Free Killing Kirshner (A Psychological Suspense Thriller) by Mason Black Page B

mumbled.
    “That was just talk, man. We were all just blowing off some steam. None of us really meant what we said,” Sean stated.
    Abrams spoke up. “I meant it. I hate him. After what he did to us in the classroom, and what he is about to do to our lives. If he was in front of me right now, I would wrap my hands around his neck and …”
    “Abrams, enough! We are not going down that road,” Amanda interrupted.
    “Well, what else are we supposed to do? You don’t have to be a part of it, Amanda.”
    “Abrams, listen to what you are saying. Despite his flaws, he is a human being,” Amanda whispered.
    Abrams sighed. “You’re right, sorry. I’m just so emotional. You have no idea the sacrifice I made by quitting my job so I could go back to school; it has been really hard on my family.”
    Amanda touched his hand and gave him a smile. “Let’s go back to my room and we can talk about this. I’ll make everyone dinner and we can clear our heads a little. There has got to be something we can do.”
    Will remained silent as the five of them stood up and headed out the door. He folded the newspaper and tucked it under his arm. The answer to their problems had been staring him in the face for the past few minutes. A strange smile came over his face. “It’s a perfect plan,” he thought. “Perfect.”

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    Amanda whipped together some pesto pasta and a nice Cesar salad. Although it was probably not enough to feed her four hungry boys, it would do for the time being. It was not long before Amanda had to boil up some more pasta to satisfy them.
    Sean contributed some garlic bread from his dorm room. He ripped it into pieces with his hands, handing a piece to everyone. Sean shoved the bread into his mouth and took a large bite, “I thought you were going to lose it back there,” Sean said, gesturing to Abrams.
    “Sorry about that; I lost it like you said. I just don’t know what the hell I’m going to do – not only am I not going to be a lawyer, now I have to pay for a semester at law school with money I don’t have.”
    “Oh, shit, I didn’t even think about that. If we get thrown out, then the money we borrowed will be due. Isn’t that how it works?” Sean asked.
    “I think we have about three months to repay the balance of the law loan,” Abrams responded.
    “Fuck, I am screwed too. I don’t have $25,000,” Sean yelled.
    Amanda’s face turned pale white. Jack, Abrams and Sean stopped eating and watched Amanda slowly fall apart. She ran into her bedroom, sobbing and slamming the door shut. Will did not move from the table. In fact, he barely noticed her running out of the room. They all looked at him, waiting for some reaction.
    “Aren’t you going to see if she’s alright?” Jack asked.
    “Oh, yeah, I guess I should,” Will said.
    Will lightly tapped on her door and asked if he could come in. She did not answer. He walked in and found her on the bed, hiding under the sheets.
    Jack passed a napkin to Sean. “What the hell are we going to do?” Sean asked.
    “I was serious back there. I’m not going to let that bastard ruin us. We have all worked too hard to get here,” Abrams whispered.
    “Are we talking about actually killing a man? Do you really think we could do something like that?” Sean asked.
    “I think I might be able to,” Jack mumbled.
    “Well, Amanda won’t have it,” Sean responded.
    “Like I said before, she doesn’t have to be involved,” Abrams pointed out.
    “No, if we do this, we do it together. It’s just like we have done everything. It has to be unanimous,” Jack insisted.
    “Well, then, it’s never going to happen, man; she won’t be a part of this,” Sean argued.

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    Amanda stayed in her bedroom talking with her mother on the phone, who had called while Will was trying to console her. She talked with her mother at least once a day, assuring her that everything was fine and she was doing well. The only class she was worried about