"Juvenex?" Penhall said, incredulously, "What kind of a name is Juvenex?"
"It stands for Juvenile Experiment," Fuller absentmindedly replied, flipping through the file.
"Are we after the person who named it, because I think they're definitely using something," Penhall muttered.
Fuller shot him a glare.
"Homicide."
Hanson lifted his head, which was formerly resting on the tabletop.
"A teacher, Florence Edwards, was found in the school parking lot, in her car; dead."
"Cause of death?" Hanson asked.
Fuller leaned back in his chair.
"A staple,"
Penhall was impressed that Fuller could keep a straight face while saying that.
"Um, what?" Hanson said.
"Someone stapled into her carotid artery, in her throat. She bled to death."
"Okay, so we're dealing with some creative kids," Penhall said.
"Juvenex Academy is an alternative high school," Fuller began.
"An exciting one," Hanson said, reading off the brochure.
Fuller narrowed his eyes.
"Sorry," Hanson meekly replied, setting the brochure back in the file.
"So, some of these kids are criminals. Some of them are mentally ill. Most of them do drugs."
"So we'll have a few more suspects than usual, no big deal." Penhall said.
"Look, I'm just saying to be on your toes. These kids are obviously not normal. The knowledge you've acquired in past assignments may not apply here."
Penhall nodded.
"You start tomorrow," Fuller said, getting out of his chair.
"The McQuaid brothers!" Penhall cheered.
"Heh." Hanson quietly added.