Grace.” Jack Powel frowned sternly at her, and ran a hand through his floppy brown hair. “Do you have any evidence to back up these claims?” Other than absolute certainty in the pit of her stomach? Other than nearly explicit—but undocumented—admissions from both suspects? Uh … “No,” she admitted. “I was hoping you could handle that. Now that you know what you’re looking for.” “And why come to me with this information? Why not the vice principal, or someone else in the administration?” “Wel , I figure they must have used the newspaper equipment to print the flyer, and you are the sponsor. It seemed like your department.” Harper hoped it sounded convincing. She wasn’t about to admit that when you’re turning in your former best friend for stabbing you in the back, it’s more palatable to do so with the hottest teacher in the history of Haven High. Besides, Vice Principal Sorrento had a creepy birthmark on his forehead that had already eaten most of his hair and would surely soon get started on his face.
