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thought: what church did the Lees belong to? Maybe they could start a search or something.
    â€œDo you know what church Tam goes to?” Sam asked Makayla.
    â€œNo, why?”
    Sam shrugged. “I just wondered if maybe his church was organizing a search or something for him.” The longer he was missing with nothing being done, the angrier Sam got. “It’s about time someone started doing something, you know?”
    Makayla nodded as the first bell rang. The noise level almost exploded as kids stood and shuffled and talked louder.
    Mrs. Trees popped the microphone with her index finger, filling the cafeteria with three quick boops over the speakers. Everyone stopped moving and talking. “Students, if you would, please hurry along to your homeroom class. Instead of activity period this morning, you’ll be coming back to the cafeteria for an assembly. Thank you.”
    The racket erupted again as everyone rushed to spill out of the cafeteria.
    â€œYou coming?” Makayla asked, lifting her backpack to her shoulder.
    â€œNo, I think I’m going to try and talk with Mrs. Trees. Get what info I can.”
    â€œGood luck with that. I’ve got to put my bag for your house in my locker, so I’ll see you in the assembly.”
    Sam set her backpack against the wall, then made her way toward the stage, weaving around all the sixth, seventh, and eighth graders trying to squeeze out of the double doors. “Mrs. Trees . . . Mrs. Trees,” she called out as she got closer to the principal.
    â€œYes, Sam?” Mrs. Trees turned from the deputy standing just off stage.
    â€œI’m covering the assembly for the Senator Speak . Is there any information you can give me before it starts?” Sam pulled out a notebook and pen. Although cell phones weren’t banned from school, technically, since the bell had rung, she wasn’t supposed to use one. Sam wasn’t about to do anything to get in trouble right now.
    The principal took a moment’s hesitation, glanced at the deputy, then back to Sam. “Deputy Jameson will be making an announcement regarding Tam’s disappearance and asking if anyone has any information regarding the situation.”
    â€œIs there any new information?” Sam glanced to the deputy to include him.
    Mrs. Trees turned to Deputy Jameson, who stepped closer. “We’re going to be asking if anyone has any information regarding Tam, to let us know.”
    â€œWe’ve set it up so they can write what they know on the index cards being handed out at the door and drop them in a box on the way out so no one will know who responded,” Mrs. Trees said.
    That was actually a really good idea. “Can I help?”
    Mrs. Trees smiled. “Sure. You can help Mrs. Creegle hand out the index cards.”
    That wasn’t exactly what Sam meant, but she nodded. Thoughts of Tam being alone and scared or hurt kept bouncing around inside her head.
    As if she knew she’d just been mentioned, the guidance counselor joined the small group on the stage. “I have the box ready. Do you want it by the door now, or wait until near the end of the assembly?” Mrs. Creegle asked the principal.
    Mrs. Trees glanced at the deputy. “Why don’t we wait until the end of the assembly? That way, no one will bother it until we collect any index cards.”
    â€œSam here is going to assist you in handing out the cards,” Mrs. Trees told the counselor.
    Mrs. Creegle smiled. “Thank you, Sam. Come on, the bell’s about to ring and the teachers will be bringing their classes in.”
    Sam followed her to the main double doors.
    â€œYou stand on the outside here and hand a card to each person who enters, and I’ll hand them out for those that enter by the media center.” Mrs. Creegle handed Sam a stack of white index cards with faint bluewriting lines, then turned and headed to the other side of the