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they usually get. So a C student gets a C answer key—or maybe a C+. But it’s always in the normal range. The higher the grade, the more expensive the cheat sheet. Hannah says they range from seven to twenty dollars.”
    â€œYou’re kidding!” I squeaked. “How many customers does this guy have?”
    â€œAccording to Hannah, about ninety percent of the kids buy in. Draper has two biology classes and two math classes. That’s about a hundred and twenty kids. If ninety percent of them take part, that’s a hundred and eight kids. Let’s say one week there’s a math and biology test. If the guy averages twelve dollars a sale, he would make”—there was a pause as she worked the calculation in her head—“about thirteen hundred dollars.”
    â€œWow,” I breathed. “That’s a lot of money. By the way, do you know you sound like a math problem?”
    Liz chuckled.
    â€œDid your sister say anything else?” I ask.
    â€œYeah. Apparently our genius lives close to the school. The sales take place at his house during lunch.”
    â€œSo how do the kids hand in their cheat sheets? Does our scammer make the switch?”
    â€œNo. The only risk he takes is copying the original answer key. The kids have to figure out how to switch the sheets on their own. Most of them smuggle them into the test under their shirts and make the switch sometime near the end of the class when Draper isn’t looking.”
    â€œAnd nobody’s been caught?”
    â€œNot a single person.”
    â€œAnd nobody’s squealed?”
    â€œNot yet.”
    â€œWell, it’s time somebody did.”
    I rolled onto my stomach again and saw Jack standing in the doorway. He’d obviously been listening.
    He sent me a look that was a combination of pity and disgust, shook his head and walked away.

Chapter Nine
    Liz had said the guy behind the scam lived close to the school. Sean lived close to the school. That was one more strike against him. I was sure he hadn’t snagged the answer key when I’d seen him in Draper’s classroom, but he could’ve gotten it since. With the test date creeping up, he might be in selling mode. It was time to keep an eye on him.
    I decided to tail him at lunch on Friday. I tore off toward his locker as soon as the bell rang. As I waited for him to show up, I tried to get lost in the mob of kids dumping off books and grabbing lunches.
    It wasn’t long before Sean showed. He crammed his books into his locker and took off. I followed him to the exit and watched as he jogged across the field toward his house. All I had to do was wait. Once he was out of sight, I’d follow. There were bushes near his house where I could hide and spy on anyone who paid him a visit.
    As I went to push open the door, a hand gripped my arm.
    It was Jack.
    â€œWhat do you think you’re doing?” he sneered.
    â€œIt’s none of your business,” I snapped. “And let go of me.” I yanked my arm free.
    â€œYou’re following Sean,” he said. “I’ve been watching you.” He didn’t look amused. “You’re a crappy detective, Laurel. The only one getting caught is you.”
    I glared at him and reached for the door again, but again he grabbed my arm. This time it hurt.
    â€œI mean it, Laurel,” he said through gritted teeth. “Back off. Sean is my friend. I’m not going to let you drag him through the mud just so you can get a stupid newspaper story.”
    I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.
    â€œAll you’re doing is looking for glory. You don’t give a rip about the people you’re hurting.”
    â€œSo you admit Sean’s guilty,” I sneered.
    It was like Jack was a blow-up doll, and I’d just stuck him with a pin. His shoulders sagged, and his head drooped. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m asking you to leave this