Thats sad.
Its worse than sad. His mother committed suicide and they say he never showed up when they buried her. Thats cold-blooded.
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Chicago
Kate climbed the front steps of Thornwood High School, a classic three-story redbrick-and-yellow-stone building.
She went to the central office lobby and reported to the security desk, as the admin staffer had advised when shed called ahead with her request for help to contact a former student.
It had been nearly fifteen minutes since Kate arrived at the counter where she now stood watching Officer Fred Jenkins, according to his nameplate. Hed already called the school official she was to meet, searched her bag and run a metal-detecting wand over her. He was now meticulously entering her drivers license number into his computer.
As Jenkins slowly double-checked the number, Kates attention went to the security rules posted on a board under the flags and portrait photos of the president, governor, mayor and principal, spelled out in plain language for all to see. No guns, no knives, no weapons of any sort, no gang colors, no gang clothing, no fighting, no bullying and so on and so on.
Here you go, maam. Jenkins passed her a visitors pass. Ill keep your license, then exchange it for the pass on your way out.
As she clipped the pass to her blazer pocket the door squeaked open.
Kate Page?
A woman in her late forties had entered.
Yes.
Im Donna Lee with the Alumni Association. Welcome to Thornwood, please come this way.
They went down a hallway lined with lockers. The air smelled of floor polish, perfume and cologne, with traces of the gymnasium and body odor. They passed glass trophy cases and banners heralding the championships and glory captured over the years by the Thornwood Thunderbolts: basketball, wrestling, swim, track, football and other teams.
I understand youre looking for information on a former grad? Donna asked as they walked.
Yes, I was hoping the Alumni Association could help me.
And youre a reporter?
Yes. Kate gave her a business card. Im doing some biographical research for a story.
I see. This way, to the right.
They proceeded down another hallway.
Were fortunate. Not every high school has an Alumni Association on-site. Were very well supported here, Donna said. Thornwoods enrollment is about seventeen hundred students. Our alumni include two vice presidents, a governor, a Supreme Court justice, a number of actors, writers, professional athletes and successful business people.
And how many murderers, Kate wondered as Donna continued.
The school opened in 1927, so were talking about the histories of a hundred-and-thirty-thousand dead and living students.
You have files on all of them?
A while back we digitalized everybody, so we have a pretty comprehensive database. Our listings vary from student to student, and we adhere to a strict privacy policy. Here we are.
The alumni office had a table with two large desks at the far end of the room. A bank of file cabinets stood against one wall next to shelves with yearbooks going back to the 1920s. A section of one wall was plastered with reunion photos, people with babies and people in landmark locations around the world, as well as cards and notes thanking the association.
The alumni office had a table with two large desks at the far end of the room. A bank of file cabinets stood against one wall next to shelves with yearbooks going back to the 1920s. A section of one wall was plastered with reunion photos, people with babies and people in landmark locations around the world, as well as cards and notes thanking the association.
A woman at one desk with a sweater draped over her shoulders removed her glasses and stood.
This is Yolanda White, our director. This is Kate Page from Newslead in New York.
Welcome, Kate. Yolanda extended her hand. The admin office said that youre looking for a particular former student?
Yes.
Kate put her bag on the table, took out the death notice for Krasimira Zurrn and tapped the name Sorin.
Im trying to locate her son, Sorin. They lived on Craddick Street.
Yolanda replaced her glasses, studied the notice then sat at the keyboard of her computer.
And do you have his age?
Kate used the age police had given for Carl Nelson.
About forty-five.
So, Class of Eighty-Eight. Yolanda began typing and within a few seconds her computer chimed. Yes, Sorin Zurrn, graduated in eighty-eight.
Donna selected a yearbook, flipped through it and showed Kate Sorin Zurrns high school photo. Kates pulse quickened as she stared at it. For her gut told her this was Carl Nelson, then she thought, no. It was Jerome Fell from Denver. Then she accepted that it could be anybody.
Is this the man youre looking for? Donna pointed to a listing.
It is. Would you have a contact address for him?
Im afraid thats private, Yolanda said.
Wait, Donna said. We have to see if hes registered first.
Registered?
If hes registered to the Alumni Association, well have his current information and we can send him a message to see if hes okay to release it to you.
No, Kate said. I need to contact him directly. Its complicated.
Yolandas keyboard clicked.
It doesnt matter, hes not listed.
Do you have any other information on him? Kate asked.
That would be it, Donna said. Im sorry.
Hold on. We could go to our coordinators, Yolanda suggested.
Coordinators?
Alumni executives who are knowledgeable for a graduating year. Yolandas keyboard clicked. Then a speakerphone clicked on and a line started ringing. They usually graduated that year and worked on the yearbook. The line was answered on the third ring.
Hello, a woman answered.
Hey, Cindy, its Yolanda at the association. We got you on speaker.
Whats up?
Got a reporter here, Kate Page from Newslead in New York. Shes doing research asking about Sorin Zurrn.
Sorin Zurrn, Sorin Zurrn. Kind of a nerd, geek kid with a limp?
Yes, Kate said. Hi, Cindy, Kate Page here. What can you tell me about him?
Gosh, he really kept to himself. Quiet, weird guy as I recall. He was in my history class. We had Mr. Deacon. Sorin got picked on a lot. I think his mother had psychological problems.
Do you happen to know how we can get a message to him? I mean, do you know in general where hes living right now?
No, sorry. I think he left town. I think his mother died some years ago.
Did he have any friends, Cindy? Kate asked.
No. He was a pretty sad case. Hold on, I think there was one person, Gwen Garcia, she was an eighty-eight, too. She used to hang with Tonya Plesivsky. They tormented Sorin quite a bit. I think Gwen had a change of heart and tried to be friends with him after the incident. I know Gwen-shes Gwen Vollick, now lives in Koz Park. Let me give her a call, see if shell talk to you.
Cindy hung up before Kate had a chance to ask her to elaborate on the incident. She asked Donna and Yolanda but neither recalled. They had graduated from Thornwood in the early eighties. Yolanda flipped through the yearbook to Tonya Plesivskys picture for Kate.
Tonya was pretty and, judging from the long list of clubs and societies shed belonged to, she mustve been popular, too. While they waited Kate asked Yolanda to submit the names Carl Nelson, Jerome Fell, Tara Mae-or Tara Dawn Mae-and Vanessa Page into the school data banks. There were quite a few Vanessas, Jeromes, Carls, Taras, Nelsons and Pages but nothing that fit. Then the office phone rang. It was Cindy calling back. Yolanda put her on speaker.
Hi there. I reached Gwen and she said she really didnt want to talk about Sorin or Tonya. She said shed always felt bad about teasing Sorin, but they were just stupid kids. Gwen figured you were writing a story about bullying and didnt want her name used. She said the whole thing is still sad for her.
I understand, Cindy, Kate said.
Sorry, wish I could help you.
Theres one thing. Can you tell me about the incident and how it led Gwen to change?
A silence filled the air.
Tonya was one of Gwens best friends and she died.
Im so sorry. What happened?
She died when she was fifteen. She was looking for her dog.
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Chicago
After leaving Thornwood High School, Kate sat at the wheel of her rental car making notes while struggling to put together the pieces of information shed gleaned about Sorin Zurrn.
Am I any closer to finding him?
The women of the Alumni Association had been friendly and helpful, but they wouldnt give her addresses, emails or phone numbers. Shed sensed an undercurrent of unease at having a reporter asking questions about former students.
After looking over her notes, Kate tried, yet again, to find any address information for Sorin Zurrn in Chicago. Again she struck out. She then searched for Tonya Plesivskys family and caught her breath.
An Ivan Plesivsky came up on Craddick Street.
Two blocks from the Zurrn home.
He has to be a relative.
Newslead subscribed to an array of online information databases that allowed reporters to conduct extensive searches through any device they used. Kate ran the Plesivsky name through the databases for the Chicago papers, an obit or news item, anything on Tonyas death.
A story in the Sun-Times came up. It was short with no byline.
Girl Dies after Fall in Park
A fifteen-year-old girl from the Northwest Side died Saturday night after she fell in Ben Bailey Park while looking for her lost dog, officials said.
Medical crews responded to a 911 call at around 3:35 p.m. Saturday that reported a girl with a traumatic head injury was found by joggers at the base of a stone stairway. The joggers administered CPR until paramedics arrived and transported the girl, identified as Tonya Plesivsky of Craddick Street, to Verger Green Memorial, where she was pronounced dead.
This is not real. I cant believe it, Ivan Plesivsky, the girls father, told the Sun-Times.
It appears that the girl tripped and fell, striking her head on the stone steps, according to parks officials and Chicago police.
A small photo of Tonya holding her dog, Pepper, accompanied the article.
Thats so sad. She was such a young girl.But this was the girl who would torment Sorin. Why did her friend Gwen stop bullying him? I suppose it could be expected in the wake of Tonyas death. But how bad was it if, after all these years, Gwen refused to talk about it? And would any of this have any connection to Jerome Fell in Denver, or Carl Nelson, or Vanessa, or anything? Kate shook her head. Sure its a long shot, but thats what Im here to do, take a long shot.