Chapter 4

“Mr. Dunn?”

It was one of the whispering girls, and she pointed a thin, trembling finger in Kenny’s direction. All eyes were on Kenny by now, but it seemed like he was unaware of the stares. He kept spinning the knife, smiling that serene smile, as if it was a pen in his hand and not a weapon.

Elliot stood and stepped carefully around his desk, trying his best not to scare Kenny. He put his hands behind his back, his right hand grabbing his left and squeezing it hard. He turned his head and glanced at the seating chart again before clearing his throat.

“Sophia?”

The girl who’d alerted him, and who sat closest to Kenny, responded with a quiet, “Yes, Mr. Dunn?” without taking her eyes off the boy and his twirling knife.

“Would you please go and knock on Mrs. Stewart’s door in the room next to us? Tell her we have a situation and we need security.”

Kenny’s smile grew wider, no doubt having realized Elliot had detected the knife.