"You can't."
"You just try to stop me."
The principal smiled, again disdainfully. "He has already left with the STARS officer. There is nothing you can do. Except leave my office."
I was stunned. That blue car we parked next to. I was paralyzed. I wanted to smash the principal's face—even if it meant going to jail.
His desk buzzer sounded. He flicked a switch.
"Yes?"
It was the intercom to the receptionist.
"Mr. Masefield."
"Tell him to wait a moment."
Masefield's voice broke in. "It can't wait. That kid has gotten away from us! He's locked himself in an aircar. Who owns that Cad Super?"