that is, if you could keep it âentertained and hydrated,â or so he said.
âYeah, Dillon,â I said. âWe were just discussing where to buy the saw. I heard Home Depotâs got a great deal on skull saws right now. Just forty-nine ninety-nine. Plus tax.â
Danielle reached over and pretended to measure Dillonâs skull with her hands.
âCome on, get off me.â Dillon laughed, swatting at her hands.
Danielle and I laughed as well, almost like old times. I was again reminded that at some point weâd probably have to tell Dillon the truth. We both couldnâthide being a secret agent from him for much longer. Especially with how bad things were getting between Medlock and the Agency. For all we knew, the whole town could find out about the Agency soon, if Medlockâs plan was carried out.
âWhatâs up with you?â I asked him. âI havenât seen you much lately. Danielle says youâre busy with researching some new theory.â
âOh, yeah!â he said getting that excited look on his face. âThis is the Big One, man. In fact, I could really use your help with it. Want to help me collect samples Wednesday morning before school?â
âBefore school?â I said. âAs in, like, five or six?â
âYeah, man,â Dillon said excitedly. âThatâs the best time to catch the fungus unawareâthat or late at night. But I need more morning samples. Come on, we havenât hung out in a while. It will be like old times. . . . Remember that summer when we went out every morning at six to see if we could amass the worldâs largest collection of living earthworms?â
To tell the truth, I didnât really want to get up that early to help Dillon with one of his ridiculous and pointless theories. But, honestly, I also felt really bad about how much Iâd been blowing him off lately. Besides, itâsnot like I was really going to do any spy work at five in the morning.
âOkay, sure, letâs do that,â I said. âTell me about the theory so I have some background.â
âAwesome, youâre the best!â he said, his eyes practically sparkling. âWell, I made some great progress just last night. Get this: I collected fourteen samples of fungus from the snowy fields north of our house. My early testing shows that theyâre just a few years from being able to pull themselves from the dirt on their own, having survived two winters now somehow. A few of them were even starting to form legs! I sent them off for more testing, lab testing, you see, but the preliminary results are good. Or, well, not so good when considering what the fungus is planning. Because I also uncovered evidence that their first-phase goals will be to eliminate all steak sauceâdonât ask me why. But after that it gets even worse. . . .â
I was sort of listening to him ramble on about his new theory, but mostly I was trying to keep an eye on Gus. Iâd spotted him in line shortly after sitting down. He sat at the same table he normally did with a few of his friends and hangers-on. He seemed to be acting relatively normal. He laughed and joked and made fun of several kidspassing by. Typical Gus. Maybe he was just a sociopathic jerk and nothing more? Just because he was capable of supporting Medlockâs insane plans didnât necessarily mean that he was actually the inside guy. That was pretty loose reasoning.
As I sat there, thinking it all over, I suddenly realized that I had been staring at Gus the entire time. And now he was staring directly back at me. With a scowl on his face.
A scowl that was now approaching me quickly from across the cafeteria.
CHAPTER 17
TRY MY RASPBERRY TOE JAM
âO H, NO,â I SAID.
âI know, right?â Dillon said excitedly. âIf the strawberry jam didnât make the fungi samples recoil in pain, then why would apricot? It makes no sense at all, and