My brother was not the Scantron Scammer. He couldn’t be. Jack would never steal! But he had. I’d seen him with my own eyes. He had broken into Mr. Draper’s office and switched the answer keys. But why? He wasn’t even in any of Draper’s classes. And even if he was, Jack didn’t need to cheat. He was a brain! Had he done it for the money? That didn’t make sense either. Our family wasn’t rich, but we weren’t poor. And Jack had a part-time job. He didn’t need the money, unless— Could my brother be doing drugs? I pushed the thought away before I finished thinking it. Jack was too into health and fitness to poison his body with chemicals. Besides, he wouldn’t risk his basketball future. I started to shake. Shock was setting in. The idea that Jack was a thief was almost more than I could stand. But he was still my brother! He might have done a bad thing, but he wasn’t a bad person. I couldn’t rat on him. Then I heard something—not much, but enough to make me open the door a crack.
