With Logan’s help, I’d aced the class final. It was the least he could do, since wrangling him and Tabloid Decoys had become my part-time job, one that was interfering with my real job, which actually paid me. The band members—Josh, Heather, and Corey—agreed to give me a portion of their CD sales for the next year. Since their previous year’s sales only reached mid-double digits, I figured my royalty checks would maybe buy me lunch. At McDonald’s. But the money wasn’t the point. As always, I needed to monitor Logan to keep him from spilling my secrets. Plus, I needed to wring every moment out of his time on Earth. Because this time, I knew it was ending. This time, I knew he was ready. However, his band—and its new “lead singer”—were not. Tabloid Decoys had only two rehearsals left before their big solstice concert. Logan and Mickey—finally communicating—had figured out the ultimate fake magic trick, one that would make Logan’s return to solidity less believable and thus less likely to cause a universal freak-out.
