CHAPTER: 72
"Diana," Sharon said, as the girl stepped off the bus. She turned and looked, her thick, dark hair concealing the side of her face. As soon as she saw Sharon, she started running in full flight, running toward the north of the school into a neighborhood of burnt-out houses, but the gun strapped to Sharon's ankle provided some comfort. Sharon had not expected to venture into a Maury County neighborhood. Proceed with caution, Sharon reminded herself as she closed in on the girl. Her backpack and purse flapped against her back. She was fast, but after a block, she slowed down, tripped, and fell to the ground. Sharon grabbed her backpack. "Calm down. I just have a few questions to ask you," Sharon said, holding on to the squirming teen. "I am not going to answer any of your questions!" the
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