Tendrils clung to her damp forehead from her three-mile jog. It was only the second week in September and cooler early morning temperatures hinted that summer was quickly coming to an end. “Aren’t you going to order something to eat?” Lucas asked before he shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth. She shook her head. “I’ll eat later.” She usually waited an hour after jogging before eating. Once she returned to her apartment she would prepare a small cup of fresh seasonal fruit, a slice of buttered raisin toast, and a cup of decaffeinated coffee. Waiting until Lucas had taken a swallow of coffee, she said, “What do you have for me?” Lowering his mug, he stared at the bare face of the woman he had supervised for the past three years. Her deep gold-brown complexion was flawless, her large soulful-looking eyes entrancing. “Nothing. How about you?” She lifted her shoulders under the jacket of her jogging suit while shaking her head. “Nothing. It’s only been three days, but all of the kids at Weir appear to be normal students doing whatever it is high school kids do.
