at least suspect that it was me. They
didn’t. They grilled me for a good
ten minutes, but only because they
were so sure that I had to know
who this white kid was.
“Trevor, you’re Teddy’s best
friend. Tell us the truth. Who is this
kid?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t recognize him at
all?”
“No.”
“Teddy never mentioned him to
you?”
“Never.”
At a certain point Mrs. Vorster