"Keep an eye on Mikka."

"You just said she's fine. She's probably in the back yard playing under the elm."

"Just watch her. It's started."

The heat bore down on them, and Brandy heard the buzzing whir of cicadas in the trees surrounding the field.

"What's started?"

Out in the parking lot, Amy honked.

"Owen Diggs will call a meeting soon," Trent said.

"How can you know? You're not even in the Plot Squad yet."

The horn sounded twice this time.

"We'll talk," Trent said. He released her and started walking back toward Academy Hill.

"Talk about what?"

He kept walking, ignoring her.

Muttering under her breath, she turned and ran back toward the Honda, where Amy was honking again. Brandy knew that today in this town, something had gone irrevocably wrong.

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