Officer Ferrell parked his car at the far end of the looping driveway where school buses arrive for end of day pickup. A half dozen of the yellow transports sat waiting with engines running as the final bell rang. A few minutes earlier and Tom would have been spared the indignity of passing students as he made his way to Dean Reynolds office, the northern most in the front hallway of the school. Ferrell hung back to allow the rush of students to exit the building. Several of the inmates, as Tom called them, circled his squad car hooting and whistling, casting taunting looks his way, running their hands over its gleaming surface. Tom leaned his head toward his shoulder mic for effect, mouthing a few unspoken words to a nonexistent recipient. He glared at the teens threateningly as if calling for backup. The stunt worked. They laughed and spat on the sidewalk as they sauntered away. Pete Reynolds had been reduced to human residue over the twelve years he had been Dean of Students at Mana...