On the drive to the elementary school, he wondered what the situation there could be. Harper was in trouble and Miss Lewis seemed to think she needed to be watched? She was six years old, she could handle sitting alone somewhere, waiting for Del.
They got to the school in less than twenty-five minutes, because for once, the kiddos behaved. Del extracted them from their car seats and started toward the main doors. Class seemed to be in session, because the school was quiet if you didn’t count the murmur coming from the classrooms.
The office wasn’t in the front side of the building like it had been in his childhood, but he found it easily enough by following the signs on the walls. With Scarlett on his hip and Wyatt holding on to a belt hoop of his jeans, he knocked on the door and moved
