Thursday, 22 September
8:23 a.m.
By the end of first period, everyone at East Lake High knew that Aaron Williams had been murdered, yet the circumstances remained shrouded. Students he barely knew pressed Jason Panuzio for details. Word spread that, because their fathers were old friends, Jason knew the particulars.
“Get the f**k outta here,” he snapped at one boy. “I don’t know a goddamn thing.” Soon he scowled as people approached. Sneered if they attempted to talk to him. He tried, too, to protect Kim, who was receiving similar treatment.
“Mr. Panuzio, shouldn’t you be in class?” Jason looked up. He and Kim were pressed into a nook, in an alcove in a dead-end corridor. “Miss Sanchez,” Principal Rosenwald said. “You, too.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Kim answered. “In a minute.”
“It’s time to ge
