“The f**k happened?” I ignore the pointed glares I receive from the school staff awkwardly pacing around the perimeter. The kids are long gone, so I’m not going to hold back. And if I weren’t comforting Clara, I wouldn’t be holding back off the security team lead when he’s within arm’s reach.
The man winces. “We weren’t going to hand her over, I swear. But he pulled all the stops and had the credentials—”
“The f**k do you mean?”
He sighs and pulls out his phone to show me the camera feed. Sure enough, Martin f*****g Patterson strolls into the camera’s view with one hand on his belt and the other holding up his badge. He goes to the desk, chats up the secretary, and flashes his badge again. She does genuinely look uncertain, and at first, it looks like she’s refusing him access or infor
