Page 11 of Kevlar To My Vest


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“Mrs....” Trance said, waiting for Sandra to tell him her last name.

“Johnston.” Sandra said through clenched teeth.

“Mrs. Johnston. I suggest you keep your nose out of everybody else’s business. Especially Viddy’s.” Trance said coldly.

There was no venom or rancor in his voice. No hesitation. No nothing. It was a statement, but somehow I knew that he meant every word. And that the threat to her was real.

“Okay,” she whispered and then I heard her footsteps leave.

“Fuckin’ bitch.” Trance growled low in his throat.

I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up out of my throat.

Giggling, I said, “I wish you would’ve said what you really meant.”

“Believe me, if I wasn’t in uniform, and we weren’t at your school, I would’ve.”

“Ms. Sheffield?” A hesitant voice said from behind the both of us, drawing what I would’ve said in reply to him up short.

“Falco! Come here, please. Falco, this isTr-I mean Officer Spurlock. Officer Spurlock, I’d like you to meet FalcoPendragon. Falco please have a seat at the table. We have some questions to ask you.”

“Okay,” he said worriedly. “Is my brother okay? Did something happen to him?”

“No, honey,” I said shaking my head. “Your brother is fine. Officer Spurlock, please tell Falco what you found.”

As Trance explained what was going on, and what was about to happen, I took a seat at the table next to Falco and listened. Once he was finished, Falco, I could tell, was speechless.

“But, sir, I didn’t do that. I’ve never even used my locker. I don’t even have a lock on it; anyone could’ve done it.” Falco explained quickly.

“Officer Monroe, was the lock we unlocked from the locker assigned to Mr. Pendragon?” Trance asked.

I hadn’t been aware that Officer Monroe was even in the room.

Radar’s head worked its way into my lap, and I smiled slightly as I petted him.

“I didn’t do it, Ms. Sheffield. I swear I didn’t do it.” Falco whispered to me urgently.

“I know, honey. I know.” I whispered back, patting his hand.

“It’s registered to a...Landon Smith. No, it’s not his lock.” Officer Monroe said.

I didn’t know a Landon Smith, but that didn’t mean anything. There were over 800 kids in the school right at this very moment. It wasn’t too surprising.

“Please follow me, Mr. Pendragon. We’re going to go look at your locker.” Trance sighed loudly.

When I heard the chair next to me scoot out, I turned my head and watched as shadows danced in my field of vision until no movement was left in the room.

Radar stayed at my side, though.

We stayed that way for another ten minutes or so. All the while I was thinking how lucky Trance was that he had a dog. I hadn’t realized how much I’d depended on Hemi. The last month had been incredibly hard.

I took a lot of things for granted.

I now had to scrub my own plates, where before I just had to drop them on the floor for a pre-rinse. Then there was the fact that knocks on my apartment door startled me. Before, I had Hemi to let me know when someone was close to my apartment door, giving me about forty-five seconds of warning before I had to get to the door.

I was startled out of my reverie as the alarm on my phone went off, reminding me of my appointment in an hour, and I sighed. Today had been extremely eventful, and it was only ten in the morning.

As I went to my desk and removed my purse, I locked up my office behind me and started heading toward the sound of Trance’s voice.

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