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stinking bow Keisha’s always dressing him up in. (Not that I’ve asked, okay? I’m over it.)
    Besides, Twitchett said I had a reward coming, and she wasn’t going to screw me out of that.
    Agatha shot out a skinny arm and grabbed the loose strap, tugging it back toward her. “Give it.”
    “Oh, no,” I said, trying not to get into a tug-of-war with her. “You can’t do that, Agatha.”
    “Why not?” She gritted her teeth and pulled harder. “It’s my idea, my work. I’ve got most of my calculations—I’ll just re-create my notes. Carter can eat my dust.”
    “But you can’t!” I pulled back and tried to think of a convincing argument. You know, besides the “You’ve gone psycho crazy” argument. “You’ve already got a great project. What about the idea you’re working on now?”
    Agatha stopped tugging. “What idea?”
    “You know, the one that’s going to beat the invisible goldfish?” I said lamely. It would’ve been a more convincing argument if I actually knew what her project was.
    Agatha gave a short, scary laugh. “You want to know what my idea is? Do you?”
    Believe me, I didn’t want to nod. But I did.
    “I don’t have an idea, okay? I have no project. I’ve got less than twenty-four hours to beat the socks off of Carter Oliver and I’ve got
nothing.
”
    I made a sympathetic face. My lame planets idea suddenly seemed pretty okay. At least it was better than nothing.
    “My parents don’t want to let me around anything remotely scientific because, thanks to Twitchett, they’re afraid I’m going unleash deadly bacteria on the world or blow up the neighborhood with my chemistry set. They want me to make electricity with a potato.”
    I understood. Electricity with a potato is cool, but we did that in class a couple of years ago. Even I knew she couldn’t do electricity with a potato.
    “Well, that sucks,” I said in my most sympathetic voice. “But you still can’t have the jackalope.” I jerked the backpack strap out of her hand and zipped it up so quickly that I almost amputated a jackalope nose in the process.
    “Animal hybrid! Not jackalope!” Agatha shrieked. “But why? What difference does it make if he’s my project? What do you care?”
    I didn’t answer. I’d just seen something through the spaces in the bleachers that made my stomach drop. I dropped to the ground to get a better look.
    “What are you doing?” Agatha stared at me.
    I couldn’t believe it. We were in big trouble. “That’s why,” I said, pointing.
    Two long black cars had pulled up next to the school.

6.
My Secret Life Revealed
    “No way,” Agatha said, peering through the hedges at the school. We’d ditched the bleachers for some nearby bushes that were less exposed. “It doesn’t make any sense. Why would the Suits care about us? Unless you let them see the rabbit hybrid. Did you? Just admit it.”
    I’d filled Agatha in on all the Mr. Suit activities at our apartment, but apparently she still thought I was a doofus. “Yeah, I introduced them first off. Sheesh, what do you think, I’m an idiot?”
    “Fine, sorry. But why us, then? We don’t know where Twitchett is. We’re just a couple of stupid kids.” Agatha shook her head.
    “Hey!”
    “Well, to
them
! They shouldn’t be paying any attention to us at all.”
    She had a point. If I were looking for Twitchett, I don’t think I’d be wasting my time stalking a couple of kids who can’t even drive yet. They must have security cameras to check or phones to tap or something, right?
    “Who are they anyway? Cops?”
    I shook my head. “Feds. Have to be, right? Maybe FBI. Or CIA.” I went cold just thinking about it. Those CIA guys could eat you for lunch. I’ve seen the movies.
    Agatha stood up. “Come on. We’re going back in.”
    I grabbed her and tried to drag her back down into a crouch. “What, are you crazy? They’ll see you! I said CIA, Agatha!”
    Agatha pulled her arm loose. “Your scenario doesn’t