“If you so much as touch him, you are a dead man.”Dead woman, I mentally corrected her.
“Starting to look a little suspicious, isn’t it? Administration does these things by appointment. How come you always get sent on an errand at the perfect time?”
Humphreys was smoking a cigar as I marched into his office. He sighed when he saw me and tapped the ashes from the end of his cigar.
The woman came to me again. “It’s time to go, Kelsey,” she said. “We’re moving you to a new home after that fiasco.”
The homeless man turned away and sauntered out of sight. I pointed my steps toward the coach and broke into a jog, but my mind followed the homeless man. The stubbly beard and cast-off clothes masked him well, but I knew those eyes.
“I don’t mean anything,” Humphreys said, coolly, his sudden frustration disappearing like ice cream in an oven. “Go back to your room.”
“I’m going to squeal on you,” she finally whispered. “You better run fast, but I gotta squeal.”
“Kelsey Harpman! If I have to call your name one more time…!” the coach shouted.