"Bowen, did you attend Maraboya High School?"

"Yes."

"My younger brother also attended there, he was at school when the shooting happened.

He called me right away, I was very worried too... I can understand what you all felt." Luke shifted the topic,

"So, don't be nervous, I've talked to my brother, and I want to talk to you too, to understand more about the shooting."

Upon hearing Luke's words, Bowen's father's facial expression relaxed a lot, "Detective Chief Luke, which class is your brother in?"

"I've been quite busy with work, I really can't remember," Luke gave a perfunctory reply, mentioning that his brother was in the same school was the most information he could disclose.

It was impossible to bring up his brother's class to the other party.

Luke asked, "Bowen, were you at school when the shooting occurred?"

Bowen pursed his lips, "Yes, I was."

"Where were you at that time?"

"In the classroom."

"Which classroom?"

"I can't remember, my whole mind went blank when the gunshots sounded."

"I understand, try to recall, what classes did you have in the afternoon, who were you with? If you really can't remember, you could ask them."

After a while, Bowen spoke, "I was in the teaching building."

Luke pressed further, "Which classroom?"

"Room 201."

"Good," Luke encouraged, "What were you doing when the gunshots rang out? Who was around you?"

"I was reading a book, I can't remember who was around, I tend to keep to myself."

"Can you tell where the gunshots were coming from?"

"The gunshots were close, but I couldn't tell exactly where."

"Afterward, what did you do?"

"The moment the gunshots rang out, the entire class, even the whole school, was in chaos, and I was terrified. At first, I thought about hiding under the desk and waiting for help, but when I saw my classmates running, I ran with them."

"What time did you leave the school?"

"I don't know, I wasn't looking at the time."

"Where did you go after leaving the school?"

"I went straight home."

"How did you get back?"

"I called my father, and he picked me up."

Bowen's father seemed to sense something was off, "Detective Chief Luke, why do you ask so many details, is there a problem?"

"The school's power was sabotaged, the police can only rely on the students' descriptions to collect as much information about the shooting as possible," Luke explained further, continuing to ask,

"Bowen, do you know Fannie?"

"Yes, she's my classmate."

"Are you close to her?"

"I don't know how to answer that."

"Answer truthfully."

"She likes me."

Anthony appeared surprised, "What kind of liking?"

Bowen glanced at his father, "She pays a lot of attention to me, likes to sneak looks at me, and she is often wherever I am, although she never says it outright, but I can feel it."

"Oh, that's normal for that age, it was the same when I was in school, many girls would bring me gifts. Some girls would even slip me notes, asking me to meet them in the evening..." Little Black winked, implying a shared understanding.

Luke interrupted, somewhat dissatisfied, "Gentlemen, let me do the questioning, OK?"

Little Black gestured politely, "Of course, you're the boss."

Anthony folded his arms in front of him, expressionless.

Luke continued to inquire, "Did you see Fannie during the shooting?"

Bowen thought for a moment, "I can't remember, it was very chaotic at the time, and although she just likes me purely, she's not my type, and my dad would not want me to date a black girl."

Bowen's father said, "nonono, I won't interfere. As long as you are happy, just remember to be safe. Young people should try different things to find out what they really like."

Bowen appeared surprised, "You didn't use to say that."

"Uh..." Bowen's father pondered for a moment, "In the past, I indeed was a bit strict with you, I hoped you would avoid taking detours. But...over these past two years, I've noticed that you are very sensible.

This made me realize that my approach to parenting might not be quite right in some respects.

sorry, it's my first time being a father..."

"No, you're doing very well," Bowen's eyes reddened, "I love you."

"I love you too, son," Bowen's father embraced his son's shoulders, showing a relieved expression.

Luke felt reluctant to disturb this warm moment, but due to his duty as a policeman, he had to press on, "Do you know Chad Clays?"

Bowen hesitated, "We're in the same grade."

"Are you familiar with him?"

Bowen shook his head.

"I've heard there were some minor conflicts between you two."

Bowen seemed slightly nervous, "He is...difficult to get along with, likes to press me, make fun of me, and gets physical."

"Have you told your father about this?"

"No, I didn't want to worry them."

Bowen's father said, "Son, you should have told me."

Bowen lowered his head, "If parents get involved, things might get more complicated, so, I wanted to handle it myself.

The good news is, I'll graduate in a year, and then I won't have to see that jerk anymore."

"Did you see Chad Clays when the shooting happened?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I would have known if he was there."

"Did you go to the third floor of the teaching building before or after the shooting?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Do you know Josie Alisa?" (3rd floor bathroom female victim)

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