The Law of Motion (Law Series) by Di'Nisha Robinson Page B

voice snapped over the line. "I just wanted to make sure Mrs. Marshall was paying attention."
                  Mrs.?
                  "What do you want?" I snapped, snatching the phone from Ross’s hand.
                  "That will come in time," the voice sighed dramatically. "I have a lot I’ll need from you if I plan to get ahead, but first, I plan to get even. Stay close to your phone Mrs. Marshall.”
                  The call ended, but everyone around me was still and silent. I looked to Cam, who was still on his phone.
                  "Throwaway phone," he muttered, nodding like he'd guessed that would be the case. "Trace it as best you can, Tink. Anything on the truck?" he asked her, sighing deeply. "Well, let me know what you get." When he hung up, he reported to us. "The car was stolen, but Tink is running a search for anything or anyone connected to you that may have a car lik e "
                  " What about an Amber Alert?" Ross snapped, standing up from in front of me and starting to pace.
                  "Already done, Roslyn," Cam said calmly. "I've sent it out from here, to Canada, to Florida, all the way west to California."
                  "Is there anything else?" I asked, pointing to the bathroom behind us. "There's got to be something we’re missing." I turned focusing on him. "Did you see any-fucking-thing, Harris?"
                  He flinched at the use of his last name. "No, I'm sorry."
                  Cam nodded, turned to the officer standing next to him. "Get as many statements as you can."
                  "What about Mrs. Moretti?" the officer asked.
                  "I’ll take care of it," I sighed wearily. "I want Tawny and Ross back at their office. I want Tink there with them the next time these assholes call Chance?"
                  "Is everyone accounted for?" Dario asked, looking around the Expo, which was coming to an end. "You know, kids, teachers, and employees."
                  "The bus driver is gone," Adrian added, looking up at me when I spun to look at him. "The one that tried to pick up Juan...he's gone.”
                  “Did you see him in the bathroom?” I asked.
                  "No, I didn't fucking see him!" He growled. "I was too busy getting my head cracked open like an Easter egg.”
                  "Okay, okay," Macon stepped forward, placing a heavy hand on Adrian’s shoulder.  It wasn’t like him to play peacekeeper. "Let's get this shit back to the office."
                  "I'll find out the driver’s name and check into the company that hired him," Cam said softly, looking between us. "You two," he ordered, pointing to Jackson and Dario, "I need you guys under the radar until I can legally help. It'll be better than having to rely on my office."
                  "Got it," Jackson said, giving Adrian a strange look as he put an arm around me. "Let's go.”
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                  "Sit down," Doc requested, pulling me into a seat in the conference room. "I already sketched a photo of the bus driver but I need you to describe the other guys."
                  I could see she was trying to get me to focus, but it was hard. I was riddled with guilt as I looked into her worried, but patient face. Why she wasn’t beating me up made no sense. This whole thing was my fault. I should've never let him out of my sight. I shouldn’t have let him go. Everyone blamed me, and the fact that no one looked me in the eye proved it.
                  “Was Juan wearing the watch I gave him for Christmas last year?” Tink called from the computer room.
                  Doc thought through it, “Yes… why?” She asked getting up with me following the sound of her