didn’t know what I was talking about. She didn’t even ask anyone else their opinion. I’d like to know who she thought she was.”
“Was?” Sadie asked.
Candy had a look of complete satisfaction on her face. “Her days of snubbing are over.”
Sadie put her hand in her pocket and dialed Zack’s number. She had practiced dialing without looking for moments just like this one.
“What do you mean?” Sadie asked.
“Didn’t you know? Sylvia Jones is dead, dead, dead.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Hey! What are you doing? Take your hand out of your pocket.”
Sadie pulled her hand from her pocket and held it up, empty. Candy stepped forward, put her hand in Sadie’s pocket and pulled out her phone. She glanced at it, dropped it on the floor and ground her heel into it. Sadie thought it was a good thing she didn’t get attached to phones because this one came to a particularly brutal end.
“What are you doing on the phone?” she asked.
“Don’t play innocent with me,” Candy snarled. “You were recording. You were going to blackmail me.”
“I don’t think so,” Sadie said, trying to make her way stealthily toward the door, one step at a time.
“Oh yes,” Candy said, looking Sadie up and down.
“You clearly don’t have enough money to successfully blackmail me. No matter. What you don’t know is I can kill you as easily as I killed her.” Sadie bolted for the door.
“No!” Candy yelled at the top of her voice, lunging for Sadie and grabbing her leg.
Sadie struggled to stay upright but lost her balance, going down with a yell of frustration. “Why didn’t I bring Lucy or Betty?” she thought, “or even better, Mr. B!”
She kicked out at Candy but didn’t connect. Candy held on harder and pulled her further away from the door. Sadie kicked again and wriggled free, scrambling away on hands and knees only to be grabbed by the back of the pants and hauled back again.
"You’re strong for such a puny thing," Sadie grunted, and then yelled, "Help me!" as loud as she could.
Candy threw her arm around Sadie's neck, putting her in a headlock and dragging her back toward the bed. Sadie decided that fighting fair wasn't an issue and dug her fingernails into Candy's arm. Candy wailed and tightened her grip, cutting off Sadie's air supply.
Sadie pulled at Candy's arm, but the college girl was stronger than she appeared. That probably came with the crazy. How much time before she lost consciousness? She couldn't remember how long that took. She already was seeing black spots in front of her eyes.
She was about to pass out when the door slammed open and a group of girls spilled into the room. Sadie had a vague impression of baseball bats and scissors. One girl had what looked like a short whip in her hand. They converged on her, pulling Sadie from Candy's grasp.
Sadie fell to the floor and gasped for air. When she no longer felt like she was going to pass out, she turned around to see the other girls had wrestled Candy to the bed and were rolling her tightly in the pink quilt. That done, they sat on her.
Sadie now could see there were only four of them. Somehow it had seemed like there were twice that many when they'd come through the door. Perhaps that was because she was seeing double for lack of air.
"Thanks," She said. "You saved my life."
"Yeah," an athletic-looking girl sitting on Candy's legs spoke up. "It's become a regular thing. We live across the hall and keep one ear open for trouble. I don't know why no one presses charges, I would."
"Probably because she threatens to kill them if they do," Sadie said. "She's a regular horror."
"I am not a horror," came the strangled cry from within the quilt. "I'm misunderstood."
"Yeah, right." Sadie rolled her eyes. "She can go be misunderstood in prison."
At that moment, Zack came crashing through the door loaded for bear. He had his gun drawn and at least two officers at his back. If looks could kill the whole lot of them would have been
“Was?” Sadie asked.
Candy had a look of complete satisfaction on her face. “Her days of snubbing are over.”
Sadie put her hand in her pocket and dialed Zack’s number. She had practiced dialing without looking for moments just like this one.
“What do you mean?” Sadie asked.
“Didn’t you know? Sylvia Jones is dead, dead, dead.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Hey! What are you doing? Take your hand out of your pocket.”
Sadie pulled her hand from her pocket and held it up, empty. Candy stepped forward, put her hand in Sadie’s pocket and pulled out her phone. She glanced at it, dropped it on the floor and ground her heel into it. Sadie thought it was a good thing she didn’t get attached to phones because this one came to a particularly brutal end.
“What are you doing on the phone?” she asked.
“Don’t play innocent with me,” Candy snarled. “You were recording. You were going to blackmail me.”
“I don’t think so,” Sadie said, trying to make her way stealthily toward the door, one step at a time.
“Oh yes,” Candy said, looking Sadie up and down.
“You clearly don’t have enough money to successfully blackmail me. No matter. What you don’t know is I can kill you as easily as I killed her.” Sadie bolted for the door.
“No!” Candy yelled at the top of her voice, lunging for Sadie and grabbing her leg.
Sadie struggled to stay upright but lost her balance, going down with a yell of frustration. “Why didn’t I bring Lucy or Betty?” she thought, “or even better, Mr. B!”
She kicked out at Candy but didn’t connect. Candy held on harder and pulled her further away from the door. Sadie kicked again and wriggled free, scrambling away on hands and knees only to be grabbed by the back of the pants and hauled back again.
"You’re strong for such a puny thing," Sadie grunted, and then yelled, "Help me!" as loud as she could.
Candy threw her arm around Sadie's neck, putting her in a headlock and dragging her back toward the bed. Sadie decided that fighting fair wasn't an issue and dug her fingernails into Candy's arm. Candy wailed and tightened her grip, cutting off Sadie's air supply.
Sadie pulled at Candy's arm, but the college girl was stronger than she appeared. That probably came with the crazy. How much time before she lost consciousness? She couldn't remember how long that took. She already was seeing black spots in front of her eyes.
She was about to pass out when the door slammed open and a group of girls spilled into the room. Sadie had a vague impression of baseball bats and scissors. One girl had what looked like a short whip in her hand. They converged on her, pulling Sadie from Candy's grasp.
Sadie fell to the floor and gasped for air. When she no longer felt like she was going to pass out, she turned around to see the other girls had wrestled Candy to the bed and were rolling her tightly in the pink quilt. That done, they sat on her.
Sadie now could see there were only four of them. Somehow it had seemed like there were twice that many when they'd come through the door. Perhaps that was because she was seeing double for lack of air.
"Thanks," She said. "You saved my life."
"Yeah," an athletic-looking girl sitting on Candy's legs spoke up. "It's become a regular thing. We live across the hall and keep one ear open for trouble. I don't know why no one presses charges, I would."
"Probably because she threatens to kill them if they do," Sadie said. "She's a regular horror."
"I am not a horror," came the strangled cry from within the quilt. "I'm misunderstood."
"Yeah, right." Sadie rolled her eyes. "She can go be misunderstood in prison."
At that moment, Zack came crashing through the door loaded for bear. He had his gun drawn and at least two officers at his back. If looks could kill the whole lot of them would have been
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