“To get what?”
“Cookies. I eat cookies. In my locker in the corridor.”
“Okay. You eat cookies. And saw what?”
“I saw her opening that door. Rucker and Dill. After all what happened I remembered it and I told a cop—”
“Did she go inside?”
Pete shook his head. “She saw me and she shut the door.”
“Did she say anything?”
“No, she didn’t have anything to say.”
“Did you?”
“No, I went to my locker and got the cookies, and she must have gone away because when I came back she wasn’t there. Then when I got back on the floor and saw—”