It’s Reggie. He’s gagged and blindfolded, tied to a plastic classroom chair that’s overturned on the floor. There’s a gaping cut on his forehead, a puddle of blood around his head, and more spatters on the corner of the wall between the shower and locker areas. His skin is grayish, his body stiff. There’s a word scrawled across his right arm, in the exact same block letters someone used to write on Phoebe. Makes
Damn is he dead?
