I asked Robyn. “Stick it up your nose, Trev,” she answered. We were back in the library working on our research project. “The guy with the pink lunch box looked suspicious, so I investigated. Which is better than you—sitting on your butt doing nothing. It’s your lunch issue that I’m trying to sol...
“Rats!” I slammed the receiver down and tried to think. How could I find out if Bellamy actually intended to slaughter those horses? “Something wrong?” Kayla poked her head in the office door. I closed my eyes. Kayla was absolutely the last person on earth I wanted to see right now. “Reese?” Kayl...