Ethan never went near him.
An officer remained close to the school.
Detectives waited in unmarked cars.
I sat in one of them.
About ten minutes after school ended, Derek appeared.
I had not seen him since before Ryan died.
He looked older.
Grayer.
Otherwise, completely ordinary.
That was what disturbed me most.
He stood across the street smiling warmly as children came outside.
He looked exactly like a friendly uncle waiting for his nephew.
Two detectives approached him.
Derek immediately played innocent.
He was just there to see family.
He had only wanted to give Ethan a few things that had belonged to Ryan.
Then a detective showed him a photograph.
The hidden camera from my porch.
Derek looked at the image and immediately said,
“That doesn’t prove I put it there.”
The detective had never accused him of putting it there.
He had simply shown him a picture.
