Henry Hartwell nodded. "Of course, you can. But reporting it to the police won't do any good. They'll just tell you to go home and wait for results, and it'll most likely amount to nothing."
Claire Sinclair was at a loss for words.
Teacher Hartwell was right. For one, she hadn't actually been harmed. Furthermore, the letter didn't explicitly state what they planned to do to her. The police probably wouldn't pay it much mind.
"Forget it. Maybe it's just a prank. I refuse to believe someone would kill over an article. There can't be an idiot that stupid in the world, and even if there were, there's no way I'd be unlucky enough to run into them."
She simply refused to believe she could have such terrible luck. As for who it was, she couldn't care less.
Claire Sinclair carried the box with the mannequin head out to the stairwell, tossed it into the trash can, and returned to her desk in the office.
