“Miss Bella!” Tommy exclaimed, running to her.
She hugged him as best she could with one good arm.
“Oh sweetie. Are you all right?”
“He’s just fine,” came a silky voice from the doorway.
Bella, Stacy and Brad turned to see a tall man with white-blond hair and eerie gray eyes strolling languidly toward them, weapon drawn. On either side and just behind him were two students, each about five ten to six feet and muscled, and each with a wicked looking knife in his hand.
They spun back to appeal to Mr. Wallace for help—and noticed he also now held a g*n.
“What the hell?” Brad exclaimed, reaching toward his own weapon.
“Not a good idea,” the man intoned reproachfully, and shot him in the left knee.
As Brad screamed and collapsed, clutching his leg, the newcomer smoothly instructed Walla
