CHAPTER 97

TWO POPS —AND THEN A THIRD. Hudson. Maggie. Then Giovanna wasted herself. Pancake felt like he’d been shot. His knees buckled. Only the fact that Cutter had one arm and Mann the other kept him from doing a face-plant right there in the parking lot.

The entire student body stood in stunned silence after the short burst of gunshots —like they knew. Someone was dead.

“Hudson!” Pancake screamed. His throat burned. Tears blurred his vision. “Hudson!”