Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
"This Lisa is…" I let it hang. I'm guessing since she paired her with the girl from Friday.
"Gone, but maybe she took off." Alice again glances down the hallway. She's scared.
"You have another name, don't you? A person that got you wrapped up in this. Are they selling?" I can see Blair's eyes widen a fraction from beside me, just taking this all in.
"I can't," she whispers.
"Alice, people are dying. Trent."
"Did he die?" she gasps.
"Still in a coma, but if we can’t figure this out—"
"Trent's in a coma?" Blair asks. I just nod.
"If he finds out, then I might be next." Alice wrings her fingers together in front of herself.
"Just a name. That's all I need," I push.
"Are you really dating Jax?"
"Yes, we're together." Alice chews on her bottom lip.
"Check out the new teacher."
"Which?" There are a few.
"Yours." Alice tightens her hold on her bag strap. "That's all I got. Please don't say my name around any of this."
"I won't," I reassure her. She nods before taking off.
"The hell is going on, Kins?" Blair asks when Alice is far enough away not to hear us.
“There is a drug going around. A new one. It’s extremely dangerous, and we’re trying to figure out the source.”
“Oh shit,” Blair whispers.
“My new teacher is Jim McIntyre.”
“Wait, what are you saying here? That there is a new drug going around, and this new teacher is connected? That’s insane.”
“But not impossible?” I’m starting to think nothing is at this point.
“Let’s go then.” Blair hooks her arm into mine, heading in the direction of the media department.
“You don’t have to get mixed up in this,” I tell her. Blair really doesn’t know how deep this goes with the missing police reports and that dead girl in the warehouse, who I have now confirmed was Lisa. She hadn’t OD’d. That girl was flat-out murdered.
“Oh, I’m in this,” Blair says. We slow down when we get to the media room. I pull out my phone and send a text to Jax. I’m sure he won’t see it till after practice. He hadn’t wanted to go at all, but I pushed him, promising I’d stay put in the school until he was done. I also sent a text in the group chat with the girls. Mac can start to dig into both Jim and Lisa.
When we enter the media room, it's empty. Before I can think better of it, I'm behind the teacher's desk, pulling open drawers. Blair hesitates for half a second before she joins me.
"Oh shit." I spin around to see her with a clear bag in hand. Inside it are a bunch of tiny bags with blue powder in each of them.
"Holy crap." I take the bag from her. She grabs another out of the bottom desk drawer, unzipping it. Inside is a stack of cash. I pull my phone back out to take a picture before I steal one of the small bags out of the bigger one. I don't want to tip Jim off that we're on to him. We need to put everything back exactly as we found it.
"Can I help you ladies with something?" My stomach drops. I slowly turn to see Mr. McIntyre standing there, a gun pointed at both of us.
Shit. I’m not sure who is in more trouble at this point, us or Mr. Jim McIntyre. Little does he know he just signed his own death warrant.
Chapter Thirty-One
JAX
The second I hit the locker room, I’m pulling out my phone to text my girl. I see a message from her already. I click it.
“The fucking media teacher?” I grit out. Damon glances down at my phone, reading the text from Kinsley about the information she’d gotten from Alice.
“Isn’t Kins in the media room?” Damon asks. I’m already grabbing my shit, not bothering to change. “I’m sure she’s fine.” I shake my head. She’s not fine until I have eyes on her. I’m already checking her location, and it says she’s still there.
I jog toward the classroom. Damon is with me. When we get there, the door is shut and locked. I can see in through the glass; the lights are off. I pop the lock, flipping on the lights.
“It says she’s here.” I glance around, not seeing any sign of her until I get around the teacher's desk to see her phone on the ground along with a small bag. My whole world tilts on its axis as I snatch both up from the floor. “I’ll kill him.”
Damon already has the phone to his ear. “I’m calling Mac.” I nod while I call my dad. There is no way she left her phone here. I take a deep breath, trying to get all the emotions that are rushing through me under control so that I can think straight. Anger is not going to help Kinsley right now. There will be time to have those emotions later. I need to keep a level head.