Chapter 6

During what should have been second period in school, I rolled up to the school with an entourage.

Experience had taught me that the best way to handle a problem is to crush it at the source, minimizing collateral damage.

I rapped sharply on the classroom door, interrupting the teacher mid-sentence.

"Excuse me," I said, my head popping into the room. "I'm looking for Sophia Sinclair."

A quick scan of the room confirmed my suspicion. She wasn't there.

The teacher let out a weary sigh, asked the students to work quietly, and led me to her office.

"Mrs. Sinclair, I've…