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Chapter 86 - Ambush!

But Tamara knew she’d have to wait, at least for another week, before she could even think of how to bring any offense to bear against the people trying to find her. She’d be returning to the Real World following next weekend and would become buried in all of her projects and couldn’t let a problem with no apparent solution distract her.

In addition to all of her ongoing projects, at the end of June, she had been appointed to a tenure-track position as an assistant professor in the Physics and Astronomy Department with a joint appointment in the Electrical and Computer Engineering Department. She had one course to teach this fall in each department and needed to organize her course materials as soon as she returned from the resort.

During the week that followed Winnie’s team’s visit, Tamara and Peter enjoyed the resort’s relaxing daily pace. She ran every morning with Winnie and was accompanied most mornings by a crowd. JoAnne was there every day; so were many of the other cousins. Tom and Lynette ran most mornings and Denise and Kevin ran with them three times.

On Monday’s run, while they were stretching, Tamara asked JoAnne if she wanted to set the run’s pace or if she wanted to run ahead.

JoAnne chuckled, “I’m guessing that you want to try to race me next Sunday and you want to sandbag so I can’t see my competition. Am I right?”

“Not sayin’,” Tamara grinned at her. “But the one you need to watch out for is Winnie. I suspect when she runs with me, she’s holding back. She really has a kick at the end of our 8Ks.”

“Damn. Too bad v-ball and cross country are both fall sports in her school,” JoAnne said. “She could for sure score a running scholarship. How do you want to run today?”

“Today’s a leg day for us,” she said. “This is when we do our hardest workout, once a week. I do a starting pace of 6:00 and we go for negative splits. Winnie and I ran an unofficial 5-K in 17:49 back in April when we first tried the negative splits. Doing that’s a killer.”

“Okay then, you do that and I’ll follow your pace. So this’ll be a 5K?” JoAnne asked.

“Yep. Warmup for Sunday.”

As they were getting ready to began the run, Tamara told the other runners of her plans for her pace.

“I’m starting at 6:00. That’s a very fast pace. But we’re doing negative splits this run which means that after mile one, the pace will be 5:40. On the last split, we’re going all out; I’m aiming for 5:30. That would put us in at around 17:50. JoAnne’s the only one here who’s consistently run under that time. Okay, do your best—let’s hit the trail.”

The first runners back were JoAnne and Winnie; they were abreast of each other as they passed the 5-K marker at 17:17. Tamara’s time was 17:48—her best. Two other regular runners came in immediately behind Tamara and the rest, about 19 to 20 minutes. All were excellent times for recreational runners.

JoAnne looked at Winnie after she did a quick cool-down stretch. “Winnie, gal, you were just pacing me, right? It felt like you still had more speed. I wasn’t going all out, myself; this was just a training run.”

Winnie nodded to her. “Yeah. I could go faster.”

“You know you’ve got some serious wheels there, right, honey?” JoAnne asked.

“Yeah. Papa taught me to run and how to train for it. What’s your 5-K time?” Winnie asked.

“My best 5000 meter track event time was 15:37 and for the 6-K X-C event, I average 19:55. My best 5-K was 16:58. My high-school times weren’t as fast but they still got me a track scholarship at Penn State; it’s a D1 school. Um, your papa was your grandfather, I heard. He taught you proper running form?”

“He did. And he could run for hours. He was a game warden for the state and he would cover miles by foot every day. Running is in our blood. ‘Running’ in Cherokee is adatlisvi and my language has six different ways to make verbs to mean things to do with running. Papa told me that the Cherokee, when called to go to war, would cover hundreds of miles in just a few days by foot.”

“Damn... are the Cherokee like the Kenyans and Ethiopians?” JoAnne asked. “They totally dominate the marathons.”

“Huh. No idea about that,” Winnie replied. “I don’t know any other Cherokee ... I take that back. Here’s Denise. She’s part Cherokee; ask her.”

“Ask me what, Winnie?” Denise asked as she walked up. “Shit, you two, you smoked the rest of us. What was your time?”

“Um, 17:17, Denise,” Winnie replied. “JoAnne asked if the Cherokee were like the Kenyans ... the east Africans, I guess ... in running. They dominate marathons, JoAnne says. I don’t know anything about that. Do you know any other Cherokee people?”

“Distant relatives. All my mom’s age or older and I don’t know if they ran at all,” Denise said. “Say, maybe it’s the geography of east Africa. I think I recall that it’s kinda mountainous there and the Great Rift Valley goes through that area. Maybe growing up running at higher altitudes helps.”

“So maybe that’s why I’m a good runner,” Winnie remarked. “And why the Cherokee are. Our peoples lived mostly in the mountains and ran everywhere. I ran with Papa on the mountain roads and trails in our area, growing up with him. Maybe that’s why, JoAnne.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” JoAnne replied. “How did you do, Denise?”

“I wasn’t keeping time, but I was just behind Tom and he was a bit back from Tamara. Damn, she’s quite a good runner too.”

Tamara came over to them.

“You were under 18, Denise, that’s a great time, and you were two seconds behind Tom,” Tamara said. “For a big guy, I’m impressed at how fast he can run.”

~~~~

Saturday was the second volleyball clinic and games and Kevin’s group and all the cousins participated. Despite the hopeful comments from the resort’s women’s team members, Tamara’s and Barbara’s schedules didn’t allow their taking off a day or two at the end of Labor Day week to play at the Superbowl.

The resort’s Naked 5-K race was the following day. A number of regular members ran in it and so did the cousins and Tamara’s friends. About sixty outside people came in to race too.

Again, JoAnne was the top female finisher and second overall. The male winner was a track athlete from Maryland who posted a 16:52 time. JoAnne was second at 17:08 and Winnie was right on her heels at 17:09 and third overall. An outside guy was fourth and Tamara was fifth overall at 17:13.

The male winner went over to JoAnne and Winnie after a bit of cool-down.

“Great race, you guys. If this had been a 10-K NCAA X-C race, the way you were gaining on me at the end, you would have beat me. I’m sure you must be on a college track team but I don’t think I’ve seen you at meets. Oh, the name’s Davis Stearns.”

JoAnne grinned at him and introduced herself and Winnie. “I run for Penn State. We’ve run against Maryland; maybe you don’t recognize me now ‘cause I’m nude,” she laughed. He blushed and she commented, “It’s fine. People do look different when they’re unclothed; that’s just how it is. I didn’t recognize you either but I pay more attention to the girl competition. But Winnie here’s in high school.”

He looked at her. “You’re in high school? Damn, you must be like one of the state’s top runners...”

Winnie shook her head. “I play volleyball, but thanks. Our team led our league last year and we won the state title in our division too. We should be good this year as well.”

“Some damn fine women runners here today,” he went on. “Three of the five top finishers were women ... and here’s the third. Hi, my name’s Davis. Great race, you were in around 17 too, right? Outstanding.”

“Thanks. I’m Tamara. I think I was fifth?”

JoAnne nodded. “You sure were. Davis, this gal here is not only a top volleyball player but also a running star. But she wasted her college career by not going out for either sport,” she laughed. “She’s an academic star, actually.”

Davis looked at her and smiled. “You look a bit older than the rest of us, Tamara. So you’ve graduated now?”

“Not boasting about it, but yeah. Got my doctorate a year ago and I’m teaching now,” she told him.

“Hey, that’s cool. But these two gals—damn, you two, are you gonna try out for the Olympics? Your times are good enough to become possible contenders for a slot in the U.S. team.”

JoAnne laughed. “Not yet. I’m working on an NCAA championship first. I’m within striking distance of the times I need, so we’ll see.”

Davis looked at Winnie, “And you?”

Winnie shrugged. “I don’t run to compete. I do it ‘cause it’s great fun. I don’t want to make it into a chore or have it take up lots of time for training. So I’ll see; I have time, I guess.”

They chatted for a few more minutes while the officials tallied the race times and then the award presentations were made.

In the afternoon, all the remaining people from the Winsberg clan packed up to leave and soon Tamara was ready to go too. It was a week before Labor Day and she had a lot of work waiting.

~~~~

The first job she tackled was the interviews for the executive assistant and then her PA, the positions which she had discussed with Mason and Werner. She liked the two candidates and her company’s COO also did, so they had their law firm draw up an interim employment contract for each. A more permanent one would be done when the HR department was operating. They would be starting their jobs at the beginning of October.

Now that she was back at work, dividing her time between campus, where she would be doing her theoretical work, teaching, and office hours; the APL, where she was working on G-force applications; and her company, where she was directing her engineers and had planning meetings, she was very busy. She was also monitoring the Haitian project with weekly progress report phone calls. And Janice Marks was either accompanying her or escorting Winnie to and from school, with the protection duties shared with two other agents.

On the first Monday back after their vacation, Winnie had a scrimmage match in the evening and the team’s regular varsity games would begin the following week. Tamara was really appreciating how she could contact Winnie in her mind, but the mental effort and concentration it required at a distance of just a few miles was immense. She could also reach Peter mentally but again, it took concentration and power. But when she attempted to concentrate on her parents to make contact, nothing happened.

Nadine was now back living in her home and a Cornelius agent stayed on site when she was there; the Alexandres had brought in a camper trailer for the agent to spend the nights. The security system was still in place, and just before Labor Day, agents found that someone had tried cutting a hole in one of the fences but the tool they had used wasn’t enough to cut all of the fence links or they had been scared off. That’s when they added several more cameras.

The date of the charter school planning meeting had been changed; it was now set for the first Monday in November. Faculty from Westphalia’s School of Education would be there, and invitations had gone out to all of the school districts in the southern part of the county, nearby school districts in neighboring counties, and state education officials.

At the end of the second week of September, Tamara again began to get the feeling that she was being watched.

“This time it’s very strong,” she told Peter and Winnie that evening when she came home.

“Yeah, honey, Winnie told me that she started feeling it today too and so have I,” Peter told her. “It’s a really spooky feeling too. Very uncomfortable.”

“Is there any place where it feels stronger?” Tamara wondered. “It doesn’t seem directed at me.”

The others told her that they felt it everywhere that they had been during the day.

“Winnie, sweetie, what are your plans this weekend?” Tamara asked. “You need to be careful where you go.”

“We have an 8:30 a.m. practice tomorrow. I told you that a few days ago. Got an important game on Monday.”

“You did. That’s till noon, right?” Tamara asked.

“Yeah. On the way home before, Janice told me that she won’t be driving me tomorrow; she’s got one of her subs working. Like she did last weekend. God, I wish this crap with those friggin’ morons was over. Can’t go out without someone hovering over me.”

“I feel exactly the same way, sweetie. Peter, you’re not gonna try to give your agent the slip again, right?”

“C’mon honey, I wasn’t thinking. I got a call from Walt in the Biomechanical Engineering building and I just popped over to see him.”

“Without telling your agent. Please don’t do that again.”

“Yeah, she reamed me out when she called me.”

Saturday morning, Winnie’s primary substitute Cornelius agent, Lynn Garcia, picked her up and brought her to the high school. At a little after noon, while Tamara was working in her office at the Physics Department, an agitated and distressed “voice” popped into her head.

“I’m okay but Lynn’s hurt...”

“Winnie? What’s wrong?” Tamara formed the thought and concentrated on Winnie.

Baltimore Tech High School: Thirty minutes earlier

“Doing anything this afternoon?” one of Winnie’s teammates asked after their practice session was over and they were heading into the locker room for their showers.

“Not really,” she answered. “Got an English writing assignment to do is all.”

“Couple of us are going to the mall. Wanna go?”

“Damn. I gotta ask. I have a frikkin’ security shadow watching me. Someone bad is looking for Tamara and she thinks that they could come after me to get to her.”

“Wooo, that’s scary. Well, call me if you can. We’re meeting at the food court at 2.”

“Sure,” Winnie said as she got ready for a quick shower.

A few minutes later, she dressed and put her uniform, sneakers, and towels in her backpack and slung it over her shoulder.

“Call you if I can come,” she said as the other girls left the locker room.

She went out into the gym, met Garcia, and then the coach came over and asked Winnie if she could stop a minute to talk about two new plays that the team had practiced.

Ten minutes later, after they had finished discussing the plays, the coach told her, “Okay, those are good suggestions. I’m going to look at some videos of our opponents now. See the best time to call those plays.”

“Sure, Coach; catch you Monday,” Winnie told her.

Winnie and Garcia went out the gym door to the gym parking lot behind the school. Suddenly Winnie felt a tingle of extreme danger.

“Lynn! Trouble!” she warned, looking around, and saw two men rising from where they had been crouched between Lynn’s car and another parked next to it.

“Watch out!” Garcia called. “Tasers!”

They were within twenty feet away from the men but Winnie reacted instantly, swinging her backpack across the front of her body to shield herself as she heard a buzzing sound and felt a sharp sting in her shoulder. One dart had hit her there but the other had impacted her backpack. She sensed, rather than saw, Garcia go down, the Taser darts fired at her had hit her.

Furious, she dropped her backpack and charged at the closer man, who was stunned that the Taser didn’t work and had begun snapping a new cartridge onto his device. He never expected to be charged by her, so when he saw her coming at him, he had no chance to react. She slammed into him with a flying drop kick to his chest. It was a move she had learned from Marks, who had been working with her to teach her more than judo. Winnie had asked Marks to teach her some of MMA’s more devastating offensive moves, and Winnie had been diligently perfecting her execution of several. The force of her kick slammed the guy back against his vehicle and he slumped to the ground; she had hit him square in the chest and it had been hard enough to break ribs. Winnie’s drop kick follow-through left her just needing two recovery steps to regain her footing as she looked for what the other assailant was doing.

She saw him standing near Garcia, who seemed to be trying to get up; he was still pointing his Taser at her. Garcia collapsed again as he appeared to be pulling the weapon’s trigger repeatedly. Winnie saw her own opponent’s Taser lying on the pavement where he had dropped it and she picked it up and dashed around the car, closer to where Garcia lay.

Having no idea how the Taser worked, she shouted at the other man, pointing the device at his face, “Back away from her and drop that thing or I’ll shoot this at your face. I’ll bet I can hit your eyes too. Now move it!”

As Winnie was shouting, her first opponent painfully pulled himself up, staggered to the car behind him, and opened its door, shouting to the other man standing near Garcia, “Fuck it—just get out of here now. I think she broke some ribs—you need to drive—we need to get the fuck out now!”

Winnie took a step closer to Garcia’s assailant, making a threatening gesture, and he balked. Lowering his Taser—its wires were still connected to the darts in Garcia, he dropped it on the ground, and ran for the car.

Winnie glanced down at her device, pointed it at the running man, and pulled its trigger; nothing happened. He reached the car, jumped in, started it and raced off. Winnie tried to read the car’s license plate but the numbers had been obscured somehow. She ran over to Garcia, feeling the dart in her shoulder move as its wire was dragging the Taser cartridge behind her. Winnie sent an urgent thought to Tamara.

“I’m okay but Lynn’s hurt...”

Back to present

“Winnie? What’s wrong?” came the responding thought.

“I’m okay now but Lynn’s down. Two goons tried to grab us, used Tasers. One got Lynn, I blocked the dart things they shot at me ... oh, one hit my shoulder. Lynn needs help.” Winnie relayed as she looked at the dropped Taser.

She saw where the wires connected to the dropped Taser and pulled them off the device, then carefully pulled the darts out of Garcia’s chest.

“Anyone nearby? Did you call 911?” Tamara thought back.

“I’ll do that. Oh, she’s coming around. Two darts hit her in the chest and they were still connected to the Taser gun. Maybe they were still shocking her,” Winnie sent.

“Lynn, they’re gone. I’m calling 911 now,” Winnie told Garcia as she tried to sit up. “Stay down. Need water? I have some,” she said as she made the 911 call and dragged her backpack over.

Opening it, she handed a bottle to Garcia as she reported what had happened and gave their location.

“Damned good job of protecting you I did,” Garcia snorted painfully. “What the hell happened? I’ve been tased before but not like that.”

“One hit you right over your heart and the other on the opposite side,” Winnie told her. “He kept pulling the trigger when you tried to get up. I think you went into shock. They need to check you out, so keep still.”

“How did you get to know so much, anyway?” Garcia asked.

“The Red Cross gave a CPR and AED course at the resort I go to, so I took that class. My papa died of a heart attack and I wanted to be able to help someone else if that happened.”

A minute later, a police car pulled in, followed by a fire truck. Two firefighters jumped out and ran over, carrying bags.

“We’re EMTs. The ambulance will be here in maybe five minutes but we were closer. What happened?” one asked.

Winnie told them, showing the Taser she had grabbed, the dropped Taser, and the darts and wires.

“I tried to stop them but they got away,” she finished.

The officer looked at her. “Two men with Tasers and you tried to stop them?”

“Yeah. I got hit in the shoulder but I used my backpack as a shield and the other one hit that.”

She showed it with the dart still embedded in it.

“I pulled one out of my shoulder and now it’s starting to hurt a little,” she said. “I don’t want an infection; I have a big game on Monday.”

One of the EMTs left Garcia and came over. “Let me see that,” he said and she bared her shoulder. “Where’s the dart you took out... okay, I see it. Good, the barbs are intact. You tore a little skin when you pulled it out is all, and it bled a little. I see that you weren’t shocked?”

“Blocked the other one. It hit my backpack. I saw him aiming the Taser and tried to shield myself.”

“Quick thinking. Okay, this local antibiotic and dressing should do the trick. Watch the area for infection—if it turns pink or red, or you get a fever, or it starts to drain, go to a doctor right away. For pain, use Tylenol or Motrin, not aspirin. Do you know if your tetanus shot is up to date?”

“It is.”

“Change the dressing if it gets wet or soiled. It should heal pretty fast, I’d say.”

“How’s Lynn? The darts were close to her heart and I think the shock went longer with her. The jerk who shot her was standing there and kept pulling the trigger.”

“The wounds got pretty cauterized, actually, but her heart seems strong. We should get an ECG to be sure, though. She said that she passed out and that meant she got a severe shock.”

The ambulance had pulled in meanwhile, and the first EMT went to talk with them. They put Garcia on a gurney, rolled her into the ambulance, and got an ECG started. A few minutes later, they had the result: no detectible damage.

Every few minutes, Winnie relayed a quick summary to Tamara, but by the time the paramedics were finished with her, Winnie was wiped out from the mental strain. Tamara, meanwhile, had called the Cornelius agency to let them know that their agent had been injured and while the Baltimore officer was completing his questioning, a car arrived with two more security agents. They came over and introduced themselves to the officer and then went to check on Garcia. Soon one came back.

“Lynn says thanks for how well you handled this, Miss Nelsey. She told me how quickly you reacted when attacked. Hey, if you ever need a job in security, look our agency up. I’m Curt Shorder and I’m taking over for Lynn now. They decided she doesn’t need the ER but recommend bed rest for a day or so. They said all of her vitals are strong and the burns should heal up without any further special treatment. She should be good to go in two days. When my boss called me out for this, he told me that he wants to get you folks protective vests to wear when you’re out and about. They’re not fully ballistic vests but will stop Taser darts that hit your torso. Of course, hits on an extremity can still incapacitate but the torso is the preferred target. Ready to go?”

“Let me say goodbye to her first, okay? This whole thing’s got me completely wiped out so I’d love to just get home. Oh, the parking garage remote’s in Lynn’s car, so you’ll need to get that.”

“Sure. Let’s go see her.”

After a quick exchange of reassuring words, Winnie gave Garcia a little hug and left the ambulance and then was driven back home. She was met there by Tamara and Peter.

Shorder introduced himself, telling them that he was on call for Winnie for the weekend. Then he left.

“Jeez, you look totally wiped out, sweetie,” Tamara told Winnie.

“Oooh yeah, that mental talking totally did me in,” she sighed. “How come it didn’t affect you as bad?”

“It did at first for me, too. I got used to using my ability since I began doing it in middle school. I still get tired, but it doesn’t wipe me out like that anymore. Lots of practice helps your body, just like in running and stuff. Shit, I wonder how they found you. I didn’t think that you’d be easier to find than me. Now tell us the details of what happened.”

Winnie told them about the encounter.

“So they used Tasers. Yeah, they want us undamaged, it looks like. I need to let Mrs Wilkins know about this,” Tamara said as she called the FBI agent.

When Wilkins answered, Tamara apologized for the after-hours call.

“But you need to know that somehow those traffickers found Winnie. They tried to ambush her at her school. The question is how they located her and knew she’d be there today.”

They spoke for a few minutes and Tamara disconnected.

“She’s gonna do some checking and...”

Her phone rang; it was Marks.

“This is Tamara. Hi, Janice.”

After another brief conversation, she disconnected.

“Janice is so sorry about what happened, Winnie. She said that Lynn is really very good and this was unexpected, but their job is to prepare for the unexpected. She’s also looking into how they found you.”

Winnie didn’t go to meet her friends at the mall that day; she spent it resting.

~~~~

On Monday morning, Tamara was out at the APL looking at the work her team, which now consisted of three engineers and two technicians, were doing on G-force applications, the main one being trying to “look” into the area between or inside the coil array to try to make sense of the physical conditions there. This was proving difficult because when the power was on, nothing could get close to the array’s center, even from its opposite side. They were collecting plenty of measurements but so far, nothing had occurred to Tamara about the strange interface between what she thought of as the “hadronic world,” the real world where ordinary matter exists, and the non-baryonic matter which appeared to make up whatever was “behind” the G-coils in her G-force devices.

Tamara was currently working with a recently proposed model of baryonic atoms to see if this model could suggest anything about the matter “inside” the G-coil arrays. She was investigating the properties of theoretical singly-heavy baryons whose structure comprised one heavy valence quark (in quantum terms, a charm/bottom one) and two light valence quarks (these would be up/down/strange ones). In such a system, the light quarks and associated gluons would orbit the nearly static heavy quark, and would behave as a quantum-chromodynamic analog of a normal-matter baryonic atom, which is bound by the standard electromagnetic interaction found in baryonic atoms. She had an idea that such a system could exist in the universe of dark matter and that dark energy was carried by the dark-energy gluon analogs, what she had termed the “cofons.” Tamara was hoping that studying such a system might give her insight into a theoretical particle which mediated the gravitational force, the graviton.

To do this work, she had thought of a new application of her G-force coils where she might be able to use a coil assembly design in a unique way to create and detect super-massive particles. She gave her engineering team some sketches for a prototype device to be built to test her idea.

Another of her major APL projects was in energy transmission through the G-coil “portal” and achieving the level of scale-up to allow the quantity of energy transmitted to be commercially useful. On this project, she and her group were making good progress; they were at the point of working to improve energy-conversion efficiencies.

The final major project was working on the ground-effect repulsion force, both at large and small scales; large-scale for transportation and materials-handling applications and small-scale for various shaft-bearing applications. When her company’s manufacturing facility was completed, she would be moving these last two projects there.

It was that afternoon when Tamara found out how the traffickers had located Winnie. Wilkins called Tamara as she was returning to Baltimore, traveling in her Cornelius agent’s car.

“Basically it was a sleuthing job done by the mole in the Virginia AG’s office,” Wilkins told her.

“Oh—did they find that person?” Tamara asked.

“No, they still don’t know who it is, but we figured out how they must have located Winnie. We tried reconstructing how that was done. We asked the question, who would know where Winnie was? The most likely answer was that it would probably be someone from her old school in West Virginia—her new school would have requested that her records be forwarded. And a school wouldn’t release that info to the public, but a LEO—that’s law enforcement officer—could get it.”

“That was excellent thinking. So that mole got the school’s info?”

“Indirectly. The mole got the Virginia AG’s office to request that the West Virginia state police find out the name of her new school, ostensibly in preparation for a human-trafficking prosecution. That will be the federal case and it’s been delayed over and over again with postponements requested by the defense. Anyway, now knowing her current school, the perps must have gone on the school’s website and found Winnie’s name on her volleyball team. We found it on there, so they must have too. And the v-ball schedule was posted on line with Saturday morning’s practice session listed. Remember, they also had her photo, so they could watch for her. So I think that if they found her, there’s a fairly good chance that they know the general area where you must live. I’ll call Janice Marks and let her know about this development. We’ve also let the Maryland State Police know in case that Virginia mole tries anything involving the government here.”

“Damn. This isn’t good news,” Tamara said. “Any idea who the jerks who ambushed her were?”

“The prints lifted from the Tasers got no hits. We’re working on where they were sold and who bought them.”

“So they’re still out there. Crap. We need to get Winnie protection at the school now. Currently we’re just doing it for her traveling there and returning home.”

“Right. Let the principal know—she can tell the school security officers to be extra careful too.”

After she disconnected, Tamara asked her escort to detour to Winnie’s school so she could speak to Dr Borges.

After their greetings, Borges apologized. “I spoke to Winnie this morning after the police told me what happened in our parking lot on Saturday,” she told Tamara. “I was planning to call you too, after school was out.”

“I can’t see how you’d be responsible,” Tamara responded. “And Winnie told me that there usually are people around the school around noon on Saturdays. She did say that she took longer than usual getting out of the building; she had been talking with her coach.”

“After hearing what happened, I told the team coaches that if they run a practice outside school hours, then they need to stay and watch until the last team member is gone,” Borges told her.

“That may be a good idea as general practice, but in our case, there was a specific situation involved. Recall that when I first came here, I asked about personal privacy? Bad people are trying to find me—the reason doesn’t matter—but this is one of the reasons why I don’t want my address given out. So someone might try to contact your staff to get it. If they do, then the FBI agent handling my case would be interested in knowing that. And I’m sure you’re being careful about strangers in the building.”

“I certainly respect your privacy needs, Miss Alexandre, and will remind the staff about student privacy. And yes, I’m sure that you saw the visitor screening we have in place to enter the building.”

“No one can slip in when the kids enter the school for the day?” Tamara asked.

“They all enter through the main doors and display their student ID to the teachers on duty there. It’s unlikely that an adult could impersonate a student then.”

“What about security at the other doors leading out of the building?” Tamara asked.

“We have a security employee in addition to the assigned Baltimore school resource officer here. They both frequently check all the exterior doors; the custodial staff members know to do that as well. And the emergency doors are alarmed. Unescorted visitors aren’t permitted in the hallways except in the admin area outside this office. I hope you understand that our procedures are designed to emphasize the safety of our students.”

“What you described seems good to me. Thanks for listening to my concerns. Will I see you at this evening’s game?” Tamara asked.

Borges smiled. “Absolutely. I hope that the team repeats at State this year. Winnie’s quite an exciting player to watch.”

“She is. Thanks; I’ll see you later.”

Winnie’s team won the match that evening, 3-0, and were 3-0 for the season so far. And Tamara saw several college scouts watching the match, too, several of whom she recognized from the match at the resort.

She’d have to think about looking into colleges for Winnie now. It was time.

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