o a smooth stop. The wrought-iron gates of St. Jude

d out and pulled

-heeled ankle boots crunched against th

ind her ribs. The image of the closed body bag on the steel table of the morgue flash

twisted. She forc

The old Eleanor would have slouched, trying to make herself invisible.

topped talking. They lowered their Starbuck

ted like a sw

been horribly disfigured in the car crash. Yet here s

h. She was the apex predator of the school's bul

ti caramel macchiato. She lock

alding coffee directly at Vivian

Tammy-Lynn's shoulder a fracti

pivoted her torso precisel

directly onto the chest of the girl standing behind

t out a pie

ouldn't process the miss. Her

sharp French manicure, aiming to jab Vivian in the colla

eyes we

Tammy-Lynn's wrist. Her thumb

squeeze

ed instantly. She collapsed onto the brick path, forced

The whispers stopped. Dozens of

ed her mouth to

llimeter. A sickening pop of cartil

breath. Tears ruined her heavy mascara

wered her sunglasses just

ed, her voice a razor blade, "an

ynn's eyes. She nodded frantically.

f utter disgust. She let Tammy-Lynn's

antibacterial wet wipe. She meticulously cleaned her

king, she tossed it. It landed per

the sobbing girl and walke

he Red Sea. They pressed their backs agai

he locker assi

right red spray paint. The word

ed. She remembered the tear-stained pages of Elea

led out a bottle of industria

bbed the metal. The red paint dissolved. Sh

own raised his phone,

im. She leveled a glare so viole

ands. It hit the floor. The screen

bell

story textbook. She walke

the double

-sentence. Every head in the amphi

irs to the very back row. It was the dark

onto the desk. The loud sla

crossed her legs

xchanged nervous glances. The prey they used