Tucker began scanning the street for the Honda. It was only a few moments before he spotted it near the end of the block. As he started to open the driver’s door, he heard steps running on the asphalt behind him. But before he could turn to see who it was, a voice yelled out at him.
“Don’t even
The chaos outside the school was intensified inside by the restricted space of the lobby Quinn found himself in. There were adults and children everywhere, screaming and crying and consoling and whispering. They were all too preoccupied to notice Quinn joining them.
He knew he couldn’t let that stop him. He whipped his head around, searching for Iris. There were kids everywhere, some even holding juice boxes, but he couldn’t see the girl.
A set of double doors that led off the lobby flew open. From inside, several Secret Service agents rushed out.
“Get everyone into the auditorium with the others,” one of the agents yelled while his colleagues ran toward the doors to the outside.
The crowd surged forward, everyone but the agents wanting to get as far away from the outside as possible. Quinn tried to push through them to get to the front so he could see Iris before she went through the doors.
He was only ten feet away when someone said, “Oh, my God. You’re him. The guy from outside.”
Several people cried out in fear, while others tried to move away from him as fast as possible. Quinn glanced back at the doors to the outside, and was relieved to see all the agents were gone. Civilians he could deal with, Feds with guns were slightly more problematic.
“Out of my way!” he yelled as he rushed forward through the door to the auditorium.
The room was large. The stage at the other end of the room was at least a hundred feet away. Those inside were gathered near it. Some looked at him curiously, having no idea who he was. Against the wall near the stage was a low stack of boxes. Trays, really. He’d seen them before in markets. A couple dozen juice boxes plastic- wrapped to a cardboard base.
He scanned the room looking for Iris, but the girl wasn’t there. He returned to the lobby.
Most of the people there had moved to one corner and were crowded together, staring at him as if they expected him to attack them all. As he started to raise his hands in front of him in an effort to make them relax, the door to the outside opened.
Quinn retrieved the gun he’d taken from the agent in the parking lot out of its temporary holding place under the waist of his pants behind his back, and pointed it at the widening gap.
“Hey. Chill out. I’m just here to see if you need any help.”
It was Nate.
Quinn allowed himself a relieved breath, then asked, “Orlando?”
“Don’t know. I’ve been alone since you left.”
Quinn nodded. With the chaos, it would have been surprising if they had found each other. He turned his attention back to the group cowering against the wall.
“Who’s in charge here?” he called out.
There were a few murmurs, then several people looked toward a woman standing near the middle of the group. She appeared to be in her fifties, and had the look of a school administrator, caring but strong.
After a second, she said, “Leave us alone. We won’t bother you.”
“So you’re in charge?” he said.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m in charge of this school.”
“What’s your name?”
She hesitated. “Ms. Stanton. Now please, leave. You’re scaring the children.”
“I’m sorry,” Quinn said. “We’re not here to hurt anyone.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I’m looking for a girl. She’s about five, and African.”
“I’m not letting you take any of the children,” Ms. Stanton said.
Quinn ignored her. “The girl’s name is Iris.”
One of the women, a teacher perhaps, moved slightly.
“You have something to tell me?” Quinn said, looking at her.
“No,” she said.
He glanced at Nate, then pointed at the woman. “Check.”
Nate walked over.
“Please step out,” he said to the woman.
The woman began to tremble, but she didn’t move.
“What are you going to do to her?” Ms. Stanton asked.
“We’re not going to
“Please, I need you to step out,” Nate repeated.
For another couple of seconds she remained where she was, then her resolve crumbled and she moved forward.
Behind her was Iris.
Nate reached out to her. “Hey, sweetie. Come here.”
The girl didn’t move, so Nate leaned in and picked her up.
“Got her,” he said to Quinn.
“You can’t take her,” Ms. Stanton said.
“I want you to listen to what I’m going to say very carefully. The man who brought this girl to your school today also brought several others. Correct?”
Ms. Stanton nodded. “Mr. Lee came up from Ventura.”
“Mr. Lee?”
“That’s who you’re talking about, right?”
“Mr. Lee isn’t who he said he is.” Quinn paused. “He came here for one reason, to kill you and your special guests this morning.”
“What?”
“Those bombs that went off outside? There’s more, only here in the school.”
“Impossible,” she said, though she looked terrified that it might be true.
“He brought juice boxes along with the children, didn’t he?”
“Sure. Everyone did.”
“Well, there isn’t juice inside his. I’m guessing the ones he brought are in the auditorium right now, just waiting to go off. Get everyone away from them, then tell one of the agents.”
“My God,” Ms. Stanton said.
“Do you understand?” Quinn asked.
A pause, then, “Yes.”
“Good.” Quinn looked at Nate. “Let’s go.”
“You can’t… just kidnap her,” Ms. Stanton said, much of her defensive posturing gone.
“She and the others he brought were already kidnapped.” He turned and started heading for a doorway at the far end of the hallway.
“Then where are you taking her?” Ms. Stanton called out.
Quinn stopped a few feet from the exit and looked back over his shoulder. “To her mother.”
