I didn't have grounds to reopen it, Marsh said. Not then. The ambiguity wasn't sufficient on its own, but I noted it and I kept the note. She looked at Walt's summary sheet on the table between them. With this box, she said quietly.
And with what we're building today, there may be grounds to look at that road again. Not a promise, a possibility that didn't exist before this morning. The silence that followed was the specific silence of something that had been needed for 9 years and had just quietly arrived. Not dramatically, not with ceremony, just arrived the way important things usually did between ordinary people in an ordinary room. Ruth looked at her coffee cup.
She didn't speak. Boon didn't look at anyone. He looked at the table and thought about what it meant that this woman had been here every morning filling cups, making biscuits, smiling at people who had no idea what she was carrying. 9 years of that. The weight of it was not small.
Coach Foster's documentation, Boon said after the silence had done what it needed to do, he walked Marsh through it. 11 years of incident reports stored with Foster's sister in Knoxville. The systematic pattern of escalation and administrative inaction whenever the students involved had connections to Pierce. The letter threatening Fosters's contract renewal sent 3 days after Pierce became aware the investigation into Ren's situation was moving toward the school board. Marsh listened made no visible reaction to any of it, which was its own kind of reaction.
And the boy Marsh said, "Daltton Ree. " Boon told her what Ren had reported, word for word, the way Ren had given it to him. Dalton in the parking lot. The door that had opened on his face and then closed. The second conversation by the gym, what Dalton had said about Pierce's instructions regarding Ren, about always doing what Pierce asked, about the scar and the 14-year-old boy and the sentence he'd been living inside since. When Boon finished, Marsh was quiet a long moment.
If Dalton Ree voluntarily made a statement to me, she said as an adult without coercion with council present, that would be significant. He's 18. I know, Boon said. Which means the decision is entirely his. I won't approach him.
If he comes to me, I'll hear him, but I won't go looking. That's the right answer, Boon said. The meeting ran 2 and 1/2 hours. When it ended, Marsh gathered what she'd been given, stood, put on her coat. I'm going to make some calls Monday morning, she said.
There's a federal attorney in Nashville I've worked with before. What's in this box combined with your testimony and 11 years of incident documentation? That's the beginning of a federal election interference inquiry. That stops being a local matter. How long?
Boon said, "These things are not fast. " Marsh said, "Pice has resources. He'll lawyer up before the week is out. The process will be thorough and it will be slow. " She looked at Boon. Is there anything he could use against you that we don't know about? Boon thought about it the way he'd been trying to think about important things for the past 3 years.
Honestly, without the self-protective editing that had been his habit for a long time before that. Nothing current, he said. The record is the record. Nothing hidden. Marsh looked at Ruth.