Right at that moment, the phone rang. It was my mother. She was with the Klebolds, standing outside the house. A police detective was already at the Klebold home. “Have you heard anything?” she asked me. “Do they know who the shooters are?” I took a moment. “Mom, it's Dylan.” “Are you sure? I mean, do you know that for sure or is that just what someone said?” “Mom, they just showed his name on the TV. It's Dylan.”
