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motel.”
    Tara’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected him to acknowledge that, not that she needed a pat on the back or anything.
    Mrs. Crabtree saw the rope burns on his wrists and the dark circles under his eyes. “Are you alright? Should you be here, I mean?”
    “There’s a police car waiting for me out in the parking lot. I need to take that test, and then they’re taking me home to be with my Mom. I’ll be gone from school for the next two days for my father’s funeral.”
    “Your father died?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    Now the principal’s frown was completely gone. “I’m very sorry for your loss.”
    “Thank you.”
    The principal kept looking from Tara to Flynn and back again. She was about to ask another question when the door suddenly opened and then slammed shut behind them again, only there was no one there.
    Tara blinked. That would be Millicent, and she was obviously ticked. She just did not like Mrs. Crabtree.
    Mrs. Crabtree was very familiar with the crazy stuff that happened when Tara was around. The last time she’d confronted Tara Luna, she’d gone home with a black mustache drawn on her upper lip from a runaway permanent marker. She’d had to bleach her skin to get it off, her lip had peeled, and it had taken a week for the bleach smell under her nose to go away. She wanted no part of the girl or her spooks. She looked down at the notes. She’d never gotten one from the police department on a student’s behalf before.
    “Write them a hall pass,” she told the school secretary, and then bolted into her office and closed the door.
    Tara got her note and walked out, heading to first hour as fast as she could walk. She didn’t want to talk to Flynn and then be all red-eyed and crying when she got into class. But she didn’t walk fast enough and Flynn caught up with her halfway down the hall.
    “Tara, wait.”
    She pointed to the hall monitor and kept on walking.
    Flynn sighed. She was really mad, but so was he. His uncles down in Ardmore were already planning his dad’s funeral. Flynn couldn’t wrap his head around the fact he’d never talk to him again. He knew he should have told someone about Floy Nettles threatening him yesterday morning. It might have stopped Floy’s brother, Sam, from kidnapping him, but it was too late to change what had happened. It was frightening to learn that someone killed Floy only hours after Floy had confronted him, and they still didn’t know who had done it.
    He watched Tara walking away, and could tell by the stiff set of shoulders and her long, hurried stride that he’d hurt her feelings by shutting her out. He was so used to taking care of business on his own that it had never occurred to him to dump his troubles on anyone. However, knowing what she could do, as she’d said, he had been something of a dumb ass not to ask for help, and was man enough to admit it. If she’d only give him a chance to apologize, it might help unwind the knot in the pit of his belly.
    Tara knew Flynn was watching her, but she kept on walking. She wanted to talk to him, too, but they couldn’t do it now, and she didn’t want an audience when it did happen.
    He’s sorry.
    Tara sighed. So am I.
    He’s very sad.
    I know. His father died.
    Well duh.
    OMG! Tara gasped. Of course Millicent knew that. In fact, Michael O’Mara and Millicent were in the same place now. If Flynn’s dad would come to her, she could talk to him. She could find out where that money was hidden and turn it over to the police. Then whoever was still out there would have no reason to come after Flynn.
    Millicent! You need to find—
    Pop!
    She caught a glimpse of pink smoke just before she heard the pop.
    Well great. Millicent left without a word of goodbye and Tara was at her classroom. She had to go inside. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
    Flynn left the building after he took his Spanish test. Tara saw him getting into the police car and leaving during the break between