They demanded to know what was going on now as they sat on there hands while this erupted, Brice thought. He approached the counselor office. "Take over the rest of my classes. I've got something to finalize."
Tammi stepped in front of him. "Don't go."
Pushing her aside, Brice took the hallway to the parking lot where police cruisers blocked the teacher's door. He bulldozed his way out.
"Come with me, Brice," Lt. Vinsetta said.
Goyo parked the ambulance in front of Nachine's house. He crept around to the kitchen entrance. Tapping on the window of the door, he squatted for nobody to see him. Hefty unlocked the screen door and sat back down in a dinette chair. His body was bandage and he continued to sweat.
"Where's my mom at?" Goyo asked. Zetta's kitchen had been a familiar way to cut through to get up to Nachine's room. Her kitchen was neat excepted for the bread crumbs spread around Hefty's chair where he gnawed on a sandwich. With all the money he made at least he could have gotten a bridge or denture. Goyo wanted to ask his question again but Zetta popped in between the flipping kitchen doors. She was thinking smart, shutting the outside door tight.
"I don't want you seen by my neighbors," Zetta said twisting him around. "Get out before Nachine comes downstairs and put you up in a guess room."
"You need to get him out of here now," Goyo said dragging Hefty chair he occupied to the door. Hefty tried to reach for the gun he had shoved in his pants. He moved to the side, crushing Goyo's hands that clutched his chair.
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