been some kind of incident early this morning and there were some injuries.”
“Injuries?” Jordyn asks, gnawing on her thumbnail.
“I’m afraid so,” Officer Wilson says.
“Cora?” Jordyn asks. “How bad?”
“Do you know something, Jordyn?” Officer Wilson asks. “If you do it’s very important you tell me right now. One girl was beaten and the other one is in shock. Someone attacked them, Jordyn, and we need to find out what happened.”
Jordyn shakes her head and inches back toward her grandfather. “I don’t know anything.”
“But you’re okay? Not hurt?” the officer asks and Jordyn nods. “You were with Violet Crow and Cora Landry last night?”
“Yes,” Jordyn says in a hushed voice. “Are they going to die?” Thomas finds this question jarring, odd for a twelve-year-old, and he wants to shush her. Instead he puts a hand on her shoulder and Jordyn gives him a dirty look.
Officer Wilson rubs her fingers across her lips as if she might find the right words there. “They’re in good hands,” she finally says. “But we need your help now, Jordyn. Can you answer a few questions for me?”
When Jordyn doesn’t answer, Thomas responds. “Of course she’ll answer your questions, won’t you, Jordyn?”
Officer Wilson walks slowly toward Jordyn much like someone approaching an injured animal. “Take a seat, Jordyn,” Officer Wilson says and they situate themselves on round stools in front of the bar. “What time did you last see Cora and Violet?” Her voice is gentle, warm.
“I don’t know. It was late,” Jordyn says.
“Late last night?” she asks in a soothing voice.
“Yeah, I wanted to come home.”
“You left? Can you remember what time?”
“I don’t know, late. After midnight,” Jordyn says, her eyes fixed to the floor.
“You walked home all the way from Cora’s house?” Thomas asks his granddaughter. “That’s almost two miles away. Why?” His voice is sharp. Lately, Jordyn has been a mystery to him, with more sass than he’s equipped to handle.
“I just wanted to come home.” Jordyn’s eyes fill with tears. She lays her forehead on the bar top. “I don’t know what happened.”
“She came over about thirty minutes ago,” Kevin pipes up from behind the bar. “Said you were out of milk and cereal at the house and was going to eat breakfast here.”
Officer Wilson pauses, waiting for Jordyn’s crying to stop. When it doesn’t she sighs and gets to her feet. “Why don’t you and your grandpa come to the station and we’ll talk more, Jordyn. We could really use your help. There’s a bad person out there who hurt your friends. Anything you can tell us might help us catch him. Okay?” Jordyn peeks up and sniffles and nods.
“Go wash your face, Jordyn,” Thomas says, “then we’ll go down to the station. Okay?”
“But I don’t know anything.” Jordyn wipes her eyes. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Just tell the truth,” Thomas tells her. “The police will decide whether or not it’s important.”
The three adults watch as Jordyn slouches off to the bathroom. “Jesus,” Kevin says when she’s out of earshot. “What happened to those kids?”
“I’m not sure,” Officer Wilson says, “but there was a hell of a lot of blood. When we got there the Landry girl was being loaded into an ambulance. She looked really, really bad. The other girl emerged a few minutes later covered in blood. They put her in a police car and took her to the hospital, too.”
“Jim Landry runs the Appliance Barn, doesn’t he?” Kevin asks.
“Yeah, the mom works at the elementary school. Nice people,” Thomas says. “This happened at their house?”
“No, down by the old depot,” Officer Wilson says.
“The depot?” Thomas asks in surprise. “What were they doing by the railroad tracks so late at night?”
“A lady walking her dog found the Landry girl and called for help.” Officer Wilson shakes his head. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Jordyn comes out of the bathroom. Her face is splotchy, eyes red.
“I’ll meet you and Jordyn at the station in an hour,” Officer Wilson says and Jordyn’s eyes fill again with tears.
“I don’t want to—” she begins but Officer Wilson stops her.
“This isn’t a request, Jordyn. Someone messed those girls up pretty bad,” she says and moves toward the exit. “See you soon.”
“Come on, Jordyn,” Thomas says. “You need to get dressed and then we’ll head over to the station. You got things covered here, Kevin?”
Kevin assures them that he’s got things under control and Thomas and Jordyn walk next door in silence. Once inside Jordyn runs up the stairs to her bedroom. The smell of