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courage, she walked back to her desk where the three men waited.
    “Go through each backpack and purse, including your own, and remove any cellular phones. Bring them here to me.”
    Few of her students had cell phones but she knew she would find one or two. She nodded. “All right.” Her gaze met the principal’s briefly as she turned to do her captor’s bidding. The image of the children lined up in that window, their backs turned to the hateful intruders, had her stomach dropping to her feet.
    It was at that exact moment that she realized the purpose of putting the children in the window.
    The realization made her heart follow the path her stomach had already taken.
    The window stool was about forty inches off the floor and the window towered another five feet above that. There were no drapes or blinds to draw.
    He was using the children to block the view into the room. And, probably, as a reminder of what was at stake. No way could a sniper attempt to take out any of the bad guys with the children lining the window. It was too risky.
    These evil men had considered every contingency.
    But why?
    As she checked the backpacks hanging on a line of hooks mounted on the wall that divided her room from the hall, she wondered again why this school had been chosen. Why her classroom? Was it simply because she’d stepped into the hall at the wrong time? Or was there some other reason she just didn’t comprehend yet.
    Peter Reimes. A new jolt of fear shook her. His father was a state representative who took an aggressive stance on fighting terrorism. His name and face would be known to men like these. His family would be an easy target.
    She couldn’t be sure…but it was the only theory that made sense so far.
    The men spoke perfect English. Were these men terrorists in the most-prevailing sense of the word or were they just thugs?
    By the time she’d reached the final backpack she’d discovered five cell phones. Her first instinct was to keep one. Somehow attempt to hide it in the pocket of her slacks. But if she was discovered, it could cost her more than she wanted to pay. The way things looked, it wasn’t like she would get the opportunity to use it. The chances of all three men stepping out of the room at once was about nil and if she turned on the phone and entered 9–1-1, the operator’s voice would give her away. And that wasn’t even counting the one man watching her every move. She might not be restrained the way Mr. Allen was, but she by no means had free rein. The leader knew the best way to use her to keep the children quiet. If she appeared under control, the children would respond better.
    So she took the phones and placed them on the desk. She purposely avoided going around behind the desk to get the one in her purse. Maybe he wouldn’t notice that she hadn’t done that. Maybe he would assume her purse had been in one of the backpacks. Plenty of teachers carried backpacks, too.
    “Remove the one from your purse,” he instructed when she met his gaze.
    So much for that plan. She crouched next to Mr. Allen and reached into her purse. She took the phone and placed it on the desk with the others.
    “What do you want me to do now?”
    He gestured to the window filled with children. “Stay close to your students. Ensure that no one makes a mistake that would get him or her killed.”
    Fear barbed ruthlessly. Still, she managed a nod before going off to do his bidding. Right now cooperation was essential.
    Resuming her position in the row of children, who remained surprisingly quiet, Claire turned to face her desk. She didn’t want her back to these men. Whatever happened next, she wanted to see it coming.
    The man giving all the orders used the muzzle of his weapon to slide Claire’s phone across her desk to Mr. Allen. “We’re going to make a call and you’re going to do the talking for us. Do you understand?”
    Mr. Allen nodded, the movement jerky.
    Claire thought about how he’d had a heart