CHAPTER TWELVE
The man opened the door to the classroom in the Art Center building. To his dismay, he saw that the clay sculpture class was already underway. The nude female model had already assumed a pose on the well-lighted platform, and the other students were at their tables setting to work with their tools and their lumps of clay.
I’m late, he thought.
He hated being late. It meant drawing attention to himself, which was the last thing he wanted. But when he took a step backwards to leave unobtrusively, he heard a woman’s voice behind him.
“Oops. I guess we’re late.”
He turned and saw a young blonde woman with short, spiky hair. He remembered that her name was Demi. As he stepped aside to let Demi walk on into the studio, he saw that the other students were looking at her rather
