Devin was surprised the summons hadn’t arrived earlier.  He’d been vaguely suspecting it was inevitable.  After all, he’d missed a conspicuous number of classes over the previous week.  So it was on Tuesday morning that he finally found himself in Principal Veneer’s office.

Veneer held a manila folder in his hands, shaking his head in disapproval.

“I don’t understand this, Devin.  You’re usually a model student, and here you are missing thirteen periods in one week.  Almost all in the morning, and with your dad out of town to boot.  What am I to make of this?”

“You’re keeping up on my dad’s whereabouts?”

Veneer gave him a cold look.  “Arcata’s a pretty small town, Devin.  When one of our...

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