officer looked directly at Caleb.
“There was just a seventeen-year-old kid using every dollar he earned to help people.”
The gym fell completely silent.
I stared at Caleb.
He looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him.
One of the officers smiled.
“We came because we finally closed the investigation today.”
I looked between them.
“If he didn’t do anything wrong, why are you here?”
The officer reached into his jacket.
Then he pulled out a plaque.
A real plaque.
Gold lettering.
Mounted on polished wood.
“We’re here because
