, 揑抣l make
something up.?
Ms. Palmer cleared her throat again. 揑 did not hear
that.?She shuffled through some more papers. 揙kay, let抯 get on with what you
are willing to tell me at this time. You believed Matthew to be a threat??
Daria began talking, sharing everything she had told her cell mate
Beth, and nothing more. She was glad now that she had a chance to rehearse it
because Ms. Palmer knew how to ask unexpected questions in such a way that Daria抯 natural reaction was to give answers before she
thought about it. It was a little unnerving.
Finally, Daria said, 揕ook, if
you don抰 mind, I抎 like to talk to Mom now. Can you call her for me??
揧our mom is busy, Daria,?said
Ms. Palmer, losing a bit of her warmth. 揝he抣l be along when she can.
Meanwhile, I抦 supposed to get some information to make this case go smoother.
Please help me, okay??
When Daria didn抰 respond, she
took another drink and then opened another file. 揧ou抮e a good student, Daria,?she said sounding pleased, 揑 like that. And you抮e
smart, too. How much planning went into 慴eing prepared??
揘one. I got a gun just in case, and that was it.?
揌ow did you get it past the metal detectors??
揑 left it in my bag outside the craft building and went
around, opened the door and got it.?
?span class=SpellE>Daria,?said Ms. Palmer, 揓ane
Lane told us she went in while you waited outside. Being something of an
artistically created student, she was able to get into the craft shop with
little suspicion. She then let you in, knowing you had a gun under your shirt.
She did this for the day before the shooting and for the day of the shooting.?
Daria stared wide-eyed. That was what actually happened. Had
Ms. Palmer smiled at Daria with
warmth. ?st2:Street w:st="on">
揘o, she did not say that,?said Daria
in a frosty tone, 搒he was letting me in because I asked her to, without her
knowing why. I told her it was an experiment to see how long before Ms. Li
caught on. It can be fun to play with Ms. Li抯 paranoid little head, and I said
if she was good enough not to be caught all week, I抎 even pay her $20, but
she抎 have to pay me if she was caught.?
揚lease, Daria, don抰 lie to me.
Why would you come up with such an unlikely scheme, and why would Jane go along
with it??Ms. Palmer was tapping a paper with a pen as she leaned forward a bit
to hear Daria抯 answer.
Daria fumed at Ms. Palmer telling her not to lie! In a frosty voice,
she replied, 揑 secretly figured that if Matthew didn抰 show up that week
intending harm, then Matthew was bluffing and I could stop bringing the gun to
school. But Jane thought we were just playing a head game
while contesting a wager. I have no idea where you came up with what you
claim Jane said, but I know you抮e lying, because that statement you said Jane
made is not true. That抯 all I have to say, except this interview is over.?
?span class=SpellE>Daria,?said Ms. Palmer,
looking wounded, 揚lease. I抦 trying to help you and your friend. You have both
been the victim of a horrible crime, just as much as Quinn Morgendorffer
was, and yet you two are being treated as the criminals. Help me to help you.?
Daria looked away. 揑 want to talk to Mom.?
Ms. Palmer sighed. 揙kay, Daria.
Are you sure you抮e willing to abandon Jane? She won抰 be happy to hear you
contradicted her story.?When Daria said nothing, she
pushed a button that made a slight buzz that Daria
could hear.
Soon, Sergeant Lanny came back
in. 揧ou done??she asked gruffly.
揧es, we抮e done for now,?said Ms. Palmer all business
like.
揅an抰 I at least call my mom??asked Daria.
揧our mother is too busy,?said Ms. Palmer, now sounding
like a glacier.
Daria left, feeling alone. Was Ms. Palmer really on her team? How did
she know about Jane抯 part in this? But there was no plan to get Matthew first,
so where had that come from? Daria抯 eyes narrowed.
Daria suddenly stopped, causing Sergeant Lanny
to bump into her. She started walking again. The camera! It caught Jane coming
into the school alone, going to the craft shop and coming out with Daria beside her. There was no cam in the shop itself. The
investigators had watched the footage and made a reasonable guess over what
happened. She remembered the cam now, but had forgotten it after she and Jane
had figured out how to sneak her gun into school.
Daria grew angry at how she had nearly betrayed her friend, but also
felt relief in that she hadn抰. Ms. Palmer was another minefield. Paranoia
would be her policy now. But would that ploy work on Jane?
She stopped again. 揝ergeant Lanny??
揥hat??
揑 haven抰 had my phone call yet. I抎 like to make my call
now.?
揑 can send someone to get you,?she said. But it wasn抰
firm. She was just being lazy.
揚lease,?said Daria. 揗y mom抯 my real lawyer and I need to talk to her
right now. It抯 urgent.?
Sergeant Lanny sighed
theatrically. 揊ine, come back this way.?
She soon came to a pay phone. Was she supposed to call
collect? She looked at Sergeant Lanny, who sighed
again and pulled out some change to put in the phone. She called home, hoping
someone would be home. She braced herself for Quinn.
Helen抯 voice came on that told Daria
it was the answering machine. Damn. After it beeped, Daria
said, 揗om! Mom, please be there! This is very important. You have to speak to
me and get Jane out as soon as possible, or at least get a message to her.
Please! Won抰 someone pick up? I need you NOW. Please.....?
揌ello? Daria??/span> It was Dad.
揇ad??asked Daria with
trembling relief, 揅an I speak with Mom, please? Even if you have to link us.?
?span class=SpellE>Daria? Daria!?
Helen is trying to bust you out right now! We won抰 let them put you away, it抯
us against the world, kiddo!?
揟hanks,?said Daria, 揗ay I
speak to Mom, please??
揝ure! And Daria, don抰 SAY
anything to anyone until Helen gets there!?
揜ight, Dad.?She didn抰 ask for Mom again, because there
was another beep and Helen was on the line.
揑 got it, Jake,?said Helen.
揋ood talking to you, kiddo,?said Jake.
揑 feel the same,?said Daria.
?span class=SpellE>Daria, I抦 so sorry! If you
knew how many people are calling, you抎 know why we抮e screening our calls now.
Every Tom, Dick, Harry, Mary, Jane, Sue want me to tell them something they
don抰 know, which is a lot! Anyway, how are you??asked Helen. She seemed
happy, if extremely frazzled, to hear from her.
Daria took a couple of seconds to get her thoughts back together.
揘ot good, Mom,?she said. 揑 know how you feel with everyone hammering away at
you, but it抯 even worse here. They抮e trying everything to get me to talk
about things I didn抰 do, and things I just shouldn抰 be talking about at all.
They just tried to....?
?span class=SpellE>Daria!?shouted Helen, 搕heir
phones are monitored! More than one person was convicted for discussing a crime
over their pay phones, so don抰 say anything that can be used against you in a
court of law!?
揜ight, Mom.?Daria grimaced.
She hadn抰 even thought of that. Still, it抯 not like she would say anything
with Sergeant Lanny right beside her. 揂nyway, I抦
afraid they might try tricking Jane, and she might not figure out they抮e
trying to entrap her before it抯 too late.?When there was silence, Daria continued, 揢nless you really did hire a Ms. Palmer
to work on our case??
揥HAT!??
Daria pulled the phone away from her ear, that shriek was so loud.
She put the phone next to her again. 揗om, please don抰 do that again. I now
only have one ear left.?
揙h, god, Daria, you didn抰 say
anything to her, did you??
揢m,?said Daria briefly
recalling what she did say, 揘othing that should incriminate me anyway. She
tried to get me to tell lies about Jane, and I knew then she was lying.?
揋od, Daria, she抯 part of Roger
Fillman抯 staff!?
揥ho??The name sounded familiar.
揟he city attorney. He抯 the one prosecuting you, and he plans to crucify you, Daria.?
揥ell is it legal to say she抯 my defense attorney??
揝he said that??asked Helen in a tone of disbelief.
Daria thought a moment. 揢m... no, actually.
She just led me to believe she was helping you with my defense. But she never
said she was.?
揟hat bitch!?muttered Helen bitterly. 揟hey抮e trying to
get you and Jane to turn against each other. Right now they don抰 have enough
on you to make this a sweet enough victory. They need you and Jane to tear each
other a part, volunteer information, even lie about
each other just to hurt each other. And then they have you both as sacrifices
for Fillman抯 future campaign.?
揈xcuse me??asked Daria. She
was following this until that last line.
?span class=SpellE>Fillman. He plans to crucify you just to make a play at becoming the
next mayor of
Daria felt her lip tremble a little. 揥hy? Am I that hated that crucifying
me will win someone the election? I mean I know what I did and all, but lives
were in danger, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. I did the only
thing I thought I could do, which was merely a precaution. It was only for a
few days. Another day or two and I would抳e stopped bringing the gun.?
?span class=GramE>It抯 okay,?said Helen sounding
furious and compassionate at the same time. ?span class=SpellE>Daria,
please understand, this is beyond you. There are several factions that plan to
use you to challenge or uphold certain laws.?
Daria grunted in obvious distress, 揧ou understand, Mom, and anyone
listening in on this call. I抦 a person, not a rope to be yanked around like
this for the advancement of career and wealth. This strikes me as evil.?
揚retty much,?said Helen.?And it gets worse. Fillman has exchanged favors with nearly all the detectives
at that station, and has their support. No doubt he promised them a huge budget
if he became mayor, too. Which would....?
Helen paused, and Daria sensed
Helen thought better of talking about that now. 揕ook, honey, I抣l explain this
later. You do have friends and you do have help. You抮e not alone and we will
get through this. I will get you out as soon as I can, but you are not to talk
to Ms. Palmer.?
揑 know that,?gritted out Daria,
揵ut does JANE know that??
Daria could sense the light flickering with her mom as she heard the
sudden intake of breath.
?span class=SpellE>Daria,?said Helen quickly, 揑
need to call someone right away. I抣l be there to get you as soon as I can. Thank
you for calling me with this information. I love you.?The phone clicked.
Daria slowly put the phone back in its cradle, feeling alone again.
She tried to make herself feel better by imagining how she could use all this
in a future Melody Powers story, but she desperately wanted her mom to come get
her and Jane out before either one of them finally stepped wrong, allowing the
State to chew them up without mercy, just so people could advance their
political careers.
She was starting to think of the world like that 揺vil
universe?in that Star Trek video, 揗irror, Mirror.?Only no one admitted that
people advanced themselves by destroying others. They pretended it was all
about justice and the right winning over all. So in this universe, there was
hypocrisy added in with all the other evils.
She barely noticed when she was back in her cell with
Beth. She lay down, hoping that her mom would get her out soon. She couldn抰
even fake a smile when she looked at Beth.
揟hat bad, huh??asked Beth.
揟hat bad,?affirmed Daria. She
briefly wished she hadn抰 brought the gun, had allowed Matthew to kill Quinn,
and then Matthew would be here now. He deserved this. And then the sheer guilt
of such a thought as wishing Quinn dead so she wouldn抰 be here cut her and she
started sobbing.
Beth came up to her and held her, telling her it was going
to be okay.
When Daria forced herself to
calm down a bit so that she could distance herself from the unwanted contact,
Beth asked, 揥hat did you tell them??
揝ame as I told you,?said Daria
in a wavering voice.
揇id you tell ?span class=SpellE>em where you got
the gun??
揘o,?Daria replied, her eyes
going hard but looking away from Beth at that moment.
揗an, I抦 dying with curiosity where a kid like you got a
gun. I bet your mom got it for you in secret, didn抰 she??
Daria forced out a laugh. 揑抦 going to lie down for awhile. Wake me
when my mom gets here to bail me out.?
揚lease, Daria, it抯 so boring
here without a TV! Tell me SOMETHING that no one else knows!?
Daria turned back to Beth, a little calmer. 揚romise not to tell
anyone??
揑 promise!?said Beth, sounding sincere.
揂sh got it for me at S-Mart.?
揂sh??
揂 guy I met at the local Lackluster Video.?
揙h. How did he get you a gun? Did he know what you were
going to do??
Daria sighed. 揧ou better not tell anyone else what I抦 about to tell
you.?
揑 already promised you I wouldn抰!?
揂ll right then. When I told him about Matthew, he got me
a gun since he works Sporting Goods instead of Housewares
now. He told me a gun helped him out in a few bad situations of his own and
gave it to
揂nd he works at S-Mart,?said Beth distractedly. She
shook her head. 揑 don抰 think I抳e heard of it.?
揝hop smart,?said Daria. 揝hop
S-Mart.?
揙h, yeah,?said Beth, not sounding sure, 揑 think I have
heard of it. Wow. Thanks for sharing. I won抰 tell anyone! You get some rest
now, okay??
Daria stared at her a moment longer. 揙kay. Just so
long as I can trust you.?/span>
Beth and Daria exchanged
secretive smiles, and then Daria turned over and let
herself go back to sleep.
7.
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03/15/01, 3:22 P.M., Thursday
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Helen walked in the door, grateful for the curious lack of
reporters outside. Maybe she抎 allow herself a glass of something.... soothing.
But first, she needed to talk to Quinn.
揌elen!?shouted Jake running down the stairs, 揥e gotta bust our girl out of jail! No telling what horrible
things they抮e doing to her right now!?
揅alm down, Jake!?Helen was yelling that a lot lately.
揟hey抮e not doing anything to her.?
揟hat抯 easy for you to say!?shouted Jake. 揌ave you ever
seen Vixens in Chains? That was based on a true story!?
揤ixens in Chains??asked Helen mystified. 揥hen did you
see Vixens in Chains? And what was it about? And what was it rated??
Jake suddenly looked as if he were a rabbit staring in
some approaching headlights. 揢m, I don抰 recall,?said Jake in a quiet voice.
Then he raised his voice again, 揃ut we抳e got to get her out before she抯 in
there for too long! We don抰 want our Daria to become
any more hardened than she already is!?
揓ake!?shouted Helen, 揅alm down! She抯 coming home
tomorrow, as soon as we get through the bond hearing.?
揃ut the police are all corrupt, and force people to
confess to crimes they didn抰 commit!?
揓ake,?said Helen with much exasperation, 揟hey抮e not
all corrupt, only most of them. They don抰 torture anyone to confess, they
trick people with little money, protection, or intelligence into making things
up or seeming to admit to things without realizing what they are saying. Daria is too smart for that, and there are too many eyes on
her, and we have enough money and legal power that they won抰 try anything
outrageous with her at all. If they抮e smart, they will mind their p抯 and q抯 and dot all their i抯
in triplicate.?
揙h, that抯 a relief,?said Jake, 搕hey抮e too smart to do
anything illegal to Daria.?
Helen bit her lip. Best not to tell him that wasn抰
necessarily true. Besides, part of Helen actually hoped to be able to prove
something just illegal enough to get the entire case thrown out of court. If
she believed in God, she would pray for it.
揑 think I抣l go take another valium,?said Jake casually
as he headed back upstairs.
揧ou do that,?said Helen. She抎 have to watch him to make
sure he didn抰 take too many or start drinking, too. But she had too much to do
right now. She抎 deal with Jake later. Maybe have him committed before he drove
her into a nervous breakdown.
She went up the stairs and checked on Jake before going to
Quinn抯 door and putting her ear on it. She could make out that Quinn was
actually crying softly in there. She braced herself to be strong and knocked on
the door.
揥hat??said Quinn.
Helen opened the door. She looked around in
surprise--Quinn had her room spotless, orderly, and clean. She抎 say something,
but there was something more important to talk about right now.
換uinn,?said Helen calmly and gently, 搘e need to talk about
something very important.?She braced herself. The last time she said that,
Quinn went on about charges to her credit card she hadn抰 known about yet and
to this day she couldn抰 recall what she had actually meant to talk to Quinn
about.
Quinn, lying on her bed hugging her stuffed dino, turned to face Helen and blinked at her through wet
eyes.
換uinn,?said Helen crossing her arms, 搘here did Daria get the gun??
揑... I don抰 know,?said Quinn. Helen didn抰 have a clue
if she were telling the truth or not.
換uinn,?said Helen calmly, sitting on the bed, 搕he
police are going to find out. I need to know before they do so I can do all the
damage control I can before Daria is hurt even more.?
Quinn looked at Helen with such sadness that Helen bent
down hugged her without even thinking about it. 揑t will be okay, Quinn. We抮e
going to get through this.?
揑 really don抰 know where Daria
got her gun,?said Quinn casually, 搚ou could ask those hoodies
she hangs out with at the Zen.?
揟he what??She meant that simultaneously for whatever the
name of that place was again and for what hoodlums Daria
hung around. Helen, sitting back up, was staring down at Quinn in shock. Was it
really possible her girls had drifted so far from her that they were both involved
in gangs and drugs without her having a clue?
揟he Zen,?said Quinn more firmly.
揥hen??
揨en.?
揑 mean when was this??
揙h.?/span> Quinn scrunched
up her face in concentration. 揙h, yeah. First Friday
of March.?
揂nd what was Daria doing at The
Zen??
?span class=SpellE>Daria and some hoodies saved me and made Matthew go away. But I don抰 know
who they are. When I asked, Daria just smiled and
said she抎 have to kill me if she told
揑抦 sure she was just kidding,?said Helen, desperate to
believe that. I hope by hoodies, she means
sweaters!, but knew that Quinn did not. What she couldn't get over was how
child-like Quinn was acting. She was used to immature, but this was to the
point of age regression. Helen couldn't help but be afraid for her daughter.
揧eah,?said Quinn, 揑 think so, too. But Daria has such a... a face! You can抰 really tell with her.
And they were bigger and older than Matthew.?
揥hat did these, uh, hoodies
look like??
揋rungy, tattooed, and a fashion sense as razor as Daria抯.?Quinn抯 tone was only a little sarcastic there.
揥hat was Daria doing with these
hoodies? Do you know??Helen was getting a bit
panicked as she feared for Daria and whatever truth
she might find.
揟hey seemed to be protecting her, and doing what she said.?
Helen narrowed her eyes. 揧ou抮e having fun with me,
aren抰 you Quinn??She was going to be really annoyed if Quinn was, but she
still hoped Quinn would break out in giggles or something.
Quinn looked at her with solemn eyes and shook her head
no.
Helen closed her eyes for a moment and ran her hands over
her face. 揥ere they involved in drugs in any way??
Quinn scrunched her face in thought. 揑 don抰 know. They
seemed to know where they were and all. Well, sorta.
The one with long hair seemed kinda out of it. But I
don抰 keep up with Daria抯 friends. They just saved
me from Matthew is all.?Her face brightened a little.
揙h, yeah! They were in a band of some kind, because
they had a bunch of instruments in the back of their van.?
揙h, Quinn, you didn抰 get into a van with them!??Helen抯
mouth was actually hanging open.
揟hey gave me a ride home, Mom,?said Quinn defensively.
揃esides, Daria and Jane weren抰 scared of them.?
Helen gasped. 揓ane was with them??Then she remembered Daria spent the night at Jane抯 the last two Fridays and
Saturdays.
揥ell, yeah,?said Quinn as if that went without saying,
揇oes Daria ever leave the house for any reason other
than to be with Jane??Quinn sniffled. 揂nd school,?she added as an
afterthought.
Helen was reaching her limit. 揙kay, Quinn, what I want
you to do is tell me why you were in this place, what you know of Daria being there, and what happened. From
the beginning. Okay??
Quinn looked at her a little frightened. 揇o I have to??she asked, like a little girl.
Helen frowned a little at that voice, getting worried by
it but too focused to get distracted by it. 揧es, Quinn Morgendorffer,
you must!?There, now Helen spoke to Quinn as if she were a little girl.
Quinn began crying again. Helen put an arm around her and
told her, 揑t will be okay, Quinn. But I need to know what happened before it
blows up in all our faces.?
In a voice that sounded like Quinn was 12 rather than 16,
she said, 揑 was trying to break it off with Matthew, but he wasn抰 letting me
break it off.?
揥hy did you want to break it off with him??asked Helen.
揗o-oom! This is about Daria!?
揑t抯 about Daria, Jane, you,
Matthew, and these hoodies. Why did you want to break
up with him??
Quinn stared at Helen a moment. Then she looked down.
揃ecause we had dated way too long.?
換uinn,?said Helen warningly, 揑 want the truth. All of
it.?
揑 am telling the truth!?cried Quinn, 搘hy won抰 you
believe me??
換uinn,?said Helen, 搕here are several detectives and
investigators who are looking into what happened. If I am to protect you, I
need to know now what they will soon know themselves.?When Quinn gazed at her
with fear, Helen said in a gentler voice, 揚lease Quinn, help me to protect
you. It抯 a nasty world out there. I don抰 care what you did. What I care about
right now, more than anything else, is protecting my family as best as I can.?She kissed Quinn抯 forehead.
揚romise not to ground me??
Helen choked a bit at that, and fought two reactions at
once: One, to break into a fit of laughter, and the other to leap on Quinn and
yell at her to talk. Finally, she calmly said, 揑 promise.?
揥ell,?said Quinn, 揝andi had lost 7 pounds on phen phen and she weighed less
than me, so Matthew gave me some pills that he promised would help me lose even
more weight even faster and...?at this point, Quinn saw Helen抯 face and she
put her head forward as she declared, 揗o-oom! I
can抰 tell you what happened when you抮e looking at me like that!?
Helen swallowed. With every bit of self-control she had,
she did not start screaming. She swallowed again, took in a shaking breath and
asked, 揧ou took some strange pills so you could lose weight??The last word
was actually hissed more than spoken.
Quinn crossed her arms. 揑f I抦 grounded, I don抰 say
another word!?
揧ou抮e not grounded,?said Helen. Yet.
揑抦 just trying to comprehend why you and Sandi are competing at who weighs
less than the other..... well, never mind. That抯 not
important,?she said, thinking For Now. 揝o Matthew gave you these pills
to lose weight??
揧es,?said Quinn cautiously. 揙nly I couldn抰 sleep on
them and I had to go to the bathroom all the time, so I stopped taking them.?
Helen realized her hands were clenched into fists against
the bed and she unclenched them. There, she told herself, it抯 not so bad.
揟hen what happened??she asked sweetly.
Well, I thought the pills were gifts, you know the way
guys are suppose to buy me stuff and all. He got me a bunch of nice clothes at Cashman抯, though I had to wear that skimpy suit at the
cabin he got for me from Frederick抯 as it was a Valentine抯 weekend and... Mo-oom! Stop making that face!?
揝orry, Quinn,?Helen said sweetly as she composed
herself, again. 揟ell me everything. I can take it.?The last was to herself
more than to Quinn.
揥ell, anyway, Matthew wanted me to hold a package for
him. He told me not to open it. I抦 like yeah, right, only I didn抰 tell him
that. I just took it and told him I抎 put it under my bed where no one could
find it. But when I got home, I looked, and it was a bunch more of those pills,
plus a bag full of marijuana, and some white stuff that I wasn抰 sure what it
was.?
Helen felt her heart stop for a moment, and then resume
beating. 揇rugs,?she stated.
揧eah, pretty much,?said Quinn. 揂nyway, I told him I
didn抰 want to hold his stupid drugs for him cause I抎
get really grounded if you found out and he said he was expecting to be busted
soon and he needed to have them somewhere where they wouldn抰 think to look,
and if they thought to look there they wouldn抰 dare. He said you being a
lawyer and all, they would think twice before they did anything.?
揑... see,?said Helen, fighting to keep her composure.
揧ou had all these drugs under your bed, when??
揟he week after we got back from the cabin,?said Quinn.
揂nd you were able to recognize the marijuana how
exactly??
揃y it抯 smell, feel, texture,
what else??
Helen tried again. 揌ow did you learn what marijuana
smells like??
揟here was some at a party. It抯 kind of hard to miss,
once you know,?she said cautiously.
揧ou didn抰 try any, did you??
揥ill I get grounded if I say yes??
揟hat answers my question,?mumbled Helen. 揘o, you won抰
be grounded just for answering a single question. Now how
many times have you tried it??
揙h, only that once. I didn抰 really like it, it made me hungry and I抦
scared I抣l get fat. But everyone was doing it, and even though I was scared,
Sandi said we had to be overcome our fears and do the popular thing, and so we
did.?
揢h huh,?said Helen. 揑 see. Have you done any other
drugs??
揘o,?said Quinn, 搉othing illegal anyway. Just what you
give me, and maybe an aspirin on my worst days.?
揙k, then,?said Helen relieved. It could抳e been much
worse.. 揥as there a gun in this stash??
Quinn shook her head. 揘o, just the
drugs. There was a spoon, a spatula, a couple of thin razors like the
kind that Ms. Barch tried to get me to cut up frogs
with, one razor blade in a sheath, some of the tiniest zip lock bags I ever
saw, and some little glass tubes, too. Oh, and some empty pen tubes. You know,
they抮e like pens, only the ink part that you write with was taken out. I
couldn抰 figure that out, it was so weird.?
揙h,?said Helen. 揝o what did you tell Matthew about the
stash??
揑 said I didn抰 want to hold them for him and he had to
take them back and he kept saying that I only needed to keep it a little
longer, and I said no, and he said I owed him for the pills he gave me and that
he couldn抰 take them, and if forced he抎 say the drugs were mine and turn me
in and you all would lose the entire house and stuff.?
Helen抯 hands clenched into fists again and she unclenched
them. 揝o you kept them without telling me, right??
揚retty much,?said Quinn. 揌e said he was going to buy me
a bunch of more stuff after a week or so of my holding them. Which
he did. He got pulled over a couple of days later and they didn抰 find
anything, or so he said. They even searched his home. They had to let him go
with his mom threatening to sue them. Then he took the package back.?
揝o did he buy you... stuff??Helen was beginning to keep
her composure with less effort. She didn抰 know if that was a good or bad sign.
揧eah,?said Quinn, 揑 even changed my mind about breaking
up with him because of it, but then he did something no guy should EVER do!?Quinn quivered in outrage.
Helen lost her composure and her mouth dropped open. 揥hat
was that??asked Helen.
揌e said I demanded too much and now I had to pay him
back! Ooooo! The NERVE of him! I broke up with him
then and there!?
揢h, huh,?said Helen swallowing hard after that. 揙kay,
then what happened??
揌e said that the pills I took were in my system and could
be detected by certain tests, and he抎 report me and the police would find I
took the drugs and I抎 be tested for them. And that he抎 put some pills in my
locker and tell Miss Li he saw me with the pills earlier so she抎 find them if
I didn抰 give him money, which he said I owed him.?
Helen breathed in and out carefully. 揙kay, Quinn, how did
you think you were going to get out of this??
揥ell, I gave him what I had at the time and promised him
more later,?she said, 揳nd then I went to Daria for
help.?
揧ou went to Daria,?repeated
Helen. 揥hy Daria??
揃ecause Daria is smart, and
while she pretends not to like me and all, I know I can go to her if I抦 in
trouble. I mean I do have to pay her and stuff, but she doesn抰 make me pay the
way Matthew was doing. She only makes me pay when I need help, and that抯 it.?
揑 see,?said Helen, 揷an抰 you come to me, too? I抦 free,
you know.?
揥ell, yeah, and I would, except I thought you would
ground me.?
Helen had no response for that. 揝o what did Daria say to do??
揝he told me that what he could do to me, I could do to
him, and I said I didn抰 buy him stuff to make him pay me for it. Then she said
no, he could be made to get into trouble for drugs, and I said I don抰 have
any, and then she asked me what my excuse was for going with him and then I
said if that抯 all the help you抮e going to be I抣l take my money back and she
said no, bring him to the Zen on Friday night, and she抎 find a way to get rid
of him, but don抰 let him know that抯 why I want him to take me to the Zen, and
that I should go along with what she said and act as if she抯 dangerous, as if
that were hard to remember.?
揙kay,?said Helen trying not to scream, 搒o you went to
the Zen with Matthew??
揗m-hm,?nodded Quinn.
揂nd then what happened??
揑t turned out he knew the place, and he was surprised I
wanted to go. But he took
揂nd??
?span class=SpellE>Daria acted like a total freak,
that抯 what! She and Jane came up and were acting like I had to be at home, and
do you know what Dad will do if he catches you with him, and she asked Matthew
if he ever heard of a shotgun wedding.?
揓ake is a little crazy, but would he believe what Daria was telling him??
揙h, yeah,?said Quinn, 揗atthew抯 just seen enough of Dad
to say he thought the guy needed a long rest somewhere, and Daria
did seem to be freaking him out.?Then she frowned.
揥hat??
揌e got mad at Daria and Jane
and called them dykes, which might be true, but it wasn抰 a nice thing to say.?
?span class=SpellE>Daria and Jane are dykes!??
揗o-oom! I said it wasn抰 a nice
thing to say!?
揟hat was a question, Quinn.?
揙h. Um, no, I don抰 think so, but you never know. It
would explain a lot.?She shrugged.
Helen抯 hands clenched into fists again and then relaxed
as she let out a breath she had been holding. 揓ust tell me what happened next,
Quinn.?
揙h, ok. Well, Jane said it took one to know one and he
pushed her down, and she jumped back up and he slapped at her, and then there
was this yell, and the hoodies showed up and Matthew
backed off trying to tell them it was okay, and Daria
said it wasn抰 okay, she hated him and never, ever wanted to see him again
around me or even talking to me or her henchmen would cut him into little
pieces and feed him to their animals, and then Matthew said what we did wasn抰
her business and he grabbed my wrist and....?Quinn broke off as if amazed by
something.
揂nd what, Quinn??/span> Helen leaned forward, because by the look on her face, she knew
this was important. To herself anyway, Helen thought as she sighed.
?span class=SpellE>Daria reached for him, and he
pulled his gun out and pointed it in Daria抯 face.?
揥HAT!??
揗o-oom, don抰 shout or I won抰
finish telling you what happened!?
Helen took several deep breaths and then smiled weakly at
Quinn. 揝orry about that,?she said. 揝o Matthew pointed a
gun at Daria. Was it the same gun he used at
the school??
揧es,?said Quinn, 揵ut it was different because he didn抰
shoot it at anyone. I don抰 know why, but I didn抰 even think of it as the same
gun until now. I hadn抰 forgotten it, it was just different.?
換uinn,?said Helen, 揥hat happened next??She hoped there
wasn抰 a shoot-out like the informant said, but Daria抯
odd actions of late were just starting to finally make sense.
Quinn narrowed her eyes a bit as she continued, 揥ell, I
was staring at Daria then anyway, because her face
was so weird. It was the first time in my life I ever saw Daria
so scared, so off guard. Jane was telling Matthew to calm down and I could tell
Jane was scared, too, but I couldn抰 take my eyes off of Daria,
she just kept staring wide-eyed into Matthew抯 gun. I finally realized Daria did not know what to do, she
was as clueless as everyone else! And for some reason, that scared me more than
the gun Matthew was pointing in her face, from about a foot away.?
Quinn looked up at Helen and saw Helen抯 face frozen into
something of a smile, but it didn抰 look right for some reason. Her face was
way too red, too. Helen made a 搘ait a minute?motion with her hand and left.
She heard the front door open and close. And she waited. And
waited. And waited. After awhile, Quinn put on
some music to listen to while she laid back down on
her bed. She felt pretty sure Mom would be back eventually.
Eventually, she noticed Helen standing in the door. 揂re
you back??
揧es, Quinn, I抦 back,?she said, as she came and sat down
beside her. She took a breath. 揝o Matthew was pointing a gun in Daria抯 face??Her voice only wavered a little and didn抰
sound as hoarse as she thought it would.
揢h, hu, and Daria
was scared. And I couldn抰 do anything because I couldn抰 stop staring at Daria抯 face that had turned so strange to me.?
揝o what happened??
揙ne of the tall hoodies, Jane抯
brother, slowly walked in front of Daria and stood
there, and I couldn抰 see Daria抯 face anymore.
Jane抯 brother told him to leave while he still could as if Matthew wasn抰
holding a gun at all. The other hoodies were nearby,
and I think that if Matthew shot anyone, they were going to rush him, but I抦
not sure.?
揓ane抯 brother was one of these hoodies??
揧es. The one who stayed here with Jane and stayed out
real late the same way I did and you cared more about him staying out than me.?
揙kay, yes, I know who you抮e talking about. Jane抯
brother. That makes perfect sense. So Matthew was holding a
gun at Jane抯 brother who was standing in front of Daria.?/span>
Quinn nodded. 揂nd then I noticed how quiet it was. I mean
it was real quiet. It was so quiet that we could all easily hear a bunch of
cars and motorcycles outside starting up and leaving. But then I saw that other
people inside who had guns. One had a big one like Matthew抯, and another guy
who I think worked there had something that looked like a short rifle. And
another hoodie had a smaller gun in his hand. I could
see this because most of the other people had backed away, going out the doors,
or gotten real low, except for the ones with guns.?
揂nd??
揗atthew started looking around, and said, everything was
cool, he was just leaving, and the people had tried to stop him from leaving
with his girl. And I said I wasn抰 his girl and ripped my arm out of his hand
and ran behind Daria抯 friends. Everything got even more quiet and then Matthew ran with his gun still in his
hand. He made it outside, and then we heard another car roar into life and peel
out of there. The guy with the short rifle looked outside and said he thought
he was gone. And then everybody else started leaving, too, and I got in the van
with Daria抯 friends.?
揂nd you went to Jane抯??
揘o,?said Quinn, 揑 wanted to go home, so they brought me
home. But Daria asked me a bunch of questions about
him. She cried, too, once we were in the van. I haven抰 seen her cry in a long
time. Jane cried, too. So did
換uinn,?groaned Helen, 搘hy didn抰 you tell me when this
happened? I could have done something.?
Quinn shrugged. ?span class=SpellE>Daria thought I
should tell you, and I said there were reasons that might not be a good idea,
and besides, he was gone, right? And one of the hoodies
were worried that if the police found out, they might
be blamed for threatening him, especially since Daria
had me lead him out there. Oh, and they were adults and Matthew was a kid. And
that maybe they抎 do something about the Matthew problem themselves, if he even
so much as glared at us, but Daria said something
about trying to get him busted for his drugs, if that was possible, but her
friends said that could get her killed by Matthew or by someone he knows.
That抯 what they said.?
Helen gritted her teeth and reminded herself that Quinn
was a child that had just endured a traumatic experience. She decided to just
stick to getting facts for now. 換uinn, this is very important! Did ANY of them
show a gun to you at any time??
Quinn shook her head.
揂nd no shots were fired??
Quinn shook her head again.
揂nd to the best of your knowledge, Daria
has never had a gun until yesterday??
Quinn nodded.
Helen took long, slow breaths. She finally had found a
little good news. She抎 known that the story of Daria
being in a gun battle at the Zen couldn抰 have been true, just like the other
ridiculous stuff said about her! And the story had grown so much that evidence
would paint the informant as a liar. Now she had to figure out whether or not
to use the information Quinn gave her herself.
揔eep going,?Helen said, actually feeling just a tiny bit
better. Just as long as you don抰 tell me you抮e carrying Matthew抯 baby,
Helen silently said with a sudden frown.
揢m, yeah. Daria and I talked about it on
Sunday, and then Matthew didn抰 show up for school at all next week, so we
thought maybe he took a vacation to make sure no one was after him. Jane抯
brother picked me, Jane, and Daria up from school in
a car and drove us home on Monday, but that caused some problems with the
Fashion Club, and I stopped.?
揂nd Matthew showed up here the next Monday? The day you
and Daria called 911??
揧es,?said Quinn, 揑 told him I had a date, and he said
he just wanted to talk. I told him I didn抰 want to see him or his gun, and he
pulled up his shirt and turned around. It was big enough that if he had it on
him, I would抳e seen it. He might have had it in his car, though.?
揙r maybe behind a shrub nearby,?said Helen.
揧eah, that抯 possible, too. But he wanted to talk and I
told him that we were through no matter what, and he cried and told me how
sorry he was and he would buy me a bunch of stuff, but I still said no. Then
Matthew got mad, but before he got too loud, Jane yelled out that Daria was calling 911. And Matthew said a bunch of stuff,
threatened to kill Daria and break her fingers, and
Jane yelled back. While they yelled, I pulled my phone out and picked it up. Daria really had called 911 and was on the phone saying she
thought he had a gun and I said yeah, and he抯 in the house going after Jane
and then Daria got off the phone. But that抯 when
Matthew turned and came after me. And you know the rest.?
揌e caught you, and you both struggled with the phone and
it fell either because you dropped it or he smashed it, and then he hit you,
apologizing right after. Then he ran to his car and left and some police showed
up. Then they said they had him and they called me and I came home and took
pictures of where your face was swelling up.?
揚retty much,?said Quinn. 揙h, and he said the police
could arrest him, but they couldn抰 keep him.?
揟he police didn抰 find a gun??
揑 don抰 think so. But like he said, the police let him
go.?
揂nd that抯 everything??
揂s much as I can remember.?
Okay, Quinn. Who else knows that you kept drugs for
Matthew??
揢m... Daria and Jane, and her
friends in the van.?
揥hat about the Fashion Club??
揘ope, not a word,?said Quinn. 揟hink I抦 gonna tell them where I got my diet pills??
揇oes anyone other than the two of us know you took some
pills Matthew gave you??
Quinn shook her head. 揧ou抮e the first person I told.?
換uinn, this is very important. Never, ever tell ANYONE,
at all, that you took his drugs or kept drugs for Matthew. Not on a dare, not
in a game, not as a secret, not anytime to anyone. If anyone asks, you deny it
every single time. If someone says they know, you say they don抰 know because
you never did it. You even say that if I ask. Got that??
Quinn nodded her head thoughtfully.
揑 mean it, Quinn. And it would be a real good idea if you
stayed around the house. I do want to know where you are at all times. And
whatever you don抰, do NOT talk to ANY reporters. Or anyone else you don抰
know. Understand??
Quinn nodded. Helen hugged her for a long time.
揗om??
揧es??
揥hen抯 Daria getting out??
揝oon. I expect her to
be here by tomorrow at the latest.?
揋ood.?
揧ou miss her, don抰 you??
Quinn nodded, looking miserable. 揂nd she knows what to
do. I just feel so confused.?
Helen felt almost as she had been slapped. 換uinn,?said
Helen, 揑 think we all feel confused right now. But I think I have a pretty
good idea of what we should do, too. You should talk to me openly some time and
see.?
揃ut you抮e always so busy.?
What Helen hated most about that was it sounded like Quinn
was just stating the obvious. Then she realized what she hated the most about
it was that it was true.
揘ot anymore,?she said.
Quinn searched her face. 揑 believe you,?she finally
said.
揋ood,?Helen replied, 揑抣l be back in a little bit.?
揥here you going??asked Quinn.
揟o make a call and see someone,
sweetie.?/span>
Quinn frowned but said nothing as Helen walked out. She
was very tired anyway. She held her stuffed dino,
somehow still looking 12 instead of 16.
8.
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03/15/01, 6:15 P.M., Thursday
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Marguerite had a lot for Helen.
揂re you sure the feds are going to wait their turn??asked Helen. The feds usually got to go first. Then the state courts got what
was left over.
揕ooks like it,?said Marguerite. ?span class=SpellE>Daria
is actually looking at more time locally, while the BATF is
wanting to learn more about where Daria got
her gun from. They抮e frustrated, and they know Daria
isn抰 going anywhere, for the time being.?
Helen really didn抰 like to be reminded of everything Daria was facing.
揂nd then there抮e the political factors,?Marguerite
added, 揟he ones wanting to make a name off of this want to do it now. I would
say all indications are the feds will wait until we抮e done down here. Then Daria will have to go endure a federal trial.?
揟hat will give me some time to prepare,?said Helen
unnecessarily. 揗aybe even some time to help undo those federal laws.?Helen
knew she was wishing, but since she supported these laws before, why couldn抰
she support their repeal now with equal success? 揝o what抯 the status on
揧ou should be happy to know,?said Marguerite, 搕hat I
personally got to
揙h,?said Helen. She'd have to remember to call Jane the
first free moment she had.
揂nyway, they let Jane go without any real charges. I let
her in on how the dirty world of law and politics really works. Luckily, she
didn抰 seem all that surprised by it. She seemed glad to finally make sense out
of it. She抯 at home now.?
揑 should be bringing Daria home
tomorrow myself,?said Helen.
揂nd then will you finally know the deluge of reporters.?She pointed at Helen. 揧ou need to get out there and have the press work for
you. Otherwise, it will be Fillman alone who shapes
public opinion.?
Helen nodded. 揑抦 so busy, but you抮e right. I抣l have a
real statement prepared by tomorrow.?
Marguerite nodded, and then cleared her throat. 揑抦 about
to hand over some papers I want you to look at. But I need you to think like a
lawyer, not a mother.?
Helen closed her eyes. Now what dirty secret was she about
to find out about Daria or Quinn?
揑 think the sooner you see this, the better. But if
you抮e emotionally exhausted, maybe you should wait until tomorrow.?
揘o, I抦 fine,?said Helen, opening her eyes again. 揂fter
talking with Quinn earlier today, I can handle anything.?
Marguerite seemed very curious but said nothing. She
handed a file over for Helen to look through.
Helen was confused. There was a file about some illegal
drugs confiscated from Matthew Foster. But she already knew he was a petty dope
dealer. The one thing that made her smile was that every new report showed less
and less money and drugs. She could use that to attack the department, but the
only use to Daria would be if she could blackmail the
department into losing evidence.
揥hat抯 the big deal??asked Helen. 揑 know it抯 sordid,
but I can use this. Thank you.?
揌elen,?said Marguerite getting up and coming beside her,
?span class=GramE>look at the date of the initial police report.?
Helen looked at where Marguerite pointed. She felt fury
build inside her. 揗arch 12, 2001!?Helen quickly found the time of arrest.
5:23 P.M.. 揟his was when the police arrested him
right after Daria called 911!?
Marguerite cleared her throat. 揅heck the original
charges.?
揂ssault, possession with intent to sell.... illegal
transport of a loaded firearm??Helen looked up into Mrs. Kramer抯 face in
stunned disbelief. 揑t can抰 be.?She looked to where Marguerite then pointed. A Model 608 .357 Magnum revolver. Helen looked up again,
mouth hanging open. 揑t can抰 be,?she repeated.
Marguerite nodded her head. 揟he same weapon Matthew would
try to murder Quinn Morgendorffer with less than 48
hours later, shooting Michael Mackenzie and Ms. Li in the process.... and
possibly destroying Daria Morgendorffer抯
future, when she saved her little sister, after 911 failed to do so.?
Marguerite was startled when Helen leaped up screaming,
揇AMN THEM TO HELL, MARGUERITE, DAMN THEM ALL TO THE STINKING PITS OF HELL
WHERE THEY扡L ROLL IN THEIR OWN SHIT FOR ETERNITY!?
揌elen,?said Marguerite soothingly as she tried to calm
her own breathing, 搕hink about this in terms of.....?
揥HY!? Why in the name of all that抯 reasonable did they
let him go!? And... and....?Helen sat back down and broke into sobs.
揥hy??asked Marguerite, 揃ecause budgets are getting
harder to come by. The various law enforcement
services...?
揧ou...Call...This... SERVICE!!???
揢h, various departments,?said Marguerite, trying to keep
her own voice calm so as to inspire Helen to calm her own self down, 揳re
practically in open competition for dwindling funds. One of the most valued
score cards is how much money抯 worth of illegal drugs a department takes off
the streets. After arresting Matthew Foster, petty teenage dope dealer that he
is, Narcotics gave him an offer he couldn抰 refuse. No doubt they lied
somewhat, promised him prison, though that would be difficult to press on a
16-year-old. His only chance, he was told, was to give them someone bigger.?
Helen stopped sobbing, but the tears continued to pour.
From her clenched fists and teeth showing, Marguerite knew these were tears of
rage of the worst sort. So she spoke the next part to Helen as soothingly as
possible.
揂fter taking his money and at least most of his drugs,
they left him his weapon because they believed he would give it to Daria Morgendorffer, who would
then be busted for having an illegal firearm, if nothing else, and then they
would lean on Daria to open the way for the police to
make one of the biggest busts in the State of Virginia, ever.?
揑 don抰 understand,?said Helen mystified, 揳nd they
never should抳e believed it.?
揟hey didn抰. At first they thought he was trying for
revenge against the three girls that essentially called 911 to come get him. I
personally believe they were right the first time.?
Helen was taking deep breaths. 揝o,?said Helen in a crisp
matter, 搘hat changed their little minds??
揥hile holding Matthew, they had a narcotics officer check
some of his contacts. One informant claimed that Matthew had showed up at the
Zen unexpectedly. He appeared to show up with a perky, red hair high school
girl who practically dragged him in front of two other high school girls,
slightly older, one wearing glasses, who began to openly chastise him about
something he could not overhear due to background noises.?
Helen moaned and put her face into her hands. How did Daria抯 plan get so royally screwed up? She was getting
over her tears finally.
Marguerite put her hand on Helen抯 shoulder. 揑t was
apparent that words were exchanged. Several people came to the aid of the two
older high schoolers. Then Matthew Foster pulled a
big gun, and the people did not back down, which is how he knew these people
were hard core. He said that Matthew shoved that .357 right in Daria抯 face and she didn抰 even flinch. It was Matthew who
looked scared.
"Then several people, a dozen he guessed, pulled guns
out of their own and all pointed them at Matthew Foster. The last thing he saw
before getting out the door was Quinn, apparently, pulling herself away from
Matthew with her nose stuck in the air and getting behind Daria.?
Marguerite stopped talking because while Helen was still
crying, but she was laughing now, too.
揌elen??asked Marguerite timidly, 揳re you okay??
揑 don抰 know,?wheezed Helen in a tone that contained
both laughter and sobbing, 搄ust keep talking.?
揧es,?said Marguerite, 搕he informant claimed to hear
gunfire as he was leaving, and then saw Matthew Foster driving past him well above
the speed limit. It was his assumption he finally shot the girl with the
glasses, or maybe he shot one of the people that did her bidding.?
揋od,?whispered Helen. She seemed to be fighting
hyperventilation. 揧ou抮e not going to believe what really happened...?Then
she shook her head. 揊irst, tell me why they then let Matthew go with his
weapon.?Helen was regaining control of herself.
Marguerite sighed and sat back down. 揥ell,?she began,
搒ince descriptions, including photos of Quinn and some older photos, were
freshly available, they were able to confirm that the girls were indeed Daria and Quinn Morgendorffer,
going so far as to show the polaroid of Quinn gained
on Monday to the informant on Tuesday. And many, including the informant,
recognized
揈xcuse me??asked Helen. 揂ren抰 police suppose to be psychologically screened??
Marguerite smiled slightly at that. 揗atthew told police
that Jane and Daria answered to someone higher whom
Matthew did not know. Daria gave the drugs to Quinn
who passed them onto Matthew. When police raided him before, he somehow was
aware--which indicates a leak in the department, by the way--and he claimed he
gave his entire stash back to Quinn who handed them back to Daria.
Daria would then pass them up to someone who was
supposed to be highly respected in the community on both sides of the law.
Matthew hinted that this person was wealthy and was also the reason why he knew
when to hide the drugs just before Narcotics tried catching him again.?
揂nd they trusted Matthew??
揘o! They held him in jail until Wednesday morning, just
before the shooting. Then the Lawndale PD literally dropped Matthew off at his
house on the morning of the shooting with the understanding he was going to
head to Lawndale High, which Matthew assured them was 憂eutral ground where
nothing could go wrong,?and as soon as possible to smooth things over with Daria and her criminal connections.?
Helen groaned. 揥hy??she muttered.
揃ecause they were blinded by greed and the thought of
making one of the largest drug busts in the history of the
Helen shook her head. 揑t wasn抰 like that at all. And so what? How is hurting Daria
suppose to hurt the Sloanes??
揥ith Matthew抯 help, they planned to bust and entrap Daria with the gun, and then lean on her to entrap the Sloanes.?
Helen gaped. Then she laughed. And then she just shook her
head.
揟hey hoped the final bust would be such a mother lode,?said Marguerite slowly, 揳s to make national headlines. And not only save their
budget, but increase it, once they were declared heroes. That doesn抰 include
all the Sloane estates and assets that would be confiscated under the seizure
laws used in the war on drugs.?
Helen抯 jaw dropped. Even she was impressed by the gall to
take such a huge prize. That was ambition! And, if done just right, it could
actually work! Then she shook her head. 揟he Sloanes
are too wealthy....?
揘ot if they get busted with drugs on their property. Like
many organized crime families, many of which are bright enough to keep their
properties in other names, the Sloanes are wealthy
enough to keep offshore accounts and unlisted properties with ease. This could
all be used to hide a drug smuggling operation. And all that could be found
would be forfeit if they could create an ironclad case against the Sloanes. Essentially, they抎 become paupers overnight. And
if it works the way some other cases have in
揂nd if Daria refused to
cooperate??
Marguerite shrugged. 揟hey抎 still have a bigger bust than
Matthew, or so they thought. And they抎 just keep Matthew, too, I expect. I
mean we抮e not talking about honorable people, here. They still came out better
for the risk, even if it didn抰 hand them the Sloanes
the way they hoped it would.?
揑f they thought they had what they needed but made even
the slightest misstep,?said Helen in absolute amazement at such audacity,
搕hey could find themselves effectively without jobs, and possibly even severe
legal problems of their own that not even a police badge could hope to save
them from. All of them.?
揙h, don抰 think it hasn抰 happened before. Stuff like
this is on the increase. Donald Scott, from the evidence available, was shot in
cold blood in his own home in 1992 by agents of several law enforcement
agencies for his multi-million dollar ranch in
Helen shook her head. 揟hat couldn抰 happen in
揙h, but it did, and it抯 happened again since then.?
揙kay, so what was he charged with??
揅harged??asked Marguerite, 揌e wasn抰 charged with
anything. They never were. The bulk of the intelligence gathering involved
financial reports and property assessment done by the local tax assessors, and
some other agents from helicopters. They made some noise about investigating
marijuana plants, but not one reason is given, nor do the aerial photographs
support such a claim. And even this noise is dropped as soon as they confiscate
the property without even charging anyone. It抯 happened to a lot of people,
and many of them had police and federal agents scope out neighborhoods
disguised as reporters or some such asking about the equity of the homes. What
happened with the Scotts is not unique.?
揟hat抯 just plain robbery,?said Helen disbelieving.
揂nd in the Scott抯 case, it was murder, too. While
Frances Scott was begging for her life from the ninjas that broke down her
door, Donald Scott came to his wife抯 defense with a gun, not even guessing
that these people were police officers of various departments. The officers
told him to drop the gun that he had pointed at them. When he
finally did, they open-fired on him. He died. Then his body was removed
and they set about disposing of the ranch and splitting the loot.?
揥hy isn抰 that national news??asked Helen.
揋ood question. But it抯 easy enough to find articles and
news clips about it, and other cases like it. I guess it doesn抰 get picked up
because it抯 too scary. If they抣l do that to a multimillionaire, they抣l do it
to the rest of us. And they do.?
揧ou know,?said Helen, 揑 recall reading something, years
ago, 1998 I think, about Patty Hearst trying to get a pardon. She had a box
dropped on her step with a number on top. She dialed the number without
touching the box and when no answer came, she called the local police to pick
the package up. Local police got there moments before the DEA did. The package
was full of drugs. If Patty hadn抰 called, you and I would be convinced she was
in prison for drug crimes. And what sticks with me is that it was nothing more
than a small article in People which was considered AMUSING. But I thought it
was terrifying!?
揂nd nothing came of it, either, right??
Helen shook her head, 揟he DEA refused to give any
comments, and it was forgotten. It never was big news. I抦 starting to remember
others like that.?
Marguerite added, 揂nd virtually nothing was done to the
murderers in
Helen looked at Marguerite. 揂nd you think that the Sloanes may be next??
揥hat I抦 saying," said Marguerite with emphasis,
"is that it would be naive to think that the situation, which the evidence
here very strongly suggests, is somehow impossible. Even worse has happened
before with few negative consequences for the guilty.?
Helen wondered if the next Matthew her family faced would
be sworn to uphold the law.
揑 do have to say, though, they are hoping for some kind
of drugs to show up. They want that bust. I doubt they抣l do anything without
it. But as dirty as they抳e played so far, just how much dirtier will they get
before they decide to give up on it??
Helen looked down, saying in a low voice, 揑 honestly
don抰 know anymore.?
揑n the process,?Marguerite paused until Helen looked
back up, 搃f it succeeded, it also bolsters the reputation of the city
attorney, Roger Fillman, in his bid for mayor. It
also proves to the people watching the news that Roger Fillman
is not a friend to the wealthy, which will gain him many votes. If we didn抰
know better, even we抎 vote for him after he proved himself willing to punish
the rich who break the law.?
Helen began to feel ill.
揂nd incidentally, he gains his revenge on the only lawyer
that hurt his career, and no doubt would stand in the way of his rise to power.
Anything you said against him would automatically be discredited.?
Helen shook her head. 揃ut if these officers screw it up,
then Roger Fillman will be disbarred for sure. At the very least!?/span>
Marguerite shrugged. 揑f the officers screw it up, I抦 sure
he抎 be happy to lead the proverbial lynch mob against them, too. He still
shows himself the champion of the little people.?
Helen half-snarled, half-snorted.
Marguerite crossed her arms. ?span class=GramE>Which is
another motive the police now have in fearing you. And
me. I抦 going to use this to indict some people, possibly even police
officers and Roger Fillman himself if I think I stand
even a small chance of making it stick. And I抦 scared to do it, Helen. But I抦
even more scared not to do it.?
揂re you saying,?asked Helen who was still trying to
assimilate all this, 搕hat this is greed and political ambition, and revenge?
That this is the reason they dropped Matthew off at Lawndale High??
Marguerite clarified, repeating a little of what she said
earlier. 揌e was released from the station at roughly 7 am on the morning of
the shooting and given transportation to his home so he could get into some
proper clothes and presumably restore his esteem in the eyes of the Sloane drug
lord lieutenant, Daria Morgendorffer,
and entrap her in the process.?
揝o what was Matthew抯 angle in this??
揗y guess is that the first conclusion by the officers was
correct. Matthew wanted revenge against those who sicced
the police on him and finally caused him to be busted with the drugs they long
knew he had but had been unable to prove. He made the keystone cops of
Narcotics believe that the 911 call was the blessing the department
needed."
"Why didn't they stop him when he started killing
people?" Helen's voice started to break again.
"They had no tac
teams on the scene, but they did have surveillance. By the time it had warped
into the tragedy at Lawndale High, with students and faculty running out of the
school screaming in terror, it was too late except to pick up what pieces were
left and carry on. Not to mention covering their own butts.?
揟he reason they let Matthew have the gun??Helen was
close to tears again, but still holding strong. ?span class=GramE>I抦 still
not understanding that part.?
揗atthew needed the gun for his own revenge. But the
explanation Matthew told the police was he needed the gun to hand to Daria on the 憇afe ground?of Lawndale High, as the gun
belonged to a cohort of hers and she wanted it back, but would be hostile to
him if he went to her elsewhere. Once she had it back, the police would take
her with it, and she would be where she is now, only being pressured to entrap
the Sloanes instead of being pressured to confess to
crimes other than the crime of saving her sister抯 life.?
揥hy would Daria want the gun
back, and where would she have gotten it from??
揥here did Daria get the gun she
had??returned Marguerite. 揗atthew claimed he won it as part of some gambling
pot, fair and square.?She laughed, shaking her head. 揟hat was what the fight
was about at the Zen. He didn抰 want to give the gun up after he had just
rightfully won it.?
揂nd if all this were true, why would Daria
call 911??
揂s of Monday, Daria told
Matthew that she would forgive Matthew for pulling the gun on her if he
surrendered his gun to her to give to her connection who wanted it. He refused,
and Quinn tried to take it until he knocked her aside, bruising her cheek. And
they used the 911 facade as it was believable, and he would finally be busted. A fitting punishment for defying Daria
and Quinn Morgendorffer. Not to mention
Helen crossed her arms. 揑 don抰 understand how Matthew
knew enough about the Sloanes to implicate them in
this bluff of his.?
揑t was the police that made that connection, and one of
the police officers that talks to me said Detective Warner asked Matthew some
leading questions,?said Marguerite. 揥hat opened the possibility of a Sloane
being the secret connection used by Daria to
Detective Warner were photos taken by a vice cop, whom I assume was bored. Take
a look.?
Marguerite passed Helen four photos. One was out on her
sidewalk of Daria and Tom speaking with Quinn and
Matthew. None of them seemed particularly pleased to be speaking together, and
Quinn was looking over her shoulder as if worried someone might see them
together. The other three were taken at Pizza King, where Quinn and Matthew
were standing by a table, looking down on Daria and
Tom.
揝o these are the reasons Warner said I would be aware of
soon, right after they roughed up Daria right in
front of me! They treated her like she was Scarface!?Helen was feeling her temper rise again.
Marguerite nodded. 揑t was deemed insignificant at the
time, but in light of new facts they believed they possessed, the pictures took
on a new, ominous meaning to Detective Warner.?
揑t抯 not enough,?said Helen. 揥e抳e got more
circumstantial evidence on them than they do on those four kids.?
Marguerite continued. 揟hen the informant who witnessed
the altercation at the Zen describes the same young man with Daria and Jane in the past. He claimed there had obviously
been friction there in the past between this Sloane and Daria
and Jane that he thought was a romantic entanglement of some kind, but that
they still seemed to work together anyway. With the recent event the informant
described, Detective Warner wondered if this wasn抰 a romantic entanglement but
a business entanglement.?
揝o Matthew was asked some leading questions? What, did
they WANT it to be true??
揙f course they wanted it to be true, Helen.?She shrugged
then. 揌ow do you think con-artists make so much money.
They promise things like this all the time, and usually the victim is blinded
by his or her own greed from seeing the looniness of
it all. And this is what is going on here; more greed and ambition than common
sense.?
Helen shook her head.
Marguerite continued. 揑n this case, Detective Warner
asked him about Tom Sloane, and Matthew said that was the connection to the Sloanes, but he didn抰 know anything about them. He claimed
Daria kept it a secret from him.?
揑抦 just stunned,?said Helen, 搕hat they would jump to
that conclusion.?
揂s of Tuesday night, Fillman
was contacted by Detective Warner, and by Wednesday morning, they had set a
plan into motion that has resulted in yesterday抯.... incident.?
揢nbelievable,?said Helen in something like shock.
揥ell it抯 not only greed, and the political ambition of
Roger Fillman, but there is an apparent leak in the
department to many petty dope dealers like Matthew. The dope dealers seem to
know when to make themselves clean or when to leave town.?She shrugged. 揟hey
probably thought Daria and Jane have the same
connections Matthew did. And they hope to find that connection through them, in
addition to making the biggest bust ever.?
揂mazing,?murmured Helen, still trying to assimilate the
twisted motives and what she had just discovered both her daughters had been
doing on their own as of late.
揂nother thing,?said Marguerite, as she pulled out an old
file. 揥hile I was looking into Roger Fillman, I got
a little nostalgic and dug up the legal file in which you nearly disbarred Fillman. You said a private investigator had been the one
to prove it and you made it stick??
揧es,?said Helen wondering what this had to do with
anything.
Marguerite handed her the file. 揟ake a look at who hired
the private investigator.?
Helen looked a bit, smiling a bit as she recalled just how
passionate she had been on this case. And then she felt her insides twist and
goose bumps crawl over her as she found the information on the private
investigator. Looking up to Marguerite, she exclaimed, 揌e was hired by Andy
Sloane!?She had completely forgotten that.
Marguerite nodded. 揟om Sloane抯 uncle. He was just
protecting an investment by doing so, not from any idealistic reasons, but it抯
still a slight Roger Fillman hasn抰 forgotten or
forgiven.?She shrugged. 揂nd he might consider the Morgendorffers
and the Sloanes to be people who would threaten his
political ambitions. And that your two families now seem close together because
of the unlikely match of Tom Sloane and Daria Morgendorffer, well, it may spook him just a little.?
揂dd paranoia to greed and ambition,?Helen muttered. Then
she swallowed hard and closed the file. 揂nd Roger Fillman
not only hopes to become the mayor of
Marguerite simply nodded, 揘ot in the way it almost
happened, but essentially, yes.?
揑 think I抦 going to be sick.?Helen got up. 揑 mean it.
I think I am.?Helen really did look ill as she quickly walked to the bathroom.
Everything that happened was starting to make sense to
Helen. The fast and zealous responses, the seizing of Jane on the flimsiest of
evidence, the heavy handed, even risky, tactics of the police used on anyone
connected to the case. They were desperate to not only cover their own pathetic
butts, but to salvage what they could out of the situation, which was no small
prize for them all.
She HAD to get Daria out of
their clutches. And she had to prepare Quinn. They'd come for Quinn. She knew
it.
She didn抰 get sick, but she did cry tears of rage and
fear and pain. Then she washed her face and she returned. As she got close to
her chair, Marguerite was looking at some more reports and spoke without
looking up.
揑f you抮e interested in reading the autopsy reports,
you抣l see he had a high concentration of methamphetamines in his system at the
time of death. He probably had some in his system when he went to see Quinn. He
may have had enough chemically induced hubris to think it would work from the
beginning.?She shrugged. 揚eople have fallen for worse cons. Especially if they think they抮e going to get some
significant windfall out of it.?
Helen's voice was weak, but seemed devoid of tears. 揂nd
his goal was not only to kill Quinn, but Daria and
Jane??
揟hat抯 my guess,?said Marguerite. 揢nless,
of course, Daria really is a criminal mastermind.?/span>
They both laughed, though Marguerite noticed Helen laughed
rather weakly.
揂fter that,?said Marguerite, 揌e probably intended to
kill other students, but I would guess he intended to kill a few police
officers, too.?Marguerite cleared her throat and continued. 揌e got the extra
ammo after he was dropped off at his house. The bullets he put in his pocket
suggest that he was prepared to reload two more times and then use the last
bullet in one chamber to kill himself, should he get separated from his
backpack.?
揜oger Fillman and Detective
Warner have to know we抣l find out.?
揙h, yes,?said Marguerite, 搕hat抯 why they抮e hurrying
to find truth to their claims, or at least make a solid case against Daria. It抯 also possible that if the situation gets hot
enough, they intend to trade Daria for your silence.?
Helen抯 mouth dropped open.
揌elen,?said Marguerite, 搕here are at least two police
officers willing to risk their careers and testify. I will bring charges
against Warner. Even if they have Daria at their
mercy, we may soon have Warner at ours. And with it, the bright future Fillman expects for himself.?
Helen clenched her fists again. ?span class=SpellE>Daria
is my first priority. But if we can get Daria and
then burn them, Marguerite, let抯 burn them before they ever do anything like
this again!?
揗y thoughts exactly,?said Marguerite. 揂ny luck in
finding out where Daria got her gun??
Helen shook her head slowly, relaxing her hands. 揘o, but
I got a lead. I think.?
揃ut you know something you didn抰 before.?It was a
statement more than a question.
揧es,?said Helen. 揥ith your permission, I抎 like to go
over these reports before I divulge what I抳e found out on my own.?She smiled
apologetically. 揑t抯 even possible I can clear up all the misunderstandings.?
Marguerite raised her brows. 揟HAT would be something I抎
like to hear, when you care to share it. I抣l even promise not to repeat it if
you want, as long as it doesn抰 require me to stay silent about ongoing serious
criminal activities.?
揑 expect I will share it with you soon,?said Helen. 揂nd
I thank you for all your help.?Helen got up.
揥ait, Helen,?said Marguerite, 揑抳e got more for you.?
揑 hope my nerves can handle it,?muttered Helen as she
sat back down.
Marguerite opened a drawer and pulled out a large envelope
and pulled out several photos. 揇o you know this place??she asked, pulling out
police photographs of what looked like an old, dated cabin by a small lake.
Helen flipped through the pictures. 揑t looks like some
old cabin that has seen better days to
揧es,?she said. 揙riginally built as a cabin around the
turn of the 20th century, it has been passed down from family member to family
member for three generations, counting Matthew抯 father, Jim Foster, as the
current owner after his father died two years ago. It抯 also the cabin Matthew
took Quinn, too.?Marguerite handed her some more photos. 揘ow take a look at
these,?she said.
More photos of inside the cabin and what looked to be a
cellar. And guns. Lots of guns.
Helen looked up at Marguerite with an ill expression on her face. 揌ow did the
girls not know??she asked weakly.
揥ell if they spent most of their time skiing on the hill
as they claim, I doubt they would unless Matthew showed them off. The guns were
mostly kept in the cellar, with a few stashed in cases in other places. Now
take a look at these.?
Helen felt her gut clench when she saw several photocopies
of excerpts from papers that were obviously racist in nature. Judging by the
headlines and inscriptions by the pictures, these were 搑eports?that defied
description.
One had stories of Communist Russian troops waiting in
underground bunkers and behind the Mexican border to invade during the supposed
Y2K madness. Another described underground UN bases and their black helicopters
hidden in national forests. Another told you which politician was a Jew, and
warned of the 揨ionist Occupied Government.?Another had a bunch of Nordic
runes on it and she recognized the editor as the guy who was suppose
to have written The Turner Diaries. Another had a crude drawing of 3 skulls
showing a 搘hite man,?a 揵lack man,?and a 揼orilla.?
Helen threw them back on Marguerite抯 desk. 揗atthew抯??she asked weakly.
揘o,?said Marguerite. 揓im Foster抯.
Apparently he kept the cabin as a place where he planned to bolt to when the
race war began or the ZOG came for him or whatever he thought was going to
happen. He抯 not talking much. We don抰 know how much Matthew was involved in
this, but it appears there was a lot of friction between Matthew and his
father. We don抰 have details because Jim抯 not talking and Matthew抯 dead.?
揧ou抳e arrested him then??asked Helen.
揧ou better believe it,?she said, 搑ight after he
threatened to kill several officers. As I told you, he抯 barred from owning
guns because of a restraining order. He led us to believe that he had sold all
his guns to friends, at a gun show, and even at a pawn shop. He showed us
receipts. We抮e now in the process of tracking down the people who signed those
receipts, though it seems only a few used their real names. Most of those folks
really do have the guns the receipts show them buying, though we think in those
cases, he traded guns with them.?
揑 never would抳e guessed,?muttered Helen.
揙h, the press will learn about this soon. This is going
to be huge news. The circus out there is going big time. But don抰 believe it
when they warp it into Matthew trying to start a race war. All indications are
that Matthew hated his father and was ashamed of him.?
揃ut he shot Ms. Li and Mack,?said Helen.
Marguerite sighed. 揥e can find no evidence that Matthew
was even racist. The shootings of Michael Mackenzie and Angela Li seem to have
been because they interfered with him, not because of their race.?
She made a look of disgust and looked up at Helen.
揢nfortunately, that抯 not stopping all the so-called watchdog groups from
publicly claiming otherwise, nor the press from reporting such untruths. And
you抮e not going to like this.?
揥hat??asked Helen.
揥ithin minutes of these photocopies being made, they were
sent to my office at the behest of Roger Fillman.
John Dees, who must have learned of this from Fillman
since it is not public knowledge, called me an hour later and asked me about
suing you and your family for the involvement of Quinn and Daria
in helping with this race war Matthew was supposedly trying to start.?
揇amn him anyway,?said Helen. She can抰 believe she once
admired that con-artist.
揑 told him where he could stick that offer, and made it
clear to him that your entire family would get a lot of minority support if he
tried that." She shrugged. "Mr. Fillman may
have even hope to bribe me to join his side by using Dees to win a lot of
money, some of which could go to me for my, uh, services.?
揝o when does this sideshow open up for the public??asked
Helen, noting a cynicism in her own voice that would impress Daria.
揈verything is to be returned to the cabin first thing
tomorrow morning,?said Marguerite, 搘here it will be set back up, and then a
press conference will be called. Then you won抰 hear the end of it. I suspect Fillman hopes that the sins of Jim Foster will bleed onto
Matthew抯 memory, and from that, onto your daughters. At
least Quinn.?/span> She shook her head. 揑 just hope they can抰 make Jim
Foster slander your daughters for a promise of getting out of prison.?
Helen gritted her teeth as she realized just how dirty
this fight was going to get. 揃ut if Matthew and his father were estranged,
then how did Matthew get to use the cabin??
揌is father was visiting relatives in
揃ut Matthew got the gun from his father, right??
Marguerite sighed. 揘o.?
揇o you think he got it from a gun show or from his drug
connections??
揘o.?
Helen blinked. 揧ou know??
揟he gun belonged to his maternal grandfather. He collects
guns, too, though he抯 much more discrete about it. And he has no known
connections to the kinds of groups that Jim Foster seems to have had.?
揝o Matthew stole it from him??
揘o,?sighed Marguerite, 搃t gets more complicated than
that.?She smiled when she saw Helen roll her eyes at that proclamation. 揂s I
said, Matthew抯 mother, Mary Walker Foster, had a restraining order against her
that barred her from having guns. Since she does have a history of violence,
stalking, mental illness, and drug abuse, it wasn抰 hard to have one granted.
Personally, I thought the world better off if both of those people didn抰 have
guns.?
揝o how did Matthew get it??
揗ary Walker Foster had it given to her by her own father,
John Walker. He was picked up for interrogation after the shooting. When he
heard he and his family might be liable for damages Matthew caused to Mr.
Mackenzie and Ms. Li, he broke and said he抎 given it to his daughter because
she had to have it to defend herself from her ex-husband. Mary Foster refutes
this, of course.?Marguerite shook her head at that. 揕oves his daughter enough
to give her a gun in secret, but willing to throw her to the dogs when he
thinks he might lose what he has if he doesn抰.?
揥ell,?said Helen, 揾er ex-husband does sound dangerous.?
揂ctually,?said Marguerite, 揾e seemed more dangerous to
himself than anyone else. He might抳e gotten too drunk and shot someone, but
he抎 just as likely have shot himself or wrecked his car. His plan was to hide,
not fight back. In the last few years after the divorce, they抳e pretty much avoided
each other, even when he skips on child support payments.?
Helen made a noncommittal sound. 揝o Matthew got the gun
from his mother??
揚erhaps,?replied Marguerite, 揵ut John Walker knew of it
and bought the ammo.?
Helen muttered in amazement under her breath before
asking, 揥hat did he think Matthew wanted with that many bullets??
揟arget practice,?Marguerite said. Then she added in a
John-Walker voice, 揕ike I did when I was a boy. Builds character.?
揇oes it put hair on your chest, too??asked Helen with a
grin.
Marguerite smiled back more warmly. 揔eep your sense of
humor, Helen. You抮e going to need it.?
揓ust out of curiosity, what抯 the NRA saying, now that
it抯 found Matthew used a legally purchased gun and ammo to do his shooting
spree??
揙h, they point out his mother shouldn抰 have had the gun
to begin with, even though they抮e against the restraining orders being used to
take guns away. They say if the laws had been enforced, Matthew would not have
been able to do what he did.?
Helen rolled her eyes. 揟he nerve of
them.?/span>
Marguerite smiled cynically. 揥ell, the weakness of their
argument is just as weak as the arguments of Handgun Control Inc. None of their
laws helped, either. The laws favored by HCI and the NRA have not done a damn
thing to stop what Matthew intended to do.?
Helen looked at her friend quizzically. ?span
class=GramE>You changing sides??
Marguerite laughed. 揌ardly.
Maybe I抦 inventing a new side. One that believes in justice
over politics. And that maybe most morality and legislation should be
two completely separate components of our society.?
Helen cocked her head a bit, some concern on her face.
揂re you okay? You sound depressed.?
Marguerite sighed. 揑 guess you could say that I抦 looking
at the games we keep playing with each other and wonder if we can抰 learn to
play a better game. None of us seem to be building the kind of world we want,
only a world of endless conflict over rules and games that don抰 make a
difference anyway.?She frowned. 揥hat抯 going on now seems so pointless that
I抦 actually thinking of quitting law and politics and just finding some nice
remote area to retire in.?
Helen reached over and clasped Marguerite抯 arm. 揑 may
move out there with you, Marguerite Kramer, but before you give up, let抯 see
if we CAN make a difference one last time.?
They exchanged a friendly smile, and for a moment, they
both saw the passionate, caring young people they had once been before they
sold out and called it 搘ising up?and got used to compromising more and more
of their values to get ahead in their careers. Maybe they wouldn抰 drop out
just yet.
揥e抳e got our work cut out for us, though, don抰 we,?said Marguerite, her voice becoming more normal.
揟hat we do,?said Helen. 揗aybe we should get HCI to do
gun control for the police and leave everyone else alone.?She almost laughed
as she said it.
揗aybe we should,?murmured Marguerite seriously.
揙ne thing抯 for sure,?said Helen, trying to get the
conversation back to the practical details, as dirty as they were, 搕his case
is going to make for some strange bedfellows.?
Marguerite nodded and said, 揌ave you thought about just
how the NRA and HCI are equally at a stalemate in this case??
Helen raised her brows. 揌ow so??
揟he NRA can抰 champion legalizing Daria
having a gun in her circumstances without essentially championing Matthew抯
right to do the same. And HCI can抰 really point out that there were two
wounded and the only dead was the perp himself
without pointing out that it was a gun--one she was barred from having by the
same gun control laws that restricted Matthew and his
immediate family from owning his gun--that saved several more lives.?
Helen grimaced. 揑 wonder how many of them will even think
of it.?
揂n extreme position might do it, but that hardly paints a
pleasant picture. You restrict all guns, and pretty soon only criminals and the
government has them. More often than not, you can抰 tell the difference between
them then. And even when the government appears benevolent, it can always
change.?
揃ut wouldn抰 the opposite lead to shoot-outs all the
time, like in the Wild West??
揝ometimes. Thing is on that, most of the places where
shoot-outs were common had a lot of young men, a lot of alcohol, and a lot of
money, such as a mining town. Where there was a lot of money, gambling and
criminals followed. And some of those places had gun control laws of their own.
And not all of these places were violent.?
Helen raised her brows. 揧ou don抰 think it would lead to
violence then??
揑 don抰 know, Helen. Maybe society would be more polite,
and you抎 have less people cutting you off on the highway or yelling at
you....."
Helen prompted her to continue with, "Or?"
"Or maybe in such a society, Columbine would抳e been
hit by two suicide bombers, like happens in
Helen paused a bit before replying, 揗aybe there are no
clear answers. Maybe it抯 something that抯 inside of us, or our culture, or
something almost indefinable that抯 the real problem. I don抰 know. I used to
think I did know, but I抦 just not as sure as I was about anything anymore.?
Marguerite shrugged, 揃ut imagine it. Neither side can point out how their solutions save lives
without pointing out, at the very same time, how their solutions take lives.?
揑 expect,?said Helen, 搕hat both sides will eventually
find some clever way to slip around their particular catch-22 without losing
their original message.?
Marguerite suddenly narrowed her eyes. 揃y the way, Helen,
do you know of anyone named Ash??
Helen thought a moment, a little surprise by the turn in
conversation. 揘o, I don抰 think so.?
揇etectives Cartwright and Warner believe that someone
named Ash may have gotten Daria her gun from the
sporting goods section of a....?Marguerite quickly looked up a piece of paper
and read, 揳t a store called S-Mart.?
Helen shook her head. 揑 never heard of it.?
揑 looked in the yellow pages and then googled
the name to see what I抎 get. I couldn抰 find anything, but that doesn抰 mean
it doesn抰 exist.?
揓ust out of curiosity,?mused Helen, 揷ould you google S-Mart again with the words Ash and gun??
Marguerite got on-line by moving her mouse and did as
Helen requested. Several sites came up as Helen had moved to stand behind her.
After a few sites of 搕he evil dead?and of a man with a
metal hand, a chain saw appendage, and a gun, Helen smiled slightly. 揟hat
would be Daria.?
Marguerite shook her head. 揟hey list their source as an
informant.?
揟rust me,?said Helen, ?span class=SpellE>Daria
has just found a way to send her tormentors on a wild goose chase.?
Marguerite shook her head. 揥henever you need a boost to
your morale, Helen, just remember the intelligence of the cops involved.?
Helen smiled bitterly at that. Then she frowned as she
caught the time at the bottom of the screen. 揙h, dear,?said Helen, 搃t抯 past
8:00! I better get home!?
Helen picked up the box of new photocopies, documents, and
files and headed to the door while Marguerite walked with her telling her there
was real hope of clearing Daria. Helen was confident
she could persuade the jury for leniency, but she doubted she was going to
actually save Daria from at least a little prison, or
at least a permanent record haunting her for the rest of her life.
Outside were about a half dozen reporters. Helen groaned
but kept going, and Marguerite came out with her. They pointed bright lights at
them along with the cams.
揗rs. Kramer,?said one, 揾ow did the defendant's mother
talk you out of pressing charges??
Helen kept her face blank as she put the files into her
car. She wanted to blame Fillman for these reporters,
but she knew that was silly.
揗rs. Morgendorffer did not talk
me into anything,?said Marguerite. 揑 called Helen Morgendorffer
into my office of my own initiative to tell her I wasn抰 pressing charges
against someone who saved her sister抯 life from a brutal, drug-crazed
stalker.?
Helen struggled to keep the smile of gratitude off her
face, since every muscle she twitched would be analyzed, and probably used to
slander her.
Marguerite continued. 揑t appears that Matthew Foster
terrorized the accused and her little sister with no significant help from an
appeal to law enforcement for assistance.?
Helen wondered why Marguerite didn抰 mention how the
Lawndale PD might be responsible for what happened. Then she decided that until
they had something better than circumstantial evidence, as damning as it might
be, it would be a better idea not to waken that particular dragon yet and allow
them to prepare their defenses and counter attack. And maybe the information
could be bargained in exchanged for Daria, Helen
mused.
Another reporter spoke up. 揇o you champion kids taking
guns to school to take the law into their own hands??
Mrs. Kramer抯 voice rose and became very clear. 揊irst, Daria Morgendorffer did not 憈ake
the law into her own hands.?She stopped a drug-crazed gunman from killing
anyone, particularly her own sister who was staring up into Matthew抯 gun
barrel when Daria shot him from behind. She had
reason to believe Matthew would carry out such an attack after repeated threats
and previous, lesser attacks, but did not move against Matthew until she had no
other choice. 9-1-1 failed Daria and Quinn Morgendorffer. I抦 glad to say Daria
herself did not fail.?She shook her head. 揑 will not fight to make the world
safe for homicidal stalkers.?Then she turned and went back inside, ignoring
the babbling reporters behind her, and shut the door on them.
They quickly turned on Helen who was just opening the
driver抯 door. More than one voice rose up which essentially
asked if she had a statement. Helen carefully guarded her face and
realized she really should prepare some statements unless she wanted Roger Fillman to monopolize the press to his advantage. But what
could she say right now?
Helen gazed into the lights and cameras, remembering that
the last time she spoke on a legal matter involving Roger Fillman,
she found herself having to leave
She swallowed and said, 揑 would like to say I can抰
support Daria抯 choice to carry a gun to school. But
how can I say that when she saved my Quinn, herself, and other students and teachers
at Lawndale High? We may not approve of what she did, but how can I condemn her
for what she accomplished??
Then she got in the car drove home.
9.
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03/15/01, 8:45 P.M., Thursday
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Helen didn抰 so much sit down on the couch as she
collapsed on it. She had left Jake upstairs, resting with the help of a couple
of valiums (how long since she had taken one of those? Helen wondered).
Quinn was still totally upset and acting almost as if she
were regressing in age. So far, it wasn抰 too bad, especially when you
considered what she had just been through. But Helen sincerely hoped Quinn
would start to regain her semi-independence soon.
She had gotten a lot done today and she was exhausted. She
had been busily calling in favors, putting herself into the debt of others, and
avoiding the clowns of the media circus as best as she was able. She already
had a basic defense team for Daria prepared, which
she was personally overseeing, and she was still taking offers of the pro-gun
groups and even a feminist organization that had been leaving messages on her
machine all day.
Daria would be in court tomorrow to arrange bond. Fillman
was going to request that bail be denied completely. Helen was pretty sure she
could beat him on that, but how much would the Morgendorffer
savings be set back? She wondered if she could get some of the big gun groups
to donate to the bail bond.
She dreaded doing it, but she抎 better see the 9 o抍lock
news. She needed to keep up with what was being said, and what the potential
jurors are being exposed to. She gritted her teeth, remembering how some of the
media clowns were from CNN, and that meant this was nationwide news. Would it
grow, or would it sink into something anecdotal, quickly forgotten? She didn抰
know and right now she was too tired to think about that.
She clicked on the TV. Another car
commercial. At least it wasn抰 mostly naked women dancing around
laughing guys and giant beers. But she did wonder if she抎 have to sell the car
before this was all over.
She got up and put a lasagna into
the oven. It was good she had food like this she could just pop in and set the
timer on. She smiled at Quinn when she came into the kitchen behind her. Quinn
smiled back slightly and got a diet soda before heading back out. She poured
herself a glass of ice tea, too.
When she heard the news coming on, she hurried out with
what was left of the tea. She frowned seeing Quinn sitting on the couch. But
she was in the middle of this no matter what, so perhaps she should see what
went on. Besides, she just wanted Quinn to be around her for awhile.
When Helen sat down, Quinn leaned into her, and Helen put
an arm around her. And then she frowned. The first news item was about the
shoot-out at Lawndale High. She wondered if anyone of these jackasses would get
the story right this time. The last time, it was said there had been two
shooters--Daria Morgendorffer
and
The news started off with what she had already learned
from Marguerite. Matthew抯 gun, a Model 608 .357 Magnum revolver with 8 shots,
had fired all 8 shots, wounding Michael Jordan MacKenzie
and critically injuring Ms. Angela Li, both minorities. He stopped his shooting
of minorities when he saw his ex-girlfriend and fired the rest of the bullets
at her, miraculously missing her.
Then he himself was shot 3 times by Daria
Morgendorffer, the sister of the girl he was shooting
at, killing him almost instantly when the hollow points from the .32 Mark II
pierced his spine, lung, and brain. Helen snorted when they did such a
ridiculous close-up that the gun appeared much bigger than it was, followed by
a scene of Daria being lead away in handcuffs showing
her usual emotionless face, if in disarray and without her Doc Martins.
揥e know by the placement of the shots,?said Detective
Cartwright, 搕hat the accused, Daria Morgendorffer, has been trained in how to use a gun and hit
her target. We believe, however, she may have had more of a motive than
stopping a killer.?
Bastard. Helen wondered how she could use this against him or for Daria.
Roger Fillman was on the screen
then, looking all sanctimonious, talking about getting tough on crime,
particularly kids waving around guns with no respect for the law. He castigated
the District Attorney for refusing to prosecute 揻or no other reason than she
is friends with the mother of the accused." He also implied that no one in
the system knew about the problems with Matthew, and that all it would抳e taken
would be a call to 911.
Helen gritted her teeth. She would make sure to wave the
911 transcript regarding Matthew Foster, and how the police had then released
him with the gun he used at Lawndale High. And how would 911 save her Quinn
once he was already shooting?
Helen suddenly rejoiced silently that Matthew Foster was
dead, and didn抰 feel a single ounce of guilt or shame over it. But that would be
something she couldn抰 admit to. But she would try to make the jurors hate
Matthew as much as she did.
Others were speaking in, and the police were making their
statements which essentially said nothing other than they were looking into it
and had Daria in custody. But Helen narrowed her eyes
when one said, 搘e have the killer in custody.?She wondered if she could use
any of this in the trial. If only she weren抰 so tired.
Then Helen抯 eyes blazed in sudden interests and fury as
Matthew抯 family was being interviewed. She barely had any time to look into
them yet. Maybe Matthew wasn抰 their fault, but she still blamed them for what
he had done, and for what was happening to Daria
right now.
A middle-aged woman that didn抰 seem to be aging well, with
scraggly blonde hair that looked fake, struck a tragic
pose. The screen listed her as Mary Walker Foster, the single mother of
Matthew. Her voice finally came on with, 揥here were the metal detectors? Where
was the security? I thought I was sending him to a safe school, and he gets
shot by some jilted lover and her sister!?
The scene moved to a man in handcuffs. The scene listed
him as Jim Foster, Matthew抯 dad. According to the newscaster, police had just
searched his home (it looked as if it happened just an hour ago), and had found
several unregistered guns, and there was a court order against him that barred
him from having guns. He was also delinquent on child support payments, guilty
of tax evasion, and had made death threats against police officers.
Helen knew in this case, several guns meant only two
handguns. But that would change tomorrow morning, so she let it slide.
Jim Foster glared into the camera for a few seconds before
turning away, but he seemed to have sense enough not to say anything. Too bad
he didn抰 have sense enough not to glare like that. The media loved it and
would play it nonstop now. Silent fury like that was almost as good as tears to
them.
Then they revealed that the gun had originally belonged to
Matthew抯 maternal grandfather. An old man appeared on the screen messing with
a hearing aid. The TV listed him as John Walker. He responded 揥hat??a couple
of times. She wondered how many times he had said that. In some trials, people
on the stand sometimes pretended to be hard of hearing or understanding in
order to give themselves time to think. (A few even went to greater lengths,
demanding a drink of water to 搎uiet their cough?before answering any
question.)
He eventually croaked out what a horrible tragedy it was,
and how bad things had gotten since he was young. 揧ou didn抰 have to worry
about if someone was going to shoot your or not when I was growing up,?he
said. He seemed to be answering questions other than the ones being directly
asked of him. He finally said he didn抰 know how his gun came to be in
Matthew抯 hands and he turned away.
A picture of a cute boy about 5 came on, of him dressed up
for what looked like Easter. The caption read Matthew Foster. 揗y boy, my boy,?continued Mary Walker Foster tearful voice over the picture, 揾e was everything
to me. Oh, God, no mother should have to lose her child....?
Bitch!, thought Helen, what was Quinn?And she
remembered hearing how Mary Foster spent most of the child support at a local
liquor store instead of taking care of Matthew.
Then it was released that Matthew had been under the
influence of methamphetamines at the time of the shooting. So far, no word that
the police knew he was a petty drug dealer. She would make them aware of it
soon enough, Helen thought with bitter rage.
Helen sat through some mind-numbing commercials before the
news came back on quickly recounting the highlights of what they had already
showed. Quinn tensed, and Helen focused on the TV.
Her comments earlier were already on the air. So was
Marguerite抯, but they had cut out her line about 911 failing. Still, they did
play most of what she said.
Then Helen went cold as George Bush came on the screen.
What was that friggin?newbie doing? She抎 voted for
Gore, and Gore should抳e gotten it, she fumed. Bush had been in one screw up
after another since he抎 gotten sworn in last January.
Bush looked solemnly at the camera. Idiot missed his cue
card or he was struggling to read it, Helen noted as she frowned, glaring at
the screen.
揂nother.... senseless tragedy.... has occurred in
He had pronounced occurred as 揳h-kured.?He seemed to be struggling with recalling or reading the words, not just
pronouncing them, Helen thought bitterly. This was what a Bromwell
education got you? She vaguely recalled urging Daria
to think about sending out a college application to Bromwell,
but now she抎 reconsider.... if Daria even had that
kind of future now.
Bush continued to struggle valiantly at forming speech.
揂nother school shooting happened this morning by two gunmen.....?Bush blinked
and then said, 揃y two students.?Helen wondered how many takes it took for
Bush to be this coherent?
揙ur prayers are with them all,?said Bush quickly, and
the scene changed again to Lawndale High as a reporter dramatically asked,
揈veryone in the nation is asking, how did it come to this? How did it come to
gun fights in our schools? But everybody is still too much in shock to answer.?
Helen rolled her eyes. As if school shootings and shoot-outs
were new. But they always made bigger news when they happened at mostly
well-to-do schools like Lawndale High. Yet incidents of school shootings have
been going down for a couple of decades. There were still too many, but it was
ridiculous to act surprised by it. She should know; she looked behind the hype
enough, having learned from long, bitter experience not to take anything said
by the press at face value. The media, often called 搃nfotainment?these days,
was actually better at shaping opinion rather than enlightening with facts.
When the standard reports of sports, weather, and NASDAQ
came on, she switched off the TV. Quinn didn抰 say anything. She smiled hoping
to break the ice with Quinn. 換uinn, what did you think of how Matthew抯 family
were all dressed??
?span class=SpellE>Ug,?said Quinn blandly, not
looking up.
Helen blinked. Quinn was still in her shell. She sighed.
Quinn looked up at her. 揗om??she asked.
揧es, Quinn??
揥hy would anyone want to kill me??/span> Quinn suddenly broke into sobs.
Helen grabbed hold of her, telling her over and over it
was okay, she was safe until Quinn calmed down some.
揑抎 really like to know,?cried Quinn. 揘o one has ever
disliked me before.?
揝ome people are just jealous.?Helen knew there were control issues involved, too, but she was too tired to
explain that to Quinn.
揃ut he liked me before,?said Quinn. 揌e wouldn抰 leave
me alone. He kept showing me his money, his good car, and he took me to Chez
Pierre. I had to tutor him a bit on how to dress and act, but he was a fast
learner. I never could figure out how he came from that family of his until I
found out about the drug deals. But he kept showing off the money and stuff. He
LIKED me. Why did he go off and want to kill me??
Helen didn抰 really know, but Quinn needed to hear
something.
揗aybe he felt like an outsider, his Jerry Springer family
a collar around his neck holding him down. Maybe he had so little money, and
been tormented by that fact, that he got into drugs. Maybe feeling no love or
acceptance at all, he tried to get that from you. Maybe he thought if he could
buy your acceptance, he could show he was better than his family or his
childhood. And then you....?Here Helen was careful. 揧ou saw through him
finally. And he didn抰 like it. He couldn抰 handle the fact that he was a drug
dealing loser that was more and more like his own violent, dysfunctional family
than he wanted to be. I抦 glad you got away from him, but he couldn抰 stand
your leaving him behind.?
揥ell, I told him I just dated guys for awhile. He just
wouldn抰 stop.?
Helen tried remembering what all those books she read
about how to talk to your children and get them to do what you want said. She
was finally in this situation, and she could barely recall anything!
換uinn??asked Helen, as she recalled a little. 揥hy is
his acceptance so important anyway??
揃e-cauuuse,?said Quinn as if
stating the obvious, 揑 live by my cuteness and popularity. I survived on my
cuteness as a child and I plan to be well-taken care of because of my cuteness
and popularity when I抦 older. Nobody can hurt me. Nobody can ignore me. It抯
not like I抦 Daria.?
揝ay what??Helen was too shocked by this to be angry,
upset, or bemused.
?span class=SpellE>Daria just doesn抰 care. Or she
acts like she doesn抰. I think maybe she cares too much, so she tries to keep
people away so she doesn抰 care so much. Like how she抎 pretend she didn抰 need
you and dad or didn抰 care about your yelling about her and stuff. But I抦 not
like that! I got you to calm down and take care of me by being cute! By showing
you all my friends and activities I became a part of. By showing you I can be
cute and popular and busy and everything.?
換uinn,?said Helen getting annoyed despite her intentions
to remain calm. 揧ou didn抰 have to be cute to be cared for. We took care of
you--will take care of you--because you抮e our daughter and we love you....?
揢ntil someone who you barely knows
calls for you, and then we抮e forgotten....?
換uinn! That抯 not----?
Cursed fate caused her phone to ring right then--the one
with the unlisted number the reporters hadn抰 been able to get yet. She fought
to finish what she was saying instead of answering the phone. Damn it all, this
could be important.
揌ello,?said Helen.
揗rs. Morgendorffer,?said a
male voice that she didn抰 identify right away.
揧es??
揟his is Andrew Landon.?
揌i!?said Helen. She noticed then that Quinn was giving
her the most adorable if sad face. She wiped a couple of Quinn抯 lingering
tears away.
揑 want you to know, Mrs. Morgendorffer, that we抮e
behind you all the way. Jodie saw Matthew Foster try to kill Quinn. And Miss Li
and Michael Mackenzie.?
揌ow awful!?said Helen, as she ran her hand over Quinn抯
hair careful not to mess it up in a way that would upset her. Quinn gave her
such a sad smile back.
揑 immediately got on the phone with the District Attorney
when I found out how Jodie herself had nearly been shot and told her not to do
anything to Daria. Jodie would not stop talking about
how Daria saved them all. And she told me to tell you
to call her on the witness stand, and she抣l tell everyone in court the same
thing.?
揟hank you, Mr. Landon,?said Helen sincerely. 揑t抯 nice
to know I still have friends in this town.?Helen pulled Quinn a little closer
to her and smiled down at her.
揑 just saw you and Marguerite on the news,?he said, 搚ou
both presented well, and made better statements than I thought would be
possible in your case.?
揙h, there are going to be some big surprises coming up,
Mr. Landon,?she said. 揑n fact, the only thing that really worries me are the
federal charges.?
揑 assume you can抰 share the details with me??asked
Landon.
揑抦 afraid not,?said Helen, 揵ut trust me, we抮e
confident about defending Daria!?Except maybe for
having the gun, Helen thought morosely.
揟hat抯 wonderful,?said Landon. 揑抳e tried calling you
all day, but all I got was your machine.?He sounded a bit worried, 揝o I
finally got this number from Marguerite. I hope you don抰 mind.?
揙h, no, I don抰 mind! It抯 just the reporters all day,?said Helen exasperatedly. 揕uckily, this number is unlisted, given only to
people I have business with. You抮e welcome to use it anytime.?
揃e careful the reporters don抰 get your business card.?
揟hank you for pointing that out, Mr. Landon!?She sounded
very sincere. In truth, she had already hidden them.
揘o problem,?said Mr. Landon. 揑抳e had my own battles
with the press, too. It will get better. After it gets
worse.?/span>
Helen laughed politely. 揑 hope it gets better soon.?
揑 know you抮e very busy, Mrs. Morgendorffer,
so I抣l let you go.?
揑 am very busy, but I抦 also very glad you called to
offer me and Daria your support. You don抰 know how
much that means to
揂nytime,?said Landon. 揂nd if you need any help, you
just let me know.?
揑 will,?said Helen. 揃ye!?She hung up and looked down
at Quinn as they smiled sadly at one another. 揥hat were we talking about??
揘othing, Mom. Just hold me.?Quinn leaned into her. It
reminded Helen of when Quinn was younger before she got wrapped up in that
Fashion Club of hers.
Helen frowned in concern at that. She knew they were
discussing something important. 換uinn,?Helen started, 揑抦 not going to
ground you for all that you did as everything that抯 happening now must be
punishment enough. But I hope you don抰 do anymore drugs. Especially
to keep thin.?/span>
Quinn looked at her. 揥hat about all
those pills you and Dad take to calm yourself down and pick yourself back up?
In addition to the coffee and sometimes alcohol??/span>
Helen blinked, then fought anger, and then suppressed her
natural reactions. 揑t抯 a bad habit, and we抮e both going to stop,?said
Helen.
Quinn looked as if she didn抰 quite believe that.
揜eally,?said Helen. 揜ight after this case gets cleared
up.?
揙kay,?said Quinn, turning back to the TV, seeming to
watch it even though it was off.
Helen sat there comforting Quinn for a couple of minutes
or so, wondering how much time the lasagna had, when there was a knock at the
door. She frowned. 揟hat had better NOT be the press,?she muttered darkly.
She gently disengaged herself from Quinn and went to the
door. Taking a breath, she opened it to find Mr. DeMartino.
揌i!?said a tired Helen, 揥hat can I do for you??
揗rs. Morgendorffer,?replied DeMartino in a low growl, 揑 was wondering if I could come
in. There are couple of strange cars out with people
in them and I fear they may be reporters, and I抦 allergic to such.?
Helen frowned and motioned him in, wondering if those cars
held reporters or cops. 揚lease excuse the mess, Mr. DeMartino,
we haven抰 had time to clean up after the police tore up our home.?
揑抣l excuse YOU, Mrs. Morgendorffer,
but I抣l hold it against the police.?
Helen laughed lightly. 揥ould you like something to drink,
Mr. DeMartino??she asked, retreating into her home.
Mr. DeMartino followed. 揓ust
water, thank you,?grumbled Anthony DeMartino, 揳nd
call me Anthony.?
揂nthony,?repeated Helen, 揧ou can call me Helen.?
揌ello, Quinn,?said Anthony when he saw her.
揌i,?said Quinn weakly. She turned towards the kitchen.
揗om, I抦 going to go do my homework.?She got up and left, heading for the
stairs.
揝chool opens tomorrow,?growled Anthony, 揵ut it looks as
if it抯 going to be a counseling session. If you don抰 want to listen to Ms.
Manson and Timothy O?Neill drone on for hours on end, you might want to stay
home.?He raised his voice a little as Quinn was still going up the stairs, if
smiling at him politely. 揑 know I plan to take it off!?
揝ay what??asked Helen, as she came out with a glass of
water. Handing him the water, she looked around. 揥here did Quinn go??
揝he said she had homework to do.?He restrained from a
tirade of Quinn抯 working habits. Besides, Quinn had been doing noticeably
better this year.
揙h,?said Helen. 揊orgive her, Mr....
Anthony. I don抰 need to explain why she抯 not in the mood to see anyone.?
揈specially anyone from the school,?muttered Anthony. 揑
hope.... she does not have a problem.... ever returning to Lawndale High again.
I wouldn抰 blame her if she never steps a foot inside the school again, but I
would miss her.?
Helen blinked. 揟hank you, Anthony.?She sat down. 揗ake
yourself comfortable.?
Anthony sat down on a chair, but he hardly looked relaxed.
揗rs. Morgen....?
揌elen, please,?insisted Helen.
揌elen,?said Anthony. 揑 want to first tell you how sorry
I am about everything that happened. We should抳e gotten rid of the Foster boy
some time ago.?
揧es,?said Helen in a low, tired voice.
揑 also want to volunteer to act as a character witness
for Daria on the stand.?
Helen smiled then, if tiredly. 揟hank you.?
揂nd I wanted to warn you.?
Helen抯 gaze focused on Anthony. 揂bout
what??/span> She realized everything she was learning was starting to make her
a bit paranoid.
揂s you are probably aware,?said Anthony, 揑抦 a member
of the NRA. I抳e become somewhat disillusioned with them for many reasons. The
reason that matters to you, Helen, is they are known to back secret treaties
with groups like Handgun Control Inc. and other such groups in exchange for
favors and capitulations on their side in exchange for the same on the other
side.?
揧es,?said Helen. 揘egotiations can be nasty sometimes.?
揈xactly, Helen. Exactly. The NRA
leadership is also more concerned with its image and membership drives than
actually solving anything. Hell, if they SOLVED anything,?here his eye bulged
a bit but he quickly calmed back down, 搕hen they would lose a lot of the
support of those who cling to them in fear and desperation. Then they wouldn抰
be worth as much to the politicians. They would lose money. They would lose
more value to the political campaigns. They probably would not become
meaningless, but many of the perks they now enjoy would diminish. And human
beings, being the LAZY! Er, that is, human beings
being what they are sometimes do what is best for themselves personally, and
not for those they have an obligation to.?
揑抳e heard they plan to use Daria
to challenge the federal statutes of the Gun Safe Zone Act and Project Safe
Neighborhoods,?said Helen. 揝ince these are laws that my daughter has very
obviously violated, with serious consequences involved, I am inclined to let
the NRA offer any help that they can.?
Anthony nodded his head in understanding. 揑 would
question your wisdom if you didn抰 at least consider their help,?he grumbled.
揃ut you should know that this case has engaged the interests of those at the
very top of the chain of command. And should it become personally profitable to
make a MARTYR out of Daria, I fear they won抰
hesitate to make a deal under the table with Handgun Control Inc. to crush
her.?
Helen made a noise for him to continue.
揧ou hope, as I do,?said Anthony, 搕hat they will remove
these laws, thus clearing a severe obstacle that Daria
is unlikely to overcome otherwise. But should they get close to achieving their
goal, then the groups opposed to them will want to
deal. And if such a stunning victory meant a short celebration followed by a
loss of ACTIVE membership as the tide seemed to be turning and the more lazy could stop worrying about our second amendment
rights, the NRA leaders might be tempted to keep the threat hanging over our
heads a little longer. Or if they can get promises from Handgun Control Inc. to
let the NRA have their way on several pet projects, they might offer Daria in return."
Helen was getting used to this. "Anything else?"
she asked sardonically.
Anthony smiled cynically. "The NRA is starting to
collect contributions for a defense fund for Daria
now, and it might also show a discrepancy between what is given to help secure
her release, and how much of it makes it to Daria抯
defense, too. Perhaps you should dedicate some people to collect money for Daria抯 defense personally.?
揑 thank you for such blunt honesty,?said Helen. 揂nd I
should tell you that I have been a member of Handgun Control Inc. for some
time, though all I ever did was participate in poster card campaigns, a few
minor donations, and minimal politicking for them.?
揟hat sounds like me with the NRA,?mentioned Anthony.
揘ow, anyway.?
揥ell, I can tell you that should the NRA win such a
stunning victory, HCI would ring every alarm they possibly could and could no
doubt terrify HCI membership into an all-time high. With such voting leverage
and money at their fingertips, the politicians will line up to tap the awesome
resource they become.....?
揂nd the NRA,?grinned Anthony, 搘ill be required to stand
up to them, to keep them from taking away our right to bear arms. Something you
will be sure they know.?He laughed when he saw her smile. 揗rs. Morg... I mean Helen, I like the way you strategize. I
think that if anyone can get Daria out of the
predicament that she抯 now in, it抯 you.?It was uncanny how for just a moment
when Helen smiled she looked a lot like Daria.
揙ne more thing, Helen,?said Anthony, after taking a
drink of water.
揧es??
揑 happen to know two of the people they抮e sending here.
They like showing off for the press. If not handled discreetly, it could
backfire.?
揗ore clowns,?groaned Helen. The circus was just getting
more and more rings.
揧es. If you need any help dealing with them, don抰
hesitate to call
揟hank you,?said Helen again.
揂nd the two I抦 thinking of will claim to have ties to
the GOP. They do, but they have less Republican support than you might realize.
Don抰 expect any favors from any of the politicians just because they抮e
Republican.?
Helen nodded. Then she told him how the current mayor was
working with the NRA, while the city attorney was gaining the support of groups
like HCI by crucifying Daria, and anyone involved in
seeing either student armed, in hopes of gaining the support and backing he
needed to become the next mayor of
Anthony swore, and his eye bulged. 揑t was bad enough when
it was Tweedle Dee GORE vs. Tweedle
Dum Bush, but NOW I can look forward to Sleezy Dee GRANT vs. SLEEZY Dum Fillman in the next mayoral campaign of
Helen snorted. ?span class=SpellE>Tweedle Dum Bush? Don抰 tell me you don抰 like that Bromwell graduate.?
揌e never would抳e graduated any class of MINE,?said
Anthony, his eye bulging with the last word. Then he sighed. 揃ush, I抦 afraid,
will be the man liberals love to hate, and conservatives hate to love.?
Helen laughed lightly at that, genuinely amused. 揕isten
to us Anthony! We were once on opposite ends of the political spectrum, and
here we are talking about our own sides in terms of Them.?
Anthony smiled back in a way that said he was enjoying the
irony, too. ?span class=SpellE>Daria,?he said, ?span class=SpellE>Daria,
and the danger our kids are in today, from BOTH sides of the law, are far more
important than the petty partisan politics.?
揂greed,?said Helen. 揙ur kids come before politics.?
Anthony grunted agreement before adding, 揑抣l send you Nicki Fellenzer抯 e-mail addy. If either side, the NRA or HCI, try anything
underhanded or otherwise act in a way that is contrary to Daria抯
best interests, you let her know. She抯 one of the few people out there who
will fight to make sure the NRA stays honest--or that the NRA抯 membership know
about it. You can bet she抣l be paying close attention to this case.?
Helen could not believe how helpful Anthony was being. She
smiled genuine gratitude at him and felt the stirring of real hope for Daria to be cleared of ALL charges.
Helen took a sip and asked, 揇o you know anything about
the Virginia Citizens Defense League, Anthony??
揧es,?said Anthony, 揑抦 a member of them, as well. If
they抮e helping, then I抦 glad I send them money and share my time.?
揟hey are. It might be nice if you抎 be willing to help me
with them should they provide a problem or do something that confuses
揑 will, Helen. Anything to help Daria and Quinn.?/span>
Helen smiled her thanks and yawned. 揑抦 sorry,?she said,
搃t抯 just been so busy today.?
Anthony stood up. 揑 completely understand,?he said, 揳nd
I should be going anyway, Helen, thank you for the hospitality.?He approached
Helen a little as Helen got up. In a lower voice he told her, 揑 was also going
to tell you to pass on to Daria for me that she
should not be ashamed of what she did. Killing a man is nothing to be proud of,
but in this case it抯 nothing to be ashamed of, either.?
揟hank you, Anthony,?replied Helen, 揻or all your help
and kind words.?
Anthony cleared his throat. 揃ut seeing Quinn Morgendorffer when I came in, and knowing that had Daria done nothing to stop it, there would be NO Quinn Morgendorffer EVER again, I have to say she SHOULD be
proud. Or, at the very least, anyone who allowed Matthew Foster to do what he
intended to do should be ashamed if they looked the other way because they knew
their own life would be easier that way.?
Helen couldn抰 think of anything to say to that, so she
smiled and nodded to him, leading him to the door.
揂nd for the immediate future, I am acting principal of
Lawndale High. Should Quinn return, I抣l see to it that Quinn is not harassed
in any way. ESPECIALLY by
REPORTERS!?/span>
Helen smile grew. 揅ongratulations,?she said.
揙h, my role as principal is only temporary. No more than
to the end of the school year. Hopefully, by then you will have this mess
straightened out. For Quinn, anyway. Good luck to you,
Helen, and remember I will help you, Quinn, and Daria
in any way I can.?He nodded to her and walked out to his car. He didn抰 look
back as Helen closed the door.
Part of her was actually sorry to see him go. Anthony抯
words kept running through her mind as she went to check on the lasagna. She
had 4 minutes left on the timer, so she went ahead and took it out, ripped the
cover all the way off, and put it back in for another 20. Then she decided to
steam some veggies.
Her mind wandered over the political and legal
implications as she cut some broccoli up. One weakness was that she could
really use Sleezeball Dee Grant抯 support. And he
would go with whatever side got him the most public support. And the support
was created in large part by the media. And the media tended to shape public
opinion. She could imagine how that was going to go.
On the other hand, Helen mused, knowing that Fillman was going to try to replace him next election might
make him an ally, too.
She needed options and leverage, but she wasn抰 sure how
to get it. If she didn抰 get it, then she was backed in a corner, and so was Daria. Helen got the broccoli steaming as she brainstormed.
Helen knew if the NRA was willing to make deals with the
other side in exchange for political favors, then the groups they dealt with
would do the same. It takes two to tango.
And since she was a minor member of HCI, she stood a
chance of having HCI and the other gun control groups listen to the offer she
was thinking of. If she pulled this off right, then not only would the NRA
likely keep bashing away at the laws they hated, but their major opponents
would turn into allies, helping Daria immensely and
taking away Roger Fillman抯 support, which this was a
large part of what this was about anyway!
Helen grinned energetically as the strategy she had in
mind became more detailed. Oh, this was BRILLIANT!
She hoped.
End Part 1
Thus ends