Chapter 24: Kidnapped
Following my early evening class of Modern Fiction, I crossed the courtyard and started a trek to my parked Quest. Professors didn’t have private parking and parked their vehicles with students. Any Thom, d**k, or Harry who didn’t like their grade in one of my classes could have keyed my car with ease. Although most of my students excelled in my classes, there were a few who didn’t read the texts and failed quizzes, dropping their grades. Those students were likely to destroy professors’ cars in the parking lot, not that it happened to me. Thank Jesus.
Just as I was about to climb into the Quest, dropping my leather man-satchel in the passenger’s seat, a familiar BMW pulled up behind me and stopped.
The driver called out to me, “Paul, get in my car. I’m kidnapping
