James checked his unused burner phone—7:07 a.m. James opened the tool locker on his porch and pulled out a shovel. He tightened his work gloves. He heard the throaty roar of a V-8 in the distance. His heart pounded. “Go to the cellar,” he said to Brittany as he threw the shovel back in the locker...
It was mostly adults on the cold aluminum stands, their hot chocolates and coffees in hand. Some stood, shivering, their hands buried in their pockets. The students fought for standing room along the fence that separated the fans from the cheerleaders and football players. The students rarely wat...