Mrs. Johnson cupped the girl’s chin and raised her face as she studied Amanda.“I assure you my dear that you are breathtaking in your beauty. You ...hould be proud of your gift just not in a conceited fashion.”Having finished her appraisal of Amanda, Mrs. Johnson grasped the girl’s dirty blonde hair by the ponytail it was in and tilted her head back further where the teacher’s lips again tasted Amanda’s. Her fat fingers found the girl’s tender nipple and twisted it though not too roughly sending. “I can see that you’re nervous. You have nothing to fear, my dear. We are here to help you, not hurt you. Just tell us what happened to you. Tell us everything. Will you, please?” Barbara seemed more relaxed when she sat and I reached out to take her hand. Barbara responded now to the questions from Mrs. Kozlowski, slowly rebuilding the events of that fateful Monday. She seemed to gather herself as she spoke. I could feel her strength in her hand grow as she progressed from the theft. What could he do to create a distraction? A fire alarm would be no good, they wanted Kerry and Ian to stay long enough to drink the coffee, not run from the building.He turned to walk down the hall and look for something better when his feet got tangled up in Stacy's bag. He reached out to grab something to keep himself from falling but only managed to pull down a nearby locker with him as he fell.The crash of the falling locker reverberated through the empty halls. He rolled over onto his back. I am too tired from my walk here.”Code words spoken, Enrique nodded and indicated that Yulia should move through another door, into what, this time, was very much a private room, where the floor was carpeted and the chairs were high backed leather.“Sit.” His tone was assertive and filled with brevity. She sat.“Listen carefully. Last year the Embassy of the Motherland here in Santiago received a bomb threat. It turned out to be false, but following similar threats to our Embassies in Argentina.