Chapter 18“Can we, like, stop and search anyone we think is about to commit a crime?” Will asked as they stood on Main Street, watching the busy crowd of shoppers walk up and down the sidewalks.
Troy smirked and shook his head. “Thinking about committing a crime isn’t, uh, a crime. Although I guess, Terry could send them a message that’d hopefully persuade them not to do whatever it was they were gonna do.”
“Cool,” Terry said, smiling. “Can I try to persuade Paul not to pass gas quite so loudly?”
“f**k you!” Paul raised his middle finger. “Not my fault they served baked beans at lunch today.”
“Children,” Troy said, trying not to smirk. “Terry knows, as do you all, that he can’t abuse his powers.”
“Not even if doing so would benefit others?” Will asked, stepping away from Paul and hold
