k of exam papers sat on the polished table. Pamela Dawson followed them in, cros

to our standards, let's use the advanced placement exam pap

. Those exams were designed to b

arp look from Dawson sealed it. He didn

le, came from the doorway. A young, kind-faced teacher, Mr. James Foste

rds," Dawson snapped back. "If she can'

to a drama that had nothing to do with her. When they finally fell silent, she

said calmly. "But

red at her, stunned in

Dawson. "If I pass, with a perfect

ive snort. "Perfect sc

lethea continued, her voice unwavering. "In fro

h to hear a pin drop. Mr. Foster's j

got a deal!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with rage. "And if you fail, you will ge

said with a si

the four-hour exam period. He thought to himself that she'd be lucky to

e student ever achieved a perfect SAT score, let alone on our internal AP exams. An

man from the alley. The taste of blood and rain on his lips. The pained surprise in his eyes when she dislocated his ar

up the pe

There was no hesitation, no chewing on the end of her pen, no s

a look of pure contempt. She

, Coleton. He glanced idly through the glass panel of the office door and saw a slim figure bent over a desk