Theo And Reed's School Blues

Chapter Nine

Callista Hamilton didn't truly believe that that little country bumpkin teacher really got the point she and the very cloying Sandoval had been making during the meeting. Lane Davis kept maligning her child's good name by lying that he was deficient. Kyle was not deficient. She didn't make weak useless children. Well not Kyle anyway. Nobody played with her. Nobody disobeyed her. Nobody.

She held up one of the glossy pictures her PI had forwarded to her earlier. One showed the elusive looking teacher leaving a certain exclusive condominium development Haven's Gate. Another showed him getting into his car. One was obviously taken from a distance through a window and showcased the teacher and a very familiar man kissing in an elaborate bedroom.

She smiled devilishly.

She knew that man Davis was kissing.

Charles LeClair, consulting fashion diva to the stars , politicians and royalty. The man was even on her own payroll. He did excellent work. And he had his fingers in every pie in the city. What did he see in that silly little man? , she marveled. Not that it mattered. She happened to know that all the teachers at the Academy had moral clauses in their contracts. It would be just awful if these pictures ended up in the hands of Miquel Sandoval or even the Academy board of directors of which she held a seat.

No. Davis had angered her. He had angered her badly. This situation required other remedies. She would make Lane Davis pay. And pay he would. She would make him suffer.

She reached for the one cell phone that she only used for certain critical moments. She dialed a number and waited until the person picked up.

" I require your specialized assistance again. The usual rates. I have a problem that needs erasing. "

Yes. Lane Davis would suffer, she thought as she eyed the picture of the men kissing.

And so would Charles LeClair. Pity that. But he was just collecteral damage.