another hour of daylight.â
âI need to study. Iâm terrified of this Pledge,â Logan admitted.
âOh please. Youâre gonna ace that stupid thing. Besides, your birthdayâs not for months. And itâs the first week of the school year. Weâre practically obligated to cause some trouble tonight.â
Logan smiled. âThat sounds good,â he said. âIâll see what my parents think.â
3
It had been several hours since Mr. Arbitor had messaged to say itâd be another late night, and presently Erin sat on the floor of her apartment among no fewer than five empty DOME boxes, three of which had come from the Spokie office just the night before, brought home by her father and hidden deep in his bedroom closet under the irresistible label âSUPPLY ROOMâ113B.â
Their contents were bizarre, but promising. A small roll of clear tape, an ounce of chalk dust, gel, pellets, sticky beanlike things, a button . . . Erin stared at the pile with reverence, as she might a loaded gun or a rattlesnake. She knew what very little of the equipment was, and she knew even less about how to use any of it, but she was determined not to let that get in her way.
Sheâd already looked again through her fatherâs confidential papers, and sheâd caught plenty she missed the first time around about the particular âthreatâ Spokie faced, about who this âPeckâ might be, about the spy games he employed, and about the crimes heâd committed in this quiet Corn Belt town over the last few years. Sheâd certainly caught enough to know that she needed a tactical advantage for her mission not to be suicide. The details of the case were horrifying, and it was little wonder that theyâd brought in the big-gun Beacon talent to handle it.
Erin rolled up her sleeves. From his hiding spot under the couch, her iguana scampered over to see what all the intrigue was.
âYou wanna help, little buddy?â She picked Iggy up, and he looked at her cockeyed, paddling his claws in the air like he was swimming. His tail swished back and forth, and he stuck his tongue out in a short, funny rhythm.
Erin laughed. She decided to take this as a yes.
4
There was a rule in the Langly household about throwing anything upstairs in the yard on their roof. The rule was: donât throw anything upstairs in the yard on the roof.
But Dane had brought over a hoverdisk, and he had long ago convinced Logan that actually, if the Langlys had thought about it, the rule theyâd really meant to lay down was âdonât throw anything off the yard on the roof, and donât fall off yourself when youâre trying to catch it.â So the two of them stood up there now, watching the sun lower into the evening parts of the sky and tossing the disk back and forth on its lowest âfake outâ setting.
âYouâre likinâ that new girl,â Dane said after a bit of small talk. His throw zigzagged back to Logan.
âWhat, uh, makes you sayââ Logan lunged for the catch and didnât finish his thought.
âYou should introduce me sometimeâshe seems cool.â
âSure,â Logan said, his voice cracking over the word. âHow was New Chicago, anyway?â
âBoring,â Dane said, but he missed his catch, and the two of them watched wide-eyed as the hoverdisk floated over the roofâs edge and out of sight.
âYou broke our own rule!â Logan said.
Dane looked down over the railing and shook his head. âTo the letter of it, yes. But Iâm pretty sure the spirit of that rule is actually âdonât hit anybody on the street with anything you throw over the side, and donât break any neighborsâ windows.ââ He smiled. âWeâre blameless.â
So the two of them set about retrieving Daneâs hoverdisk from the tree on the opposite sidewalkâguilt-free, but with