I hadn’t even been able to concentrate in class today because I was thinking about what she’d said. If she turned out to be right, that could be major. I’m talking Today Show and Good Morning America—Oprah might even feature me on her Oprah Presents show. But I didn’t mess around in that underbelly world. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that those folks could be dangerous, and the last thing I needed was to be caught up in some danger. But if I played my cards right, kept the cops on speed dial, and just did what I do—report the story—it shouldn’t be a problem. After all, reporters exposed stuff all the time. But where would I start? “Miss Morgan?” I jumped as Mrs. Williams slammed her hand on my desk. “Is my class interrupting your thoughts?” “No, ma’am. I’m sorry.” She pointed to the chalkboard. “So then, can you answer the question?” I stared at the board, and I swear, it was a bunch of jumble with historic dates and arrows pointing everywhere.
