Ian didn’t lift his head from his desk but still managed to sneak a quick check of the clock on his monitor through peripheral alone. Eleven. Which meant if Jordan had got Cole out of bed by eight-thirty, to be at the school for nine, and say they had to wait to see someone…well, then there would be explanations and reasoning as to why Cole had no scholastic history so far…but still, even so, surely Ian should have heard something by now?
For the hundredth time that morning, Ian admonished himself for not insisting that Jordan bring him along. Regardless of how many times Jordan said they’d handle it alone. What if Jordan got in trouble? What if, at that very moment, a stern woman from the school board, in a navy skirt suit with sensible walking shoes, was clacking down the hallway of the
