CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
It took Mackenzie a little over an hour to reach Holy Cross Catholic School, pushing ninety the whole way. School had let out for the day by the time she arrived, and as she hurried up the stairs and was guided by the receptionist, she found she had caught the principal at a good time of day.
The principal was a rotund lady who filled just about every stereotype Mackenzie had ever had about nuns. Warm and inviting at first, Principal Ruth-Anne Costello was all business and rather curt once Mackenzie was in the woman’s office and taking a seat at the front of her desk.
“We’ve heard rumblings about this so-called Scarecrow Killer,” Principal Costello said. “Is that why you’ve come here?”
“It is,” Mackenzie said. “How did you know that?”
Principal Costello frowned, but
