A smile appeared momentarily on Randy’s face. In his mind, I’d just told him that I enjoyed it.

“This bust yesterday was pretty crazy,” Randy said as we made our way toward the teachers’ lounge. His tone was noticeably happier.

“Yeah,” I said, “there any word on who the anonymous tipster was?”

“Not last I heard,” Randy said, holding up his cell phone to signal he’d checked recently.

The image of Mike’s map materialized in my mind. And his words that something big was about to go down.

“I don’t suppose anyone would want to come forward as a snitch around here,” I said as we both we stopped at the vending machine. The Plexiglas display was cracked, duct tape over the...

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