*Clara*
"Dylan, are you sure of what you're saying?" Clara asked him. The look in her eyes was one of fear. Well, she was the one who had replaced Mrs. Glen. What was going to happen if she was next?
"It is a hunch, but I have to believe in myself," Dylan said.
She shook her head. "Oh my God. What about the catalog?" Clara asked.
"What about it?" Dylan asked.
"I am working on it. And now that your aunt has somehow gotten herself into trouble, doesn't that mean I am next?"
Dylan noticed that someone had walked out of the door. He and Clara had exited some minutes ago. So he held her by the arm, and said, "Walk with me."
They walked towards the cafeteria and Dylan had to ask. "Isn't there a quiet place here where two people can have a discussion?"
"Well, there is. The little park."
