We ran out of the classroom as Cross ran in.
We almost crashed. The guy who’d dashed from the room was right behind him.
Jordan’s jaw went slack. “Thought you narced.”
The guy shook his head, but ducked around us and went back into the room.
“What happened?” Cross stepped between us, grabbing my hand. “Roy said you might need help.”
“We had a situation. It looks bad on the security tapes.”
Cross let go. “Got it. Go.” He nodded after Jordan, who was already down the hall.
“What are you going to do?”
“You tell him,” Jordan said to me. “I’m going to start.”
“We gotta get that tape before they see it,” I explained. Cross settled next to me and moved to catch Jordan.
“What are you saying?” I could hear the secretary, Mrs. Cooke, asking as we opened the door to the office.
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