k of exam papers sat on the polished table. Pamela Dawson followed them in, cros
to our standards, let's use the advanced placement exam pap
. Those exams were designed to b
arp look from Dawson sealed it. He didn
le, came from the doorway. A young, kind-faced teacher, Mr. James Foste
rds," Dawson snapped back. "If she can'
to a drama that had nothing to do with her. When they finally fell silent, she
said calmly. "But
red at her, stunned in
Dawson. "If I pass, with a perfect
ive snort. "Perfect sc
lethea continued, her voice unwavering. "In fro
h to hear a pin drop. Mr. Foster's j
got a deal!" she shrieked, her voice cracking with rage. "And if you fail, you will ge
said with a si
the four-hour exam period. He thought to himself that she'd be lucky to
e student ever achieved a perfect SAT score, let alone on our internal AP exams. An
man from the alley. The taste of blood and rain on his lips. The pained surprise in his eyes when she dislocated his ar
up the pe
There was no hesitation, no chewing on the end of her pen, no s
a look of pure contempt. She
, Coleton. He glanced idly through the glass panel of the office door and saw a slim figure bent over a desk
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