Outside the school building, Roland pulled the phone from beside his ear and ended the call.
“Mr. Smith,” Taylor’s voice echoed from behind.
Roland turned, watching as he walked out through the exit approaching with quick strides.
“I’ve finished my examination,” Taylor said as soon as he arrived. He stopped in front of Roland, eyebrows drawn tightly together. “About what happened inside there, it shouldn’t repeat itself again. The next time it does, I will have you locked up in a cell regretting you ever threatened me.”
Taylor’s gaze lingered on him, but Roland’s mind strayed father from his threats. He focused on the eyes, the keen resemblance to a dreadful figure whose race was cut short.
Could I be wrong about all of it? I can’t be. Roland’s thoughts burned, but deep down he wishe
