The classroom should be empty.
Instead, Endric and Hawkin are sitting at the back desk.
Endric passes him a tightly wrapped package.
Both look up.
The package disappears into Hawkin's bag.
Behind you, the door clicks shut loudly.
Sacco leans against the wall beside the door, one hand resting on the handle, not the bolt. His mouth curves slowly.
“Well, well, well. Look who it is.”
His gaze slides to the notebook lying on the front desk.
“Lose something, gorgeous?”
“She didn't see anything,”
Hawkin says.
Endric gives him an indifferent look.
“How do you know.”
Sacco picks up the notebook from the desk and turns it once in his hand.
“Relax, sweetheart. No one's accusing you of anything.”
Hawkin leans back in his chair, smiling.
“For now.”
“Hawkin.”
“What? I'm helping.”
Sacco laughs quietly and holds the notebook loosely at his side.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
His voice stays playful, but none of them look ready to let this moment go.
“Tell us what you think you saw. The door isn’t bolted.”
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