Chapter 12 - Derek’s Mistake
The police took the threat seriously enough to document it.
Not seriously enough to tell Derek who sent it.
The email had been routed through a privacy service.
No fingerprints.
No signature.
No obvious link to Mrs. Callahan or Mercer.
But Detective Laura Kim gave Derek advice.
“Do not confront anyone.”
“I haven’t.”
“Keep it that way.”
Derek looked through the front window at Hailey doing homework.
“If somebody comes near my daughter—”
“Call us.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“I know.”
Kim studied him.
“Mr. Brooks, angry parents make easy defendants.”
That sentence stayed with him.
For three days, Derek drove Hailey to school and waited until she entered the building.
He changed shifts so he could pick her up.
His supervisor was understanding.
Payroll was not.
By Friday, Derek had lost eleven hours of pay.
Hailey noticed the unopened utility bill on the counter.
“You’re missing work.”
“I’m handling it.”
“We need the money.”
“I said I’m handling it.”
His tone was sharper than he intended.
Hailey went quiet.
Derek immediately regretted it.
But pride kept him from apologizing quickly enough.
That night he received a call from a number he recognized.
David Mercer.
Derek stared at the screen.
Then answered.
“What?”
Mercer’s voice was calm.
“We should talk privately.”
“About my daughter?”
“About preventing this from becoming worse.”
Derek glanced toward Hailey’s bedroom.
“What do you want?”
“A conversation.”
“No.”
“Mr. Brooks, the scholarship foundation has discretion.”
Derek’s grip tightened.
“Are you threatening her scholarship?”
“I’m telling you there are outcomes where everyone loses.”
“Not interested.”
Mercer sighed.
“There are things about Hailey’s school record you may not understand.”
“You forged them?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Derek walked outside.
“Then say what you called to say.”
Mercer lowered his voice.
“Rebecca made mistakes. Serious ones. But if the district turns this into a public scandal, the foundation may suspend the award entirely this year.”
Derek froze.
“For everybody?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Donors dislike controversy.”
That sounded plausible enough to frighten him.
Mercer continued.
“If you agreed that the classroom incident was misunderstood, I believe the matter could be resolved internally.”
Derek’s pulse pounded.
“You want me to lie.”
“I want you to consider Hailey’s future.”
Derek did not realize he was walking toward his truck until he was already holding the keys.
“Where are you?”
Mercer hesitated.
“Why?”
“Because you wanted to talk.”
Twenty minutes later, Derek entered the parking lot of a closed shopping center.
Mercer waited beside his sedan.
It was the worst decision Derek made during the entire investigation.
He knew that as soon as he stepped out of the truck.
Mercer smiled.
“I appreciate you being reasonable.”
Derek stopped several feet away.
“Say it.”
Mercer held a folder.
Inside was a draft statement.
It said Derek acknowledged the physical contact had been exaggerated.
It described the ruler strike as a “light corrective tap.”
It stated Mrs. Callahan’s scholarship comment had been taken “out of emotional context.”
Derek stared.
“You wrote this for me?”
“It protects everyone.”
“Except Hailey.”
“It protects her award.”
Derek tore the paper in half.
Mercer’s face changed.
“That was stupid.”
“No.”
Derek dropped the pieces.
“Coming here was stupid.”
He turned.
Mercer grabbed his arm.
Derek spun.
For one dangerous second, his fist tightened.
Then Detective Kim’s words flashed through his mind.
Angry parents make easy defendants.
He stepped backward.
“Do not touch me.”
Mercer lifted both hands.
“You’re unstable.”
Derek looked toward the sedan.
A phone sat on the dashboard.
Recording.
Mercer had wanted exactly that reaction.
Derek’s stomach turned.
“You wanted me to hit you.”
Mercer said nothing.
Derek pulled out his own phone.
He photographed the scene.
Then he called Detective Kim.
Mercer’s confidence vanished.
By midnight, investigators possessed the draft statement.
And because Mercer had handed it directly to Derek while attempting to influence a witness’s parent, the district investigation became something larger.
But Derek still had to tell Hailey.
When he did, she stared at him.
“You went alone?”
“Yes.”
“After everyone told us not to?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I thought I could protect you.”
Hailey’s eyes filled.
“You keep saying I shouldn’t hide things to protect you.”
Derek went still.
“And then you did exactly that to me.”
He had no defense.
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For the first time in years, Derek Brooks admitted the hardest words he knew.
“I was wrong.”
