Then, Aron stopped and frowned.“Hey, why am I the bad cop?”It was Carter’s turn to laugh.“Frankly, I think they are a tiny bit afraid of you. ...eidre told her friends in kindergarten that her dad is as big as a mountain. And that her daddy, aka me, is just a little smaller. Of course, that was an exaggeration. But they believed her.”“I don’t think they are afraid,” Aron glared.“They are. Although you wouldn’t believe Freddie and what kind of explanations he’s coming up with for your. "As it happens, Linda, I just got engaged to the mother of one of the students. I've known her for a few months, and I Invigilated her daughter once, in a one-to-one in the May exams, just before I met her mother. I was going to mention it to you, but this is a fairly recent matter. I've sat with Philippa a few times for meals when I've been here, but I'm amazed that anyone would have bothered to comment, or even notice." Hmm. And her name? The student, that is?" Philippa Abbott. She's dyslexic. Not that he particularly wanted to have an effect. It was just his way of saving face, of pretending the chord listener was not up in the belfry looking down like the Phantom of the Opera and seeing him for what he really was and for what he was really doing. And he was lying, but the chords said just get through it, you tried to explain, and explanations never get you anywhere, but stared at. You have to do it this way. You have to do it their way. That was a line from ‘I Was A Teenage. It only took me a few minutes of searching until I found the hidden compartment. Inside the compartment was a lever. I checked to make sure that I was alone and I flipped the lever.I heard a loud click and saw a rectangular section of turf 1' X 3' rise up an inch. I bent down and grabbed the hatch. It wouldn't lift up but it did pivot to the right. It revealed three steps that led into a small bunker with a machine gun. The bunker was so small that only one person could fit comfortably in it.