The math teacher, Jack Cunning, stared at the laptop in disbelief.
The time was 3:53pm.
His car appeared on the screen, then suddenly stopped at the sight of Ray. He stepped out of the car and conversed with the boy who was in a bicycle.
A few minutes later, he helped the kid put the bicycle into his boot and they both got in and rode out of the school.
Megan shut the laptop and looked deep into his eyes.
"Between you and the surveillance cameras, there seems to be a liar," Megan said coolly. "And it's definitely not the cameras."
A cold chill slithered up his spine.
A film of perspiration caught his tanned skin, a sense of dread gnawing at him. His pulse roared in his ears, increasing the fidgeting of feet under the table.
"I think it's the time to start talking," Darren s
