Chapter Seven
To Hell & Back
“Here I thought you were reformed. But that was no more than one fat lie.” He paced the office, while I stood in the center, not sure whether to be ashamed or pissed. Both were on my mind, but Tony was talking so fast that I was too confused to feel anything. “This took planning, guts, a lot of thought, and a little luck. Too bad your luck ran out. Too bad.” He examined me like I was graffiti on the bathroom wall. “It’s been in your mind quite a while, getting all the angles right. And then today, just enough of an opening. You were ready, clothes and all.”
“I guess you got it,” I answered, deciding to be sullen. “So what’s it mean, back to detention?”
“No,” he snapped. “It means you’ll keep your mouth shut unless I direct you to speak. It means you’ll be w
