Detective Eric Pederssen is just leaving the station when a uniformed police officer rushes out to tell him to head immediately to the local high school where a shooting has taken place. He runs to his black BMW, puts his flashing red light on his roof, and takes off. Already he can hear the siren of an ambulance in the distance as he drives well over the speed limit to the school four miles away. It is just after four in the afternoon and already the autumn sky is darkening. Cold rain begins to slam his windshield.
When Eric’s car screams into the parking lot, he spies Leonora Cavish, Chief of Detectives, directing personnel to cordon off the area with police tape. Her wet blonde hair flies around her face; her hands point in this direction and that while she shouts against the wind.
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