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Chapter 1

The Story The Authors

Assistant Principal's head cocked in the direction of the noises with a spastic jerk. "Shit" he muttered under his breath. "OK you kids, It's time for you to run along home now" He grabbed each of them by the arm roughly and began breathlessly propelling them towards the cemetary gates. "Officer Hickey's down there. He'll see you home. And come Monday we'll start talking detention. Now you just run along now." He stood and watched them exit the gates nervously fumbling in his pockets for a cigarette from his crumpled pack of Lucky's. Before heading back into the grounds in search of more miscreants.
On the other side of the gates stood all six feet and 250lbs of Officer Matthew Hickey hands on hips trying his best to look menacing. The effect was more like a hirsute Tweedledee playing dress up. Incongruously, despite the chill October air he seemed sweaty. He always did. (The product of hyperactive glands and a penchant for snacking on pickled habeneros in the squad car.) Lanark

Assistant Principal Hadley stood pensively as Geraldine and Adam walked away. What had they seen? he wondered. How much, and whom, and at what point in the evening's proceedings? Probably just kids being kids, but he'd better let Kickey work 'em over down the station all night just to be on the safe side. If they hadn't seen anything tonight, they'd certainly done something wrong along the way, something which he, Assistant Principal Hadley, ought to know about but did not. Yet. Pain was the great revealer. It always had been. Philip

As soon as Assistant Principal Hadley was out of sight, Geraldine paused to look back into the cemetary through the wrought iron fence.
"C'mon Geraldine. You heard Hadley, let's just get out of here." Adam urged.
"No," said Geraldine pensively. "Something's not right." She walked back towards the entrance of the necropolis.
"Geraldine, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to follow Hadley and see what he's up to." My name is Geraldine, so don't call me Miss Marple. "Are you coming with me?"
"You are nutty, Geraldine. But hell, it might turn out to be kind of interesting." Adam caught up with Geraldine and took her hand.
"My name is Geraldine." she whispered as they crept through the graveyard. "So don't call me nutty." cuddles

The Story	The Authors
Assistant Principal's head cocked in the direction of the noises with a spastic jerk. "Shit" he muttered under his breath. "OK you kids, It's time for you to run along home now" He grabbed each of them by the arm roughly and began breathlessly propelling them towards the cemetary gates. "Officer Hickey's down there. He'll see you home. And come Monday we'll start talking detention. Now you just run along now." He stood and watched them exit the gates nervously fumbling in his pockets for a cigarette from his crumpled pack of Lucky's. Before heading back into the grounds in search of more miscreants. On the other side of the gates stood all six feet and 250lbs of Officer Matthew Hickey hands on hips trying his best to look menacing. The effect was more like a hirsute Tweedledee playing dress up. Incongruously, despite the chill October air he seemed sweaty. He always did. (The product of hyperactive glands and a penchant for snacking on pickled habeneros in the squad car.)	Lanark
Assistant Principal Hadley stood pensively as Geraldine and Adam walked away. What had they seen? he wondered. How much, and whom, and at what point in the evening's proceedings? Probably just kids being kids, but he'd better let Kickey work 'em over down the station all night just to be on the safe side. If they hadn't seen anything tonight, they'd certainly done something wrong along the way, something which he, Assistant Principal Hadley, ought to know about but did not. Yet. Pain was the great revealer. It always had been.	Philip
As soon as Assistant Principal Hadley was out of sight, Geraldine paused to look back into the cemetary through the wrought iron fence. "C'mon Geraldine. You heard Hadley, let's just get out of here." Adam urged. "No," said Geraldine pensively. "Something's not right." She walked back towards the entrance of the necropolis. "Geraldine, what are you doing?" "I'm going to follow Hadley and see what he's up to." My name is Geraldine, so don't call me Miss Marple. "Are you coming with me?" "You are nutty, Geraldine. But hell, it might turn out to be kind of interesting." Adam caught up with Geraldine and took her hand. "My name is Geraldine." she whispered as they crept through the graveyard. "So don't call me nutty."	cuddles

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