WHEN I RETURNED, the lights in my classroom were still on. That meant the custodians were probably still around. I tapped the doorknob. The storms over, the portal closed, and no closer to finding Fritz, I cleared my desk, grabbed my keys and started for home. Before I reached the parking lot, my phone buzzed.
WHEN I RETURNED,“Where have you been?”
“Hi Natalie, how goes your day?”
“Where are you now?”
“Just leaving school. Why?”
“Stay put. Brian Shaw just called me. Sandy O"Connor had a car accident. She blamed you.”
“Me? I haven"t left here. Well, not the school property anyway.”
“I"ll be there in five minutes.”
I walked across the parking lot to my, well, other me"s, car. Intending to sit and wait for her, I saw it had been damaged, hit broadside. “Now what?” Obviously, someone h
