Robinson’s class when she heard the door open. She probably wouldn’t have even looked up if Bud hadn’t done the audible gasping-so-hard-that-you-almost-choke-on-your-own-spit thing. And what she saw made her feel sick to her stomach. Mr. Sanchez was standing at the front of the room, talking with...
“Okay, so we’ve got a driver’s license made out to Alphonse Marchetti. A membership card for some club in Washington, D.C., signed by Alphonse Marchetti. The Society of American Magicians membership card, signed by society president Houdini for member Alphonse Marchetti. And some kind of business...