Shannon returned home from a long day of school and shopping. The eighteen year
old blonde had spent her one evening off of the week looking for new clothes so that she
could start going to job interviews. Her current job filing papers for a prestigious law firm
had grown dull. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, something she could learn
from and put down on her resume’e when she went off to law school. Instead of learning
how to put crooks behind bars and protect the innocent, she had learned that Mr. Baxter
liked his coffee black and Mr. Marshall, the younger of the two, liked his with a double
shot of cream.
After getting out of the car, Shannon straightened her pleated plaid skirt of her school
uniform and gathered her bags from the back seat of her car. She hurried into the house,
noting a black BMW parked in the street in front of her house. BMWs weren’t that
uncommon in...