Page 22 of Precise Justice

“Why?”

“Because you attacked another student, I’m sure. Now be quiet.”

The two of them walked into Chancellor Warner’s reception area. As soon as she saw them, Warner’s receptionist jumped up to get the door for them.

“Let me get the door. They’re waiting for you,” she told them. She knocked, then opened the door to let them in.

Before the two of them had completely entered the room, a well-dressed woman sitting next to Alex, the bully, jumped up.

“That’s him, right there. I want him locked up for mutilating my son,” she practically screamed while pointing at Robbie.

“What’s going on?” Priscilla asked Warner, who was seated behind his desk.

Sitting in a chair in front of Warner was a man wearing an inexpensive gray suit and a blonde woman in her late twenties. They both stood up, turned and faced Priscilla and Robbie.

On the couch, sitting quietly with the hysterical woman, was Alex, the transitioning girl. Her nose was bandaged up and both of her eyes were quite black. Instead of normal white pupils, his eyes were filled with blood.

Behind the hysterical woman, whom Priscilla realized must be Alex’s mother, was a bald man. He was at least twenty years older than the mother. Along with an expensive suit, he wore a hectored expression. He was Alex’s father, the hysterical woman’s husband.

“I want this creature locked up and the key thrown away,” the woman howled out again.

“Mrs. Lane, you’re here as a courtesy. If you don’t calm down, I will have the officer remove you. In handcuffs, if necessary,” the twenty-something blonde woman told her.

Hysterical mother turned to the bald man and said, “Are you going to let her talk to me that way?”

“She’s in charge, Valerie. I suggest you listen to her,” her husband said.

Valerie turned back to the calm woman, opened her mouth to let loose again and abruptly stopped.

“One more word out of you and I’ll have you arrested and charged with obstruction of justice,” the younger woman calmly said.

Finally, the last person in the room was a uniformed MPD patrol officer. While the woman lawyer, who was Jennifer Moore, from the county attorney’s office, was slamming Alex’s mother, the uniform cop and detective went to Priscilla and Robbie.

“Are you Robert Craig-Powell?” the suit wearing detective asked Robbie.

“Yes,” Robbie managed to say.

“I have a warrant for your arrest duly signed by a Hennepin County District Court judge. Turn around please.”

“Mom!” Robbie yelled.

“What are you doing?!” Priscilla almost screamed. “Stop that. You can’t be serious,” she said when the uniformed officer put handcuffs on Robbie.

“That’ll teach you to attack me, bitch. Punch me in the face when I’m not looking. You’ll get yours, bitch,” Alex said.

Jennifer Moore, the assistant county attorney, looked at the father, Harold Lane, and said, “Keep these two quiet or they both go to jail.”

“You heard her, Alex. Shut up. Sit down and be quiet, Valerie,” Harold said.

Valerie, not used to being talked to like that, gave him a nasty look as if to say you’ll be sleeping in your room for a while.

Harold, knowing the look, shook his head and said, “Don’t care. Just let them do their job.”

“Mom! Stop them!”

The handcuffs were on Robbie, the uniform cop was holding his arm, the detective was waiting for Jennifer Moore.

“Mrs. Powell,” Jennifer said to Priscilla. “We have to take him. I’ll make sure he is kept in segregation. We’ll bring him up before a judge at nine tomorrow morning.”