took an oath of secrecy.â
âYouâre kidding!â
âItâs true.â
Candy thought for a few seconds; then she said, âYouâre allowed to break an oath for one minute if itâs for someoneâs good. But you have to circle the room three times widdershins.â
âYouâre making that up. I donât believe you.â Mickey looked at her to see if she was serious. She was. She was Irish. Her parents were killed in a car crash. They had that in common. Mickeyâs parents were also killed in a car crash when he was only seven. Heâd been in foster homes ever since. The Hobbitsâwas his fourth. And his last, he hoped.
âWhatâs widdershins?â
âYou circle to your left.â She pointed a handful of knives and forks at the kitchen floor. âDo it.â
Mickey did it. He walked three times in a circle around the kitchen. Then he told Candy about the girls who attacked Birgit and what the Hit Squad did to them.
âWhatâs this got to do with Heck?â
Mickey said, âIf you bothered to go to school I wouldnât have to explain all this.â He told her about Joey Washington. Candy listened without interruption.
âSo we need Heck as backup muscle. These guys are big and mean. Look, the minuteâs up. I canât tell you anything else.â
âWhat do you plan to do to these guys? Cut off their hair and paint their heads, same as those poor girls?â
Mickey shrugged. âProbably. Itâs not all figured out yet. Why are you being so sarcastic?â
Candy frowned as she let the last pot dropwith a clatter onto the drain board. âSounds to me like you really enjoyed doing it to those girls, cutting off their hair and everything. You enjoyed it, Mickey, didnât you?â
Mickey shrugged. âI donât know.â
âGave you a feeling of power, right? You enjoyed making those girls suffer.â Candyâs eyes glittered like pins.
âThey were pigs. Bullies. They had it coming.â
Candy grabbed a towel and helped with the last of the drying. She said nothing and wouldnât meet his eye.
After a while he couldnât stand her silence.
âWhat?â
She said nothing.
Louder. âWhat?â
She gave a sniff. âWell.â She stopped. âI donât see much difference between you and the bad guys. Seems to me your so-called Hit Squad is just as bad as the bullies youâre out to get.â
Chapter Eleven
Mickey usually ate alone in the school cafeteria, but today Peter and Whisper joined him. They discussed the hit on Tweed and Bibby, Joey Washingtonâs attackers.
âKeep your voices down,â warned Whisper.
Mickey felt good that he now had Grand-view friends. Heâd noticed in the last few days that other members of the football teamwere starting to give him friendly smiles and nods and call him by name. âHi there, Michael,â they said. Had Whisper or Peter been telling other football players about the hit on the three girls? If not, why had they become so friendly all of a sudden? What about that oath of secrecy? He remembered talking to Candy. She had sure fooled him with that widdershins garbage. But was he really fooled? Or had he just used it as an excuse to talk about something that had been worrying him? Used it as an opportunity to get something off his chest?
But he had broken Birgitâs secrecy oath, he knew that. And this made him feel bad too.
Then Mickey saw something that made him feel sick. He gave Whisper and Peter a nudge and pointed. Over on the other side of the cafeteria their two future victims, Tweed and Bibby, were giving Billy Rudge a hard time.
Everyone knew Billy Rudge. Billy was mentally challenged. Everyone liked him because of his constant smile and his eagernessto please. He cleaned and waited tables during the lunch hour and was paid a free lunch. He was wearing his Canucks T-shirt and
Bethany-Kris, London Miller