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Fourth? She'd made Abbie take a dump on my desk.

I opened the door. "All right Taylor, let's--"

Taylor was not in my room. Two other people were.

One was straight from my short list of suspects. Abbie sat on the corner of my desk in a loose-fitting t-shirt and denim shorts that went down nearly to her knees. That she wasn't dressed to titillate was actually much more surprising than her being here. As I walked in, she looked up from her phone with a sly grin.

"Sup, C-dawg. Long time no see."

The other occupant, however, was not on the short list. Nor the long list, nor any list at all aside from my second period class roster.

"Katie...?"

Katie Medina's reply was muffled by her gag, what turned out to be a wadded up ball of paper towels from the dispenser I kept in my desk. Which, it turned out, was now sitting beside Abbie, who turned out to be offering to me the key to a pair of handcuffs which, it turned out, were the reason Katie wasn't moving from her desk at the front of t