Ezra Standish stared at the two week old headline in the Rocky Mountain
Newspaper. "Two Students shot at Ridge High School. One dead
the other critical." Ezra was just now beginning to understand the
extend of brutality that can reside within the supposive safety of school
walls. He had spent most of his youth shuffled from one foreign prep
school to the next. Never staying long enough to make friends much less enemies,
or becoming privy to the sometimes more sordid side of education.
There had been a recent upsurge of guns within the Denver school district,
mostly .38s and 9mms, and mostly by students. Someone was supplying
the students directly, right out of the school. Standish had been
undercover at Ridge High school for a week now, but had discovered very little.
Unfortunately, being undercover as a teacher was equivalent to being a cop
in a prison, no one trusted you. He only had rumors to go on, one being
that a teacher was involved, and used students to move merchandise.
He wanted to find out who the teacher was and where he was getting his supply
Ezra looked up and folded the paper closed as the dynamic duo, Wilmington
and Dunne, entered the conference room in their usual whirlwind of
activity. The rambunctious pair flopped down in the high back leather
chairs at the other end of the table.
Buck did a classic comedic double take when he noticed the suave undercover
agent seated at the other end. "Ezra! this has got to be a first, you
here before anyone else."
The boisterous agent was saved from receiving one of Standish's caustic critiques
of his own punctuality as Josiah and Nathan entered the conference room,
which seemed to shrink in size due to their imposing forms. Both men
stood well over six foot with Sanchez also harboring great mass next to Jackson's
more lean frame.
Vin Tanner smoothly strode in causing everyone to settle, knowing their
illustrious leader would soon follow. Larabee entered with a faint
smile on his usually impassive face. He actually seemed well rested
and relaxed after the long weekend. The ATF leader laid a powder blue
folder down on the table and took his seat. He opened the folder, glancing
quickly through several papers. Chris raised his pale blue eyes to
look at the six men he worked with and considered family.
"Josiah, Nathan how's the clean up coming on the McCall case?" Chris
asked his two most steadfast agents.
"We should finish up in a day or two, Chris. We just need a few more
statements from witnesses," Josiah stated, locking his hands behind his head.
Chris nodded then turned towards Buck. "You trace the serial numbers
on those M16s?"
"Yeah, but Vin and I are still trying to track down who got them out of the
"It shouldn't be to hard, all our suspects are army reservists," Vin added.
Chris turned to agent Dunne, the youngest member of their team, who was slumped
down in his chair, his arms crossed over his still forming chest. "JD,
you finish those reports?"
"Yeah, in triplicate," JD remarked bitterly. The sarcasm was not lost
on his fellow co-workers, since reports were now done on the computer.
His tone was rather surprising, and Buck elbowed his young friend in the
ribs only to receive a venomous glare. JD Dunne had been with the team
for almost six months and had only been on one raid. Mostly, he was
ensconced in the records room or stuck at his computer looking up information
for the others. He was getting tired of being treated like a kid, someone
who needed protecting. Even during the raid he had to stay with the
truck as the others went in, risking their lives. Luckily, it was one
of the few times when none of the stalwart agents were injured.
"Chris, can't I help Buck and Vin track down those M16s?" JD asked, failing
to remove the pleading in his voice. He loved being a part of this
team, the Magnificent 7 as they had come to be called, but their constant
paternal smothering was about to drive him insane.
Chris looked at the young man, too young he thought. He knew he was
being overly protective of the boy, but he just couldn't help it.
He knew he was being unfair, but what was so wrong with making sure the kid
at least lived to see his 25th birthday?
"Sorry JD, but I do have a job for you," Chris added, hoping to cheer up
the eager young agent.
"Really!" JD's face lit up, making him appear even younger, if that
"Yeah, a liquor store at Osage and Downing is under suspicion for selling
cigarettes and liquor to minors. I need you to check it out," he explained,
hoping it didn't sound to much like the circumspect duty it was. "Shut
them down for 45 days if the charge proves authentic. You'll be working
with Agent Harrison."
The others could almost hear the thud as JD's excitement dropped to the floor,
along with his face. He didn't try to hide his disappointment.
A safe job, and he wouldn't even being doing it on his own.
"Brother Dunne, every job is important," Josiah added, trying to boost the
"Yeah, right." Conviction definitely lacking in his quiet reply. He
kept his head down refusing to meet anyone's eyes.
Wilmington threw an arm across his young friend's shoulder. "Cheer
up JD, I'll let you fill out mine and Vin's reports," Buck chuckled,
but was immediately struck dumb by the glare he received from the sullen
agent. Josiah shook his head at Buck's inconsideration. Sometimes
the man just didn't think before opening his mouth. He knew Buck loved
JD like a brother, why didn't he see the young agent's disappointment.
The blond leader turned to Ezra hoping to relieve or at least move some of
the tension that hung in the air. Wilmington kept his eyes down and
his hands clasped in front of him, finally realizing it would be better too
keep his mouth shut for the time being.
"How are you coming at the High School?" Larabee asked his undercover
agent. It took Ezra a moment to gather his thoughts. He had felt bad
for the young computer genius. He understood probably better than anyone
how hard it was to prove oneself.
"I seem to be at an impasse, Mr. Larabee," Ezra finally responded.
"And?" Chris prompted.
"Well, a teacher can only garnish so much trust. I'm still trying to
get a name. I have learned that one of the school staff is involved
as well as several students."
Larabee seemed to consider this for a moment. "Keep on it.
We need to find out who's selling guns to students, preferably before someone
else gets shot. As soon as you get some names we'll put more men in
there with you." Chris hated having any of his men working alone, but
everyone was spread thin right now.
Larabee closed his folder ending the morning's briefing. The agents
filed out of the conference room to commence their assign duties. JD
remained seated, thoughts of 'are those reports done...you can do mine and
Vin's report...work with agent Harrison,' going through his head.
Dunne took a deep breath, held it then slowly released it. He licked
his lips as an idea slowly emerged. A small glint twinkled in his dark
eyes and a mischievous smile appeared on his boyish face.
Standish smiled as he stepped up to the secretary's desk, not missing, but
ignoring the flirtatious come-ons of the attractive red-headed secretary.
Ezra loved beautiful women, but not overbearing, nymphomaniacs, and this
woman was doing everything, but laying on the desk and spreading her legs.
"Miss Davenport, I wish to speak to Mr. Gonzales," Ezra drawled. His
southern accent sending a luscious shiver up the secretary's spine, causing
her to lick her full red lips.
"Yes Mr. Starkly, he's expecting you," she purred.
Ezra nodded, thinking he should sic Wilmington on her. He entered the
principal's office closing the door behind him. Charity Davenport continued
to stare at the space where Ezra had stood, before entering the office.
She let out a quivering breath and ran her hand over her breast. She
could always get any man she wanted, and boy did she want that one, but he
didn't seem interested. She hoped that maybe he was gay, this at least
helped appease her self-esteem some.
Manuel Gonzales brought his small, stocky body around the oak desk, offering
his hand to the ATF agent and gesturing him to a nearby chair as he returned
to his desk.
"Well, Mr. Standish, how is it going?" Gonzales asked with a hopeful
Manuel Gonzales was a middle aged man with thinning black hair and a gray
mustache. He had only recently been selected for the position of principal,
unaware of the problems he was walking into. The school board was watching
him very carefully, wondering how he was going to deal with the gun problem
at the school. Luckily, Mr. Gonzales was a close friend of DA
Travis and when he went to the Judge to ask for help, Travis offered his
"Not very well I'm afraid. It's hard to earn the students trust being
a new teacher thrown into the middle of the semester. I do know one
of your staff is the ring leader," Ezra sadly informed.
Manuel Gonzales bowed his head, the dejection on his face bringing a frown
to Ezra's own visage. Gonzales knew if something wasn't done soon about
the gun situation the board would find someone else to take his place.
Gonzales raised his dark eyes, meeting the concern on the undercover
"Now Mr. Gonzales, I'm not about to give up, these things take time." Ezra
tried to alleviate some of his fears. He liked the highly qualified
man and would hate to see him lose his job over this.
"I know Mr. Standish, but my time is running out. The board expects
to see results and soon." Manuel ran his hand down his tired face.
He loved this job and this school and would hate to have to relocate
again. Even his family loved living in Colorado.
Ezra stood up. "I assure you sir, I will do everything in my power
to discover who is behind this."
Ezra stepped up to the door of his classroom just as the first bell rang.
He stopped when he heard his name called.
"Mr. Starkly, hold up a minute."
Standish looked down the hall to see Stan Novak, the economics teacher, striding
towards him. He was a veteran teacher of 23 years, fifteen of those
spent here at Ridge High. He sported a rather bad black toupee, his
own gray strands sticking out from underneath. He stopped in front
of Standish trying to catch his breath. He was a heavy smoker, which accounted
for his obvious lack of stamina. Ezra feigned a smile for the huffing
and puffing teacher. Everyone was aware of Stan's contempt for
the school system, the principal, the board and especially today's youth.
"Mr. Starkly are you going to attend the teacher's meeting this evening?
We teachers need to stick together against them." Stan gave Ezra a conspiratory
nudge and grin.
"And who Mr. Novak, is them?" Ezra tiredly asked. He always wondered
why the man continued to teach if had such hatred and fear towards his students.
"You know the little homicidal monsters we teach. We're going to discuss
the possibility of teachers being allowed to carry concealed weapons
in the classroom. I for one don't want to be shot because I gave some
deranged student a bad grade."
Standish kept his face impassive at the paranoid ramblings of the economics
teacher. The thought of Stan Novak carrying around a loaded gun caused
a cold shudder of horror within the imperturbable agent. "I'm sorry
Mr. Novak, but I have a prior commitment, if you'll excuse me I'm late for
class." Ezra flung open the door causing Novak to step out of the
He glared at the southerner, his mouth agape. Standish turned his back
and entered the classroom getting everyone's immediate attention, especially
the females. He was working undercover as a History teacher, keeping
to the topic of the Civil War and early west. It was a subject he was
most familiar with and for some inexplicable reason enjoyed. He figured
the other agents he worked with would find it equally strange that someone
who preferred Armani suits and caviar would love the idea of gunfights and
playing poker in a rustic smoke-filled saloon. The old west held an
allure that he could not explain. The simplicity of life wrapped within
a harsh reality.
Ezra placed his briefcase ontop his desk and turned to face the class, a
faint grin on his handsome face. "I hope everyone read their assignment last
night, because there's going to be an impromptu test later." His smile
grew, revealing his dimples, at the groans that rose from the students.
He actually found himself enjoying this undercover assignment.
Standish turned to the blackboard and began writing when the classroom door
opened. A young man entered, coming up to his desk and handing him
a piece of paper without saying a word, or meeting his eyes. Ezra's
green eyes narrowed as he read the slip of paper.
"Okay, Mr. Matt Olsen, you can take the empty seat over there." He
pointed to a far seat in the corner. Ezra followed the young man with
his eyes as he plopped down in the assigned seat. "Please see me after
class for missed assignments." Ezra returned to the board picking up
where he left off. Forty-five minutes later the bell sounded for end
of class. Everyone paraded past Starkly's desk, laying the completed
test down in front of him, and hurrying out. Matt Olsen remained in
his seat looking up at the now glaring southerner as the last of the students
exited and closed the door.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Mr. Dunne?" Ezra jumped from
his seat casting a withering glare at the dark-haired agent. JD visibly
shrunk back down into his seat, deciding it would be safer to remain seated
for the time being.
Standish ran his hand down his clean shaven face, it had taken everything
he had not to slip up when JD first walked in.
"I want to help, Ezra. You said yourself that you were at a dead end
and that being a teacher you could only get so close," JD reminded him.
"Yes," Ezra prompted, drumming his fingers on the desk.
"Well, who can get closer than another student," JD proudly exclaimed.
He had thought the idea was brilliant at the time, but now looking at the
slow simmering undercover agent, maybe he hadn't thought everything through.
Ezra let out a breath realizing the logic behind it and knowing that JD honestly
wanted to help. And actually, he had to admit, it was a good idea.
If he had thought Larabee would of gone for it he would of suggested it.
"Does Mr. Larabee know?"
JD bowed his head giving Ezra his answer.
"Aww hell, he'll kill me if I let you continue this charade."
Dunne pushed himself out of his chair and was now standing in front of the
older agent's desk. "C'mon Ezra, everyone treats me like a kid.
Chris says, always go with your strengths. Well, my strength is I can
pass myself off as a high school student, and help you crack this case."
Standish came around and sat on the edge of his desk staring intently at
the young agent. He knew the youngest member of the team had a hard
time getting the others to respect him and treat him as an equal. JD
was a electronic and surveillance whiz. His computer hacking skills
were beyond reproach, even Ezra's own endless knowledge of computers was
put to shame by the young computer expert. But no one saw this, they
only saw the boy they wanted to protect, even Chris gave him safe assignments.
JD decided to try another tactic, one he had learned from Vin. "I'm going
to do it with or without your help," he threatened.
"Don't threaten me, Mr. Dunne!" Ezra stood, even though he didn't hold the
stature of Josiah or Chris he still was an imposing figure. His vibrant
green eyes seemed to burn right through to your soul.
Dunne noticeably slumped, a puppy whipped expression on his face. (It
never worked for Vin either) He hadn't meant to be disrespectful to
the cultured undercover agent. For as well as Ezra could read people
he didn't realize how much JD looked up to him.
"How did you get out of your assignment with Agent Harrison?" Ezra asked
trying to change the subject to ease the growing tension.
A small smile tugged at the young agent's lips. "I promised to do his reports
for a month if he'd cover for me."
Ezra thought for a moment running his fingers through his thick sandy brown
hair. JD was asking for a chance, a chance to prove his worth.
Why shouldn't he give the youth the same opportunity that Larabee had given
him. "Okay, but if the situation starts getting complicated you are
to extricate yourself immediately. I don't want to have to face Larabee's
and Wilmington's wrath if anything were to happen to you."
The young agent's face gleamed at the chance to prove himself. "Don't worry
Ezra everything will be fine." Agent Dunne headed out the door only
to return seconds later. "Ah Ezra, can you write me a pass to my next
class," he asked sheepishly.
Ezra shook his head at the enthusiastic young agent. He hoped he wasn't
making a mistake he would later regret. JD Dunne was a man and a full
fledge agent something the others seem to forget or ignore.
Over the next couple of days Matt Olsen, aka JD Dunne, attended classes
like any other High school student. He even had to squelch the romantic
advances of a female teen. But, unlike most teens he was also putting
out feelers that he was interested in buying a gun. He was relieved
that things hadn't changed that much since he had graduated five years
ago. He kept his usual outgoing demeanor under wraps, instead, maintaining
a rather menacing indifference. He skipped a couple classes in the
afternoon to perpetrate his delinquent behavior. Ezra and him would
usually meet in the hallway under everyone's nose in the guise of him asking
about an assignment. The young agent even flipped the undercover teacher
off in front of everyone. Standish made a mental note to get even with
the suddenly arrogant youth.
Starkly's class was enthralling as evident by the concentrated stares of
his pupils. Ezra never even referenced the book. The ever surprising
agent, brought the wild west to life, and even JD found himself drawn in,
as Standish spun tales of river boat gamblers, gunslingers and lawmen.
For a man who was comfortable in three piece tailored suits even when fishing,
and whose idea of roughing it was a stay at the Embassy Suites. Ezra
seemed fascinated and well versed with the crude and harsh life style
of the old west. JD realized just how little, him and the others knew
about the solitary agent.
Dunne was throwing a couple books into his locker when a young black man
materialized at his side and whispered, "You lookin' to buy a gun?"
JD didn't turn, but quietly murmured, "Yeah."
"Follow me." The young black boy walked off towards a nearby restroom
and JD followed. A boy, whose pallor almost matched the white porcelain
sink which he sat on, was waiting. He was taller than JD with shoulder
length blondish-brown hair and brown eyes.
"Is he the one Jamal?" The white boy asked, jumping down from his perch.
"Yeah, says he's lookin' to buy a gun."
JD remained silent as Ezra had instructed him, letting the boys say as much
on their own as possible. He noticed the silver stud in the white kid's
tongue as he talked to Jamal.
"What 'cha want?" The tongue studded boy asked, slowly circling the young
agent. Jamal had taken up position by the door discouraging anyone
"A .38," JD replied.
"What 'cha want it for?"
"Hell, if I was going to be asked twenty questions I'd go buy it legal like,"
Dunne sneered and was preparing to walk away, just as Ezra had instructed,
when the kid put an arm across his shoulders.
"What 'cha name?" The young dealer asked.
"It'll cost you a hundred."
"Fine," JD replied, his dark eyes now meeting the young man's brown ones.
"Okay Matt, meet us here at lunch tomorrow with the money."
The two young men left, and JD took a deep breath releasing the nervous,
excitement he had held. "God, how did Ezra do it?" He chuckled,
wiping the palms of his hands down his pants. The young ATF agent
couldn't believe it he had made contact, they believed him.
JD met up with Standish in the school parking lot after school hours.
He had managed to get a copy of last year's school year book and found the
pictures of the two boys in it.
"Ezra, a David Sheperd and Jamal Mantlo just approached me to sell me a gun,"
JD excitedly exclaimed.
Standish hid it behind an impassive smile, but he was proud of the young
agent. He had handled himself well "You did well Mr. Dunne, now
if you can get the name of the teacher whose involved I can have Mr. Larabee
Standish still felt uneasy having JD in the middle of a potentially volatile
situation. He knew the young man was trying to prove himself he only
wished he could do it in a less dangerous manner.
At the morning briefing Buck was teasing JD about his liquor store assignment,
but wasn't getting much of a rise out of his young friend. Luckily,
JD had the forethought to talk to Agent Harrison and was able to give Larabee
an accurate update.
"Congratulations Ezra, I hear you finally got a lead, good job," Chris praised.
The suave undercover agent glanced over at Dunne, hating to take the credit,
he just smiled and nodded at Larabee's adulation. JD bowed his head
hiding the smirk behind the hair that fell in front of his face. Sanchez
caught the somewhat surreptitious interaction between the two agents and
furrowed his brow. Those two were up to something.
Dunne met David Sheperd and Jamal Mantlo in the same restroom the next day
during lunch. He handed David the money, which he quickly counted then
nodded to Jamal who handed JD the gun. Dunne immediately took it and
slipped it in his waist band under his coat. This impressed the young
gun runner, most of his buyers would ooh and ahhh and nervously inspect the
weapon, risking someone coming in and catching them.
"You have a pretty good thing going here," JD absently remarked.
"Yeah, it's not bad," David replied sticking the money inside his jacket.
He had been watching the dark-haired student all day.
"I don't suppose you're looking for a partner?" JD asked, hoping he wasn't
pushing his luck. But he was running out of time and excuses.
Agent Harrison was ready to wrap up the liquor store and was growing tired
of covering for the absent agent.
David played with the stud in his tongue as he eyed the young undercover
agent and for a moment JD thought he had blown it.
"Yeah, we could use someone, but you'll have to meet with approval.
We'll be in touch." With that David slapped Dunne on the back and left
the rest room.
Agent Dunne knew they would be checking up on him, but Ezra had already taken
care of that contingency by planting a phony file in the school records.
He even gave JD a juvenile record.
Dunne informed Ezra about his meet with the two gun runners and about his
possible meeting with the boss. Standish was pleased, soon they could
bring Larabee and the others in and end this.
JD continued his charade. He didn't see Sheperd or Mantlo all the following
day, and by the end of the second day was starting to get worried that nothing
was going to happen.
At the sound of the last bell, the young undercover agent made his way through
the throng of students. He saw Sheperd standing at his locker, an insipid
grin on his ashen face. JD sauntered up glaring at the young blond
headed boy until he stepped aside, allowing JD to dump his books into his
"Tonight at six in Kindrick park." Was all David said then walked off.
JD knew he should inform Ezra and bring in the others, but he also knew he
Standish answered his door bell somewhat surprised to see JD standing there,
especially without Buck dogging his heels. He moved aside allowing
the visibly keyed up youth to enter. JD started immediately pacing
Ezra's living room. He knew what he was about to say was going to anger
the older agent.
"Mr. Dunne, to what do I owe this intrusion?" Ezra asked.
"I'm making contact at six tonight at the park," JD finally blurted out,
shrinking back, expecting to get slapped upside the head.
"What! why didn't you tell me sooner?" Ezra yelled, noticing that it was
already twenty to six.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't want you getting the others involved," JD
explained. He hated deceiving his friend this way, but he had something
"I'm coming with you."
"No Ezra, if you're spotted it could blow the whole thing. I'm going
to find out who the ring leader is, please let me do this on my own."
Ezra suddenly found himself between the proverbial rock and a hard place,
not a position he relished. He glared at the young agent, now he knew
how Buck felt. There wasn't even time to put a wire on him.
"I don't like this Mr. Dunne, we should notify Mr. Larabee and the others."
JD stopped his shuffling feet. "And risk loosing this guy. Those two
kids are under eighteen all they'll get is a slap on the wrist and who ever
is supplying will just get more kids to do his dirty work," JD explained,
hoping he sounded convincing.
Standish ran his hand nervously through his hair, his usual calm composure
eroding with the pressure now placed on him. "Alright but, I will be
close by." Ezra raised his hand cutting off the young agent's
argument. "It's either that or I call Larabee."
JD wanted to finish this. He wanted to be the one to close the case, if Chris
and the others got involved he would be pushed to the side to safety once
again. He had to finish this to prove to them and to himself.
"Okay, but promise me you'll let me handle this, please Ez."
"JD, everyone needs backup." Ezra smiled inwardly at this, even he
was finally realizing the need for trust and friendship.
"I know, listen, as soon as I know who it is I'm gone, okay."
Dunne stood by a bench covered with graffiti, just inside Kindrick park.
He wrapped his coat tight as a late autumn breeze kicked up dead leaves,
swirling them around his sneakers. Ezra had parked his jag across the
street from the park; he could just barely make out JD standing alone.
It was after six and JD began to fear that no one was going to show.
Then he turned at the sound of footsteps and recognized David and Jamal as
they materialized out of the night. He swallowed the sudden nervous
knot in his throat, which only moved it to his stomach. 'If you believe,
they'll believe,' he kept saying to himself the adage that Ezra practically
"Hey you made it, good," David remarked. He liked the dark-haired
kid. They had checked him out, and discovered he even had a juvenile
record for car theft. "Don't mind if we pat you down now, security,
JD raised his arms as Jamal thoroughly frisked him then backed away.
Sheperd came up alongside the young undercover agent and placed a brotherly
arm across his shoulders. "I like you kid, we're going to make a good
JD smiled up at the soon to be busted gun runner.
"Our boss will be here shortly, once you pass muster we'll start making plans."
Ezra watched as two boys approached agent Dunne, one of them patting him
down. He was grateful now that they hadn't put a wire on him.
A few minutes later a long black sedan pulled up and switched off its
headlights. It was almost pitch black, the clouds having obscured any
light from the quarter moon, which hung in the sky. Ezra saw two figures
exit the back seat of the car and stop. They didn't approach, but seemed
to talk for a second. He watched as they walked towards Dunne and the
other two young boys. Standish silently cursed that he couldn't make
out who it was from this distance.
JD couldn't make out who had exited the car, and he nervously shuffled his
feet and stuck his hands deep into his pockets.
A large, well built man approached wearing a tan trenchcoat. He had
white hair and a long face, which appeared to break in half as a wide, white
smile appeared. Another young man stood at his side. JD could
only see that he was small with blondish hair. The large man came closer,
and JD recognized him immediately as Louis Feldman, the football coach.
He had studied and become familiar with all the staff member's pictures in
the year book.
"So Mr. Olsen, you wish to join our little enterprise?" Feldman asked,
his tone dripping with insincerity. He loved using these kids, it was
so easy, most were so gullible. He had already made enough to retire
on and was preparing to move on soon. But there was one more large
shipment coming in which he had to move quickly, so he was willing to take
on more help.
"Yeah," Dunne replied warily, noticing that the small kid standing
next to Feldman stared intently at him. JD started getting a bad feeling.
Suddenly the young man next to Feldman grabbed him by the sleeve pulling
his face down to his. He whispered something into his ear and Louis'
smile fell. The football coach slowly straighten, his gray eyes
narrowing. JD's breath got lost somewhere between his lungs and throat
when Feldman drew his gun.
"It appears Mr. Matt Olsen is a cop," Louis Feldman announced. David
and Jamal scurried away from the young agent. Sheperd's eyes darted
frantically around the encircling night expecting to be surrounded by police
at any minute.
"What! I'm not a cop," JD tried to deny, his own eyes matching
Sheperds as they searched for some avenue of escape.
The smaller boy finally stepped closer, and as JD got a better look at him,
"It appears that Mike Pauley here knows Mr. Dunne from previous encounters
back in Boston," Feldman explained with a knowing smile.
"Small world, officer Dunne," Mike sneered. This was beyond belief
what were the odds? Officer Dunne had arrested Mike Pauley for drug
trafficking last year in Boston. He was only fifteen so was released
to his very prestigious parents, who decided to move away to avoid the scandal.
Standish knew something was up. The two boys, who had been standing
close to JD had suddenly moved away from him like he had the plague or something.
"And I bet that new teacher I saw you talking to a couple times is your partner,
right Mr. Dunne?" Louis asked. "You see we were keeping an eye on you for
the last couple days, never can be to careful."
Oh God, they knew about Ezra and it was all his fault. "I work alone,"
JD said trying to sound convincing.
"I doubt that, but we won't take any chances. We'll take care of Mr.
Starkly later, after we take care of you," Feldman menacingly replied.
Suddenly everyone was blinded by headlights bearing down on them. David and
Jamal froze as the black jag came racing across the manicured lawn.
Louis Feldman fired at JD, who had turned and was about to run. Then
he and the three students jumped into the sedan. Ezra stopped his car
and jumped out, gun in hand as the sedan tore off. He turned around
to see JD laying motionless on the ground a dark liquid pool forming around
"Aww shit!" Ezra pulled out his cell phone at the same time racing
to JD's side.
"I need an ambulance now at Kindrick Park!" Ezra yelled into the
phone. He slowly turned the young agent over and checked for a pulse,
relieved to find even a faint one. He ripped out the lining from his
suede jacket and placed it on the bleeding head wound. The bullet had
cut a jagged path across JD's temple. Ezra pulled the boy's head and
shoulders into his lap, continuing to hold pressure to try and stop the bleeding.
"Hang on JD, please hang on," Ezra pleaded, looking up into the night sky,
praying to whatever deity was up there to spare the young agent's life.
He heard the siren growing closer and felt the tears streaming down his face.