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front office, waiting for Pryor to show up. Jordan had stopped on the way here to cram one of the bins in the quad full of newspaper – part one of our plan to get Pryor out of her office.
    â€˜You okay?’ asked Jordan, leaning over to talk to Luke.
    â€˜Yeah,’ he said, snapping around to face her, eyes open slightly too wide. ‘Yeah, good. I’m good. Let’s do this.’
    He’d been exploding with nervous energy all day. Not that I could blame him, I guess. By the end of the day, we’d be telling his dad and everyone else about what was really going on in Phoenix – or we’d be even more dead than we already were.
    I just hoped he could hold it together in Pryor’s office.
    â€˜Mr Hunter,’ said Pryor, suddenly appearing in the doorway. ‘You first, today.’
    Luke jumped up like she’d zapped him with a Taser and followed her back down the hall.
    Huh . Pryor was tightening the leash again. No more letting us decide who went in to see her first.
    I wasn’t complaining about her choice, though.
    I looked across at Jordan. She was leaning forward, arms resting on her knees, like she was bracing herself for whatever was coming next.
    She smelled good today.
    â€˜So what do you reckon happened to More yesterday?’ I asked, leaning in nice and close to whisper in her ear. It’s important to be covert in these situations.
    â€˜You tell me,’ said Jordan. ‘You’re the one who saw it. You sure he wasn’t just behind the door or something?’
    â€˜What would he be doing behind the door?’
    â€˜Well, either he was still in there somewhere and you guys just didn’t see him,’ said Jordan, ‘or there’s another way out of Pryor’s office that we don’t know about.’
    â€˜Secret trapdoor under the rug?’ I suggested.
    Jordan smiled back. ‘Right.’
    After only a minute or two, Pryor was back.
    â€˜Miss Burke,’ she smiled, after sending Luke outside. ‘Please come with me.’
    â€˜Good luck,’ I whispered as she stood up.
    â€˜Yeah, you too.’
    And just like that, Pryor unknowingly finished handing out the jobs for our little heist. Jordan and Luke on distraction duty. Me in charge of grabbing the phone.
    I kicked back in my seat and tried not to think too much about what would happen if we were caught. This was actually surprisingly easy, thanks to all the other stuff that was buzzing around in my brain; trying to figure out where Ben had disappeared to yesterday; wondering where they’d put Crazy Bill and what I was supposed to be doing with his stupid clue; marvelling that I’d just had a whole conversation with Jordan without getting yelled at even once.
    Not that the yelling ever really fazes me. I mean, nothing wrong with a passionate relationship, right? But the peaceful moments are nice too.
    Before long, I heard the familiar clunk of Pryor’s door reopening. I checked the clock on the wall. Lunch was almost over. If this was going to work, we needed to get moving. I got up and crossed the room, meeting Pryor as she reached the doorway.
    â€˜Goodness,’ she said, almost running into me. ‘Eager to get started, are we, Mr Weir?’
    â€˜You know it, miss!’ I said, pulling my surveys out of my bag. ‘I’ve got some exciting findings for you.’
    â€˜Excellent.’ Pryor headed back down the hall. I followed her into the office and she pushed the door shut behind us.
    This was it. Any minute now, Jordan and Luke would start unleashing mayhem on the quad.
    There was no way to guarantee that what we were planning would get Pryor out of her office, but I was pretty confident. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt in my time at school, it’s how to make a scene.
    â€˜All right, Mr Weir,’ said Pryor, sitting down at her oversized desk, ‘let’s see what you’ve come up with.’
    I handed