Dance Moms Bodyguard (12) A Killing Performance

Chapter 1 : The Test

Kendall felt butterflies in her stomach, her mind running through the steps over and over, whispering the same words at her lips.

Don't screw up! Don't screw up!

It was her first driving test, if she passes, she could legally drive on the road without fearing of getting pull over.

Slipping into the passenger seat was a big black man, the examiner looked like he never smiled in his life, grunting uncomfortably on the seat that seemed too small for his size.

Brad has lent her a modest little Prius, as opposed to taking the test in her family wagon, it got her mother complaining about the cramped space all the way here.

They don't like teenagers with flashy cars. Brad told her.

"Do you see this?" the man placed a cup of coffee in the center cup holder. "I like my coffee, and I like my job. If I see one drop spills from this cup, you're not getting your driver's license today."

Kendall sucked a breath of cold air between her teeth, thinking how on earth was she going to achieve that.

With a single command, Kendall began her pre-driving checklist, fixing the rear view mirror, adjusting seat and tested the brake controls. She turned to her examiner for approval, he wasn't impressed.

All Right! This is Showtime! Kendall pictured herself going on stage to perform on the National (definitely a wrong move for Kendall).

She drove out the test center and made several turns under instruction, signaling and switching lanes, until she put the vehicle to a red light, pleasing with herself so far, but her examiner however, kept his face to his clipboard.

Looking out the windshield was a pedestrian crossing. It was in the early afternoon, a woman in a neon vest stood in the middle of the road, holding a STOP sign, waving a group of children across, they all dressed in the same fashion, yellow shirts in dark green jackets, like some school uniform.

Out of nowhere came a white Honda, screeching tires pulling to the side, almost ran into a street of children.

"Hey! They can't do that! Can they?" Kendall turned to her examiner, who continued to ignore her existence, checking his pen down his clipboard.

Moments later she saw a woman dragging a little girl out of the school gate, hurried her into the back of the Honda, then the vehicle launched away so fast it left a smoke trial.

"Did you see that?" she turned to the examiner again, who didn't seem moved by the outside world, then she heard screaming.

"Stop them! They took a child!" a woman ran out from school, her face full of terror.

"Oh My God!" Kendall's heart skipped a beat, realizing she just witnessed a kidnapping.

Seeing white Honda sped into a distance, Kendall stomped on the accelerator, propelling the Prius like a rocket, so hard the examiner knocked back to his seat.

"What the hell do you think you are doing??" he dropped his clipboard.

"That white car! They just grabbed a little girl!" Kendall screamed.

"Leave it to the police! I cannot authorize you to do this!"

"They'll be gone by time police respond to it!"

Driving with one hand, Kendall touched her phone on the dashboard.

"You're not supposed to talk on the phone when you're driving!" the examiner said.

"But you told me to call the police!"

Kendall hit speed dial, it was picked up almost immediately.

"Detective Kelly! I just saw a woman took a little girl near Aiken! They're driving a white Honda Accord heading south!"