“Book a trip to Ohio. It’s time to revisit Mr. Arlington. Let’s go back and talk to the link we have left. Arlington wasn’t in town when the murder went down, but maybe he set something up. Darnell and Rudy ran drugs together. Darnell had a reason to be pissed at Ben Little. You two go back to the station house, get your tickets and between now and tomorrow, think up a plausible scenario involving Rudy and Arlington that culminates in Little’s murder. Then take your theory, splash it in Arlington ’s face, and see what he says.”

“Got it,” Oliver said.

“What about you?” Marge said. “I thought you wanted to go with us.”

“Rudy’s missing, Ryan’s missing. I think I need to be in town for a spell.”

THE COACH WAS dressed in black jogging pants and a collared, striped black-and-white ref’s shirt. A whistle hung from around his neck. Multiple basketballs were bouncing on a wooden gym floor as his boys were going through drills. “I don’t have to talk to either of you.” Darnell’s voice was molten metal. “I hope you realize that!”

“We appreciate your cooperation,” Marge told him.

Oliver said, “It’s very important that we talk to you. Why else do you think the government would allocate our travel not once, but twice?”

Arlington was still angry, but he held it back. He blew three sharp punches on his whistle, and the dribbling stopped. The big gym echoed as he spoke. “Twenty minutes free practice time. Work on whatever you want, just as long as you’re working. I’m going into my office. I can see what you’re doing. Anyone who shirks is gonna incur my wrath.”

Coach led Marge and Oliver into a glass-walled office that looked over the gymnasium. The floor space was ample-about four times the size of the Loo’s office with shelving that sagged under the weight of trophies. The walls were plastered with certificates of honor as well as black-and-white photos of Polk High winning athletic teams past and present. Arlington ’s desk was tucked into a corner, but he elected to stand at the window and watch his charges work.

“You have quite a legacy,” Marge told him.

“Wrong,” he said. “I’m creating a legacy.”

Oliver took out his notepad and quickly glanced at his outline of the story that he and Marge had invented to link Darnell with Rudy. Then he regarded Arlington. “We’re just trying to get at the truth about Ben Little. The guy went out of his way to help you. What are you so angry about?”

“Get off it,” Darnell shot back. “I know how you guys operate. You don’t get what you what, you make shit up.”

Away from his wife and children, Marge could see the drug runner in Darnell. “I want to talk to you about Rudy Banks.”

“I told you I hardly remember him-”

“Now who’s making shit up?” Oliver accused. “You ran drugs for him, Darnell. You and Jervis Wenderhole and Leroy Josephson-”

“Leroy’s dead, Jervis is working as a community counselor for the underprivileged, I’m working my ass off trying to bring home another trophy so I can keep my damn job and feed and clothe my kids. I had nothing to do with Dr. Ben’s death.”

He spun around and glared at the detectives.

“Sergeant, after you left my home, I thought of Dr. Ben and I cried. As an adult, I can finally see what that poor man was trying to do for me.”

His eyes got moist and he looked away.

“I never got no opportunity to thank him. Just a simple phone call to say, hey, your faith in me was not for nothin’…look at me now. I’m doing fine.”

“I believe everything you just told me, Darnell,” Marge said. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you and Rudy ran drugs for North Valley High. It doesn’t change the fact that when Ben Little found out about it, he shut down the entire drug operation and expelled you from school.”

Arlington ’s steely voice had returned. “If y’all got it so figured out, why wasn’t Rudy arrested for drug peddling at the time?”

“C’mon, Darnell,” Oliver said, “You know what happened. Rudy’s walking was probably part of the deal that Ben made so you wouldn’t get sent to Juvenile. If the operation would quietly cease, Rudy would disappear without charges and you’d be shipped off to Ohio with nothing on your records.”

Marge said, “It probably worked for a little bit. But you know Rudy, Darnell. You know that he wasn’t about to walk away from a cash cow. He went back to work using Josephson and Wenderhole.”

“And then Ben Little found out,” Oliver told him. “He was furious. He thought that you and Rudy were still running drugs behind his back. This time he was going to whack you hard, Darnell. Rudy said that Little had to be stopped and if you didn’t help get rid of him, Ben was going to expose you and this time you’d go to jail.”

“Must have really pissed you off,” Marge said. “You’d finally gotten your shit together, and Dr. Ben-the same man who expelled you from high school-was about to mess you up again-”

Darnell pivoted around, his face wet with fury, his eyes on fire with indignation. He spoke with a hiss. “You two jackasses ain’t worth a penny of what they’re paying you if that’s the best that you can come up with.”

“That’s what Jervis Wenderhole told me,” Marge pushed. “He said he got his information directly from Leroy Josephson. Rudy Banks promised Josephson and Wenderhole a recording contract if he’d help them out with the Little problem.”

“You’re feeding me total horseshit!”

“Like hell I am,” Marge shot back. “Rudy arranged some studio time for you before you were busted and sent to Ohio. You thought that Banks was going to make you a star. So tell me how that’s bullshit.”

“After I got expelled, I didn’t talk to any of them again!”

“You just looked away from me,” Marge told him. “Now who’s feeding who horseshit?”

Oliver said, “This is your chance to make it right, Mr. Arlington. We’re open to your side of the story. We’re just telling you what Jervis-”

“Jervis didn’t tell you nothin’ about me.” He zeroed in on Marge’s face. “He called me after he saw you, Sergeant.” He scrunched up his face in pure hatred. “We were bros, man! We were tight! I know exactly what he said to you. And I ain’t saying anything more, because you’ll turn it against me.” Arlington checked his watch. “I’ve got to get back to the kids in ten minutes.”

“We can meet you after practice,” Marge said.

“What I got to tell you won’t take more than thirty seconds. I didn’t know anything about what happened to Dr. Ben. And I never bothered to find out because when he was killed, I wasn’t on good terms with anyone back in Los Angeles.”

“Dr. Ben tried to call you,” Marge stated.

“Yeah, couple of times. But I was pissed as hell at him, so I didn’t take his calls. And I couldn’t take calls from Jervis and Leroy because Nana monitored the phones and wouldn’t let me talk to no one from L.A., including my own mother.”

A pause.

“I was pissed at her for that at first, but she was right. I had to start from scratch if I was gonna start over. Nana sent me to an intercity Catholic school that had a pretty good track record with its students. I was there and I had a clean slate. I could either fuck up again-there was lots of opportunities to do that-or turn it around. So I decided to give it a shot. And that’s what I did. I tried out for the team and made it. I wasn’t the tallest, but I was fast with my hands and feet and, just as important, I began to work! I was being scouted by some local colleges to play on their teams. Now why would I fuck up my last chance to succeed to do something two thousand miles away to a man who tried to help me?”

“Because you were angry.”

“Not that angry.” Arlington checked his watch again. “I gotta go.”

Marge lowered her voice until it was at a silken pitch. “Yeah, you can go, Darnell. We can’t stop you. But this has haunted you for fifteen years. And I’ll guarantee you that it’s going to keep haunting you until you get it off your chest.”