Page 2 of The Other Side
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“He didn’t run away,” I repeated more firmly, sensing they disagreed. He didn’t have the money, resources, or family clout that the rest of the students at the school had. If they considered him a runaway, I was certain nobody would look for him.
“Thank you, Miss…”
“Violet Price,” I told them. “I teach history. I’ll be staying on campus over the summer. I can answer any questions you have about him. But I’m telling you, he didn’t run away.”
The taller officer gave me a dismissive smile that came off as more of a sneer than I assumed he had intended. “Thank you, Miss Price. We’ll let you know if we need anything.”
Without another word, they both continued up the stairs.
I knew I wouldn’t be hearing from them.
And I never did.
