The Skeleton Takes a Bow Page 2

  I had everything ready by the time Byron dragged Madison back in, and while she washed up, I made sure all the curtains were closed tightly for privacy before I went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled, “Sid! Dinnertime!”

  This time, there was no answering clatter of bony feet.

  “Sid? Are you coming down?”

  Madison came out of the bathroom with an expression of guilt it didn’t take a mother to interpret.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I left him at school.”

  “You did what?”

  “I left Sid at school!”

  “Madison! How could you—?”

  “It’s not my fault. I had to take that makeup Spanish test after school, and Senora Harper made me wait until after she finished tutoring some kids, and then the test took forever so I barely made it to choral ensemble. Then Samantha’s wheelchair was acting wonky so she needed help pushing it outside, and I couldn’t just leave her outside alone with her chair messing up, especially since her mother was late. Then when she finally showed up, they offered me a ride home, and it was so late and I was so tired—”

  I held up my hand to stop the flood of excuses and asked, “Where is Sid?”

  “Well, I didn’t remember the test until after I’d gone to rehearsal, and we weren’t working on any of my scenes today anyway. Only Becca wanted to keep Sid because she wanted to work on the graveyard scene, which I said was fine, so she said I could come pick him up later. But I had that Spanish test and—”

  “Madison! Where is he?”

  “He must still be backstage in the auditorium.”

  “Fine. We’re going to go get him.” I grabbed my purse and car keys, and she followed me out to our somewhat battered green minivan.

  Rush hour was in full swing, something I usually manage to avoid by virtue of working in university settings that don’t keep standard business hours, and even in a town as small as Pennycross, the delays were annoying. Madison, realizing that I hadn’t bought her explanations for why it wasn’t her fault, was sunk in silence and I was too mad to say anything to make her feel better.

  Had I been totally honest with her, I might have admitted that I was blaming myself nearly as much as I was her. I should have noticed sooner that Sid wasn’t clattering around in the attic. When a person has no skin to mask the sound, and no reason to keep himself hidden, it can get pretty noisy. I’d figured he was on the computer, catching up with his myriad Facebook friends and Twitter followers.

  Though the parking lot was nearly deserted when we got to Pennycross High, the two cars parked near the front door gave me hope that somebody would be available to let us in. No such luck. I pounded on the door repeatedly and Madison trotted all the way around the building to see if she could find a door that had been left unlocked, but there was no sound from inside the building. After fifteen minutes of raising as much of a ruckus as we dared, we admitted defeat and got back into the car.

  We were halfway back home when Madison said, “I’m sorry, Mom. It was my fault.”

  “No, it was mine. I should never have let you talk me into letting Sid be in the play.”

  “But he’s been having so much fun!”

  “And now he’s stuck at the school all night. Alone.”

  “At least it’s not Friday—one night is a lot better than the whole weekend.”

  She wasn’t even convincing herself, and I was not appeased.

  I warmed up the chili and rolls in the microwave when we got back to the house, but neither of us had much appetite. Afterward, Madison dove into her homework while I graded student papers. I’m afraid my students paid the price for my bad mood—I wasn’t as patient as I usually was with grammar mistakes and confusion over syntax.

  The night seemed long and empty without Sid, and once Madison went to bed, I snuck up to his attic room. With his skull gone, inhabited by whatever it was that kept Sid moving and talking, the rest of his bones were abandoned on the couch. Normal skeletons, meaning the kinds of specimens I see fairly often in the halls of academe, are held together with wires and bolts. Sid holds himself together, so the pieces he’d left had no reason to stick together. It was vaguely creepy seeing him like that, but I suppose it would have been creepier still if his body had been wandering around blindly, searching for his skull.

  Byron was standing at attention outside the attic door when I got back downstairs, so I carefully closed it behind me. It was bad enough that we’d left Sid at school. I didn’t want to think about what his reaction would be if we let the dog gnaw on his bones while he was gone.

  3

  Usually Madison rode her bicycle to and from school, but the next day I drove her and her bike, hoping she’d be able to get to the auditorium and grab Sid so I could take him home right away. Unfortunately the cheerleaders picked that morning to rehearse for a pep rally, so we had to postpone our apologies until later.

  I blew off my office hours that afternoon and was back at PHS when the bell rang. Madison ran out to where I was waiting, gave me the battered black and purple bowling bag Sid had been riding to and from school in, and jumped on her bicycle to take care of an urgent errand.

  “Sid, I am so sorry,” I said as soon as I started driving. I’d unzipped the bag so he could hear me better, knowing that if anybody saw me talking, they’d assume I was on a cell phone.

  “Georgia, we need to talk,” Sid said, his voice a little muffled from still being in the bag.

  “I know, I know, this was unforgivable. We went to the school as soon as we realized you’d been left behind yesterday, but the doors were locked and nobody would let us in. Madison beat herself up over it all night long, and she really wants to make it up to you, so she’s at Wray’s Comics right now looking for something special to get you as an apology present.”

  “Forget the manga,” he said. “This is important.”

  “Of course it is, but you know we’d never have left you there all night on purpose. It’s just that Madison had to make up that Spanish test she missed when she was out sick last week, and it took longer than she expected, and she had choral ensemble practice after that, then went to help Samantha, and she just forgot to come back by the auditorium to get you.”

  “It’s okay, but—”

  “It’s not okay!” By then I’d arrived at the house. “Hang on until we get inside.” Normally I’d have zipped up the bag, even for the short walk from the driveway into the house, but under the circumstances, I just couldn’t do it.

  As soon as I was in the front hall with the door firmly shut, I pulled Sid out of the bag to continue apologizing face-to-face. Or at least face-to-skull.

  “Okay,” he said, “it’s not okay and I will be happy to let you and Madison grovel for the next month. Maybe two. But right now I have to tell you something.”

  “Okay, what is it?”

  “I witnessed a murder.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Last night, somebody killed a man in the high school auditorium.”

  4

  “Say that again,” I said, really hoping I hadn’t heard him say that he’d witnessed a murder.

  With an air of extreme patience, Sid said, “Last night, somebody killed a man in the auditorium.”

  “Are you serious? What happened? At school? Because I didn’t hear anything about a body being found there.” I couldn’t imagine that a murder at the high school wouldn’t have made an enormous splash in a town the size of Pennycross.

  “I’ll explain, but can we go upstairs so I can pull myself together first?”

  “Yeah, sure.” I stopped just long enough to drop my briefcase in the living room and give a quick pat to Bryon the dog, who seemed to be nonplussed that I wasn’t giving him the attention he felt he deserved. He looked up at Sid’s skull hopefully, and Sid snarled, “In your dreams, pooch!”

 
I carried Sid up the two flights of stairs to the attic, where he lived. Well, technically, Sid didn’t live anywhere because he wasn’t really alive, but I’d long ago learned that normal vocabulary and usage only go so far when dealing with the walking, talking skeleton who’d been my best friend since childhood.

  As we were in the room, the bones snapped together into traditional skeletal form and he sat up and reached for the skull. It would have been unnerving if I hadn’t seen it a zillion times before.

  “Do you mind?”

  “Right. Sorry.” I handed the skull over to the beckoning hands, and Sid plopped it back where it belonged.

  “That’s better,” he said, rolling his shoulders and twisting his neck to make sure everything was situated correctly.

  While he was adjusting himself, I took a seat on the couch next to him and prompted, “You saw a murder?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Then what did you see?”

  “I didn’t see anything—I said I witnessed it.”

  “You lost me.”

  “I heard a murder. I couldn’t see what was happening from where I was.”

  “Which was where?”

  “Waiting in the wings. Which is the story of my life. Well, not life but—”

  “Focus, Sid!”

  “I was on a shelf filled with props in the wings. Stage right.”

  I’d helped out at enough of Madison’s plays to know that he meant the wings that were to the side of the stage, not visible from the audience, and stage right was the left side from the audience’s perspective.

  He went on. “About all I could see from there was a side view of the stage, and whoever it was was in the auditorium and not onstage. Needless to say, I couldn’t exactly roll out to see what was happening.”

  I nodded. He could kind of hop around with his skull, but it wasn’t silent or subtle. And it looked really freaky.

  “I don’t know for sure when it was because I couldn’t see the clock in the auditorium, either, but rehearsal had ended hours before. It started when I heard some banging noises. Then I heard somebody come into the auditorium. I was hoping it was Madison coming to get me.”

  “We’re so sorry about that, Sid.”

  He waved it away—I could tell how upset he was about what he’d heard because he didn’t even pause to give me mournful puppy dog eyes. I knew darned well it should be impossible for a bare skull to make that expression, but somehow he managed when the occasion arose.

  Sid said, “Anyway, since I wasn’t absolutely sure it was Madison, I didn’t say anything. Then the argument started and I knew it wasn’t her.”

  “Who was it?”

  “I don’t know. I only heard two voices, so I think it was just two people, but I didn’t recognize either voice.”

  “Were they students?”

  “I don’t think so. They sounded too old, but then again, some of the kids Madison knows have really deep voices. I do know they were both male.”

  “That’s something. What were they arguing about?”

  “I’m not sure. All I could get was tone and some random words. But they were going at it hot and heavy. Then one of them yelled, and there was a thump and a grunt and the sound of something falling. Like a body. The one left standing cussed and cussed—that I could hear. He stepped closer to the stage, too.”

  I could picture that, the killer not wanting to stand right next to a dead body.

  Sid went on. “I think he got out a phone because he started talking to somebody, and I couldn’t hear anybody else responding. After he stopped talking, he sounded as if he was pacing. Maybe twenty minutes later, I heard the auditorium door open and his footsteps going away from me. When the door opened again, there were two sets of footsteps. More conversation, but much quieter. They left for a few minutes, then came back again. And started washing up.”

  “How could you tell?”

  “The janitor has this wheeled mop bucket, and it squeaks. I’ve heard it a lot while I’ve been in Madison’s locker. Plus I could hear liquid sloshing and smell soap, so what else could it be but mopping the floor? They had to be cleaning up the evidence.”

  It did sound like something awful had happened, but I had to ask, “Are you certain it was a murder?”

  “Oh yeah. When that first guy was on the phone, he said, ‘Of course I’m sure—he’s dead. Just get over here!’ And when the other guy showed up, that one said, ‘Damn, you really nailed him.’”

  “So some man killed somebody and then called a third person to help take the body away.”

  “I think so.”

  I ran my hands through my hair, trying to make sense of it. “Jeez, I just had an awful thought. I know why the killer and the victim went into the auditorium.”

  “Why?”

  “Because of me and Madison. That banging you heard? That was us beating on the main door trying to get somebody to let us in. There were two cars in the parking lot, so I know somebody was there. I bet those men you heard saw us, and didn’t want to be seen, so they ducked in there. We could have been there when it happened.”

  Sid shuddered, which was a noisy operation. “That gives me goose bumps and I don’t even have any skin.”

  “The worst part? Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t panicked the guy.”

  “Hey, hey, hey,” Sid said. “The killer met with the guy in a building that is usually empty at that time of day. Do you really think he had good intentions?”

  “Good point.”

  “No, the worst thing was that there was nothing I could do! I couldn’t stop them, and I couldn’t get to a phone to call the police, and I couldn’t even move somewhere where I could see who it was. You can’t imagine how awful it was to hear all that and not know what to do.”

  I put my arm around his shoulder blades. “It’s not your fault, Sid.”

  “I should have yelled. I should have said that the cops were on the way or tried to bite him or . . . I don’t know, Georgia. Something. But I was scared.”

  “Coccyx, Sid, you heard a murder. Of course you were scared.”

  “Yeah, but what was I afraid of? Them killing me? I’m already dead!”

  I winced, but he was right. “Sort of, yeah, but you could still be . . . destroyed.” Though Sid had lost a couple of small bones without harming him, and we’d repaired one he’d broken, we didn’t really know how Sid would be affected if more of his bones were damaged. It wasn’t an experiment we cared to make.

  “Anyway, I didn’t hear anything else, not until it was morning and the cheerleaders came in and started practicing.”

  “And there was nothing said at school about a body being found in the auditorium?”

  “I told you, they carted the body away and cleaned up after themselves. They must have dumped it somewhere.”

  “I didn’t hear anything about a body being found around town, but I haven’t looked at the news. Can I borrow your computer?”

  “Let me. I’m faster.”

  I’d been using a computer for a lot longer than Sid had, but since I was still in groveling mode, I didn’t argue as he booted up his Mac. When he’d first discovered the wonders of the Internet, he’d had to make do with using my parents’ old and slow desktop computer or borrowing mine, but I’d used my educator’s discount to get him his own system for Christmas. Given the hours he spent on it while Madison and I slept, he probably was faster on the keyboard than I was.

  The first site he pulled up was the one for the Pennycross Gazette, but the lead story was about the city council meeting. I noticed that the author of said piece was an ex-boyfriend of mine, but I didn’t feel even a twinge. Well, not a big one. The guy was pretty cute.

  “Nothing there,” I said.

  Sid moved on to the site for the local TV station, but its lead was a landmark r
estaurant closing its doors. Then he tried Googling for dead bodies being found.

  “There’s one,” I said, tapping the screen.

  He clicked on it, and I read. “Hunters found a male body out near Springfield. No, wait. The remains were skeletal. I don’t think that would happen so quickly.”

  “It could, but it would require special expertise,” Sid pointed out, reminding me of one of the more unsavory aspects of his existence before joining my family.

  “Um, right. But this can’t have anything to do with what you heard. The cops think that body has been there for months.”

  “I’ll keep looking.”

  But while he gave it his best, spending half an hour running down links, he couldn’t find anything. Finally I said, “Sid, there’s nothing here. The body hasn’t been found yet.”

  “Yet? Then you believe me,” he said hesitantly.

  “Of course I believe you. One, you don’t make things up. Two, your hearing is solid even if you don’t technically have ears, and I just don’t see what else could have made the sounds you heard.”

  “So what do we do now?”

  “I don’t know. We could call the cops, but what would we tell them? There was a murder, but we don’t know who the killer was or the victim, and there’s no body anyway. I don’t think they’d take something like that very seriously.”

  “But we can’t ignore it,” Sid protested.

  “I know, I know, but—”

  Before we could discuss it further, I heard the pounding of sneakers on the attic steps and Madison burst in.

  “Sid, I am so sorry! I have no excuse, none at all, but please, please, please let me make it up to you.” She shoved a shopping bag onto his lap. “Look, I got you the latest issues of One Piece and Black Butler—”