In the parking lot, Paul sat in his darkened car. He was holding a rifle scope in his hand. From his vantage point, all he could see above the seawall was Jack’s head. If he thought he could make the shot, he would get the rifle from the trunk and take it.

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When he came home from school that afternoon, Paul slipped a gun from his brother’s room and went out to his car. Seeing Amy and Jack together, laughing and having fun was too much for him. Their lesson time had come. He had thought of a plan that would punish them appropriately and shouldn’t be traceable back to him. Now he just needed to see if luck was on his side.

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“Nothing… well, something… something pretty important, actually… but today isn’t the day I’m going to tell you.” She kissed him tenderly on the lips, and before he knew it, she was up and telling him that they should go back to her house and go swimming.

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Paul started advancing through the garage. Bill was thinking to himself that he really needed to clean up more. There were tools scattered all over workbenches around the garage… breaker bars, ratchet handles, big adjustable wrenches. Those all made good weapons. And he didn’t want to have any of them used against him.

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As they finished their desert, sharing a brownie a la mode, Amy asked, “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
Did my dad bribe you to take me out?”

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In front of the class stood Amy Prince. Her father had just transferred to Fort Monroe from Elgin Air Force Base near Fort Walton Beach in Florida. She had been terribly sad to leave all her friends behind in Fort Walton Beach and start all over in a new school.

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