me invisible ? "Bean you are such a loser!"
The greenhouse door creaked. Bean nearly exploded as a foot scraped on bare dirt. The sweat ran down Bean's face. Oh no . The murderer must have come back for the body. He tried to make himself smaller, and his hand brushed against a can.
It was totally silent. Bean prepared himself to die . I hope I don't pee myself when I kick off . A rustle of clothing had Bean prepared to open an eye.
Chapter 2
"Bean!" Something smacked his head and both eyes popped open. Spaz stood about a foot away from him. "Yo, Bean, snap out of it." A hand cracked across his cheek.
" Ow . Damn, girl, that hurt."
"Bean, what the heck are you doing here? Why are you hiding in the greenhouse? Where are the other guys? Did they make it out? Bean! Bean, why don't you speak?"
Bean grunted and dragged himself out of his hiding place. He fell into the aisle and sucked in a deep breath. "I couldn't get a word in. That's why I didn't speak. Geez girl, chill. Last seen, Pone and Shroom, running toward the garden gate. Security was after all of us. I hid in here. That's the last I know."
"We heard sirens, and I thought the cops got you."
"Not me. Uh, not yet, I mean." He brushed dirt off his pants. "Holy cow, I forgot for a second. I found another dead chick."
"Oh my God, where?"
Bean pointed out the door. "Around the corner, in the compost pile."
"Let's go see."
Bean grabbed her wrist. "No! Don't go out there. We gotta get out of here."
Spaz shook off his hand. "Not me, Beanie Boy. I stay. Old man Hunnicut will know I went missing. I wanna see the dead chick. Maybe I know her too."
"I don't think so."
"Outa my way, Beaner." She walked around the greenhouse. Bean peeked around the corner and watched Spaz stare at the dead girl. She dropped the tarp on her. "Yeah, I've seen her around, but I don't know her name. I wonder who offed this one."
"Spaz, there's no question Hunnicut is the murderer. That body out there proves it."
"Don't murderers kill each person the same way?"
"I think I heard serial killers have a pattern, why?"
"Because this girl has a bullet hole in her head. Amy didn't. She was strangled and hoed, remember?"
"I don't care. Come on, we're getting out of here."
Spaz grabbed his shirt and yanked him close. "Listen, Bean Brain. I am not leaving. Got it?"
She shoved him away and he stumbled against the potting bench. "But, Spaz."
She pulled at her skirt. "But nothing, Beaner. I stay, you go."
"I'm staying. Let me see that chick again."
"Spaz, don't. She's really gooey."
Spaz dropped the tarp. "Yuck. You're right. She's gross. Better call Pone's dad."
"I don't have his number, but I texted Pone to get Big Mike out here right away."
Spaz looked down at the tarp and let out a sigh. They went back inside the greenhouse. "I gotta go. You can either take a chance at the side gate, or let me try to sneak you into the house. What's it going to be?"
Bean had an urge to run–almost as bad as the urge to pee. But could he leave Spaz? Another no brainer. "I stay too. I can pose as a florist or something. Or I could hide in your room. What do you think?"
"I think you're an idiot. That's what I think. You are also brain dead if you think you are sleeping with me, pal."
"Oh man, I didn't mean–"
She slugged him in the arm. "I know, but I'll have to hide you somewhere. Let me think."
Bean perked up. "Good. You go think. I'll get some pictures of the dead chick and email them to Pone."
Spaz lifted a brow. "I knew you had a brain in there somewhere. I'm impressed."
Bean grinned. "Watch the master at work."
Spaz rolled her eyes. "Spare me, fat head."
Bean tossed her a quick smile and turned away. Spaz caught herself smiling and quickly wiped all traces off her face. She drew circles in the dirt on the table. "What am I going to do with this idiot?" She doodled in the dirt and thought. Suddenly, Spaz jerked her head up and smiled an evil grin. "I got it! Man-o-man, old Bean