Mr. Ramirez smirked and waved the files at him. “You just don’t want your names mixed in. I see. What do you want to know?”
“Mr. Morris left the school last night in a car with someone else.” Victor pulled his phone out of his pocket. He stood up, showing a bit more confidence in Mr. Ramirez, probably because it sounded like he was being taken seriously. He showed him the video Nathan had seen earlier. “He was there late a couple of days ago. The car you see here, that’s registered to Mr. Morris. We don’t know who the driver is.”
“That’s all you need?” he asked. “The driver?”
“Yes,” Victor said. “The other person in the second file, Mr. McCoy. He may know as well. He arrived at the school a few minutes earlier in a separate car, but we have a feeling he knows who it is inside. Either one of them might give you more information.”
“That’s all you need?” he asked. “A name?”
“Yes,” Victor said. “That’s all.”
“This might take time. How soon do you need it?”
“Sooner is better,” Victor said. “But no one’s dying.”
“Yet,” Nathan mumbled. He surprised himself with his own muttering.
They turned their attention onto him. Mr. Ramirez cocked his eyebrow again. “What’s this?”
Nathan made a face. “Sorry. I got ran off the road the other day. Long story. It wasn’t Mr. Morris and this person.”
“It’s part of this,” Victor said in a softer tone. “I should probably mention that. Two other people were in a black Jeep stolen from us. Mr. Morris arrived at the school driving it. The police are holding on to it for now. We don’t know if the two sets of people in the vehicles are connected, but we’re trying to find out who picked up Mr. Morris, and also...how he got the Jeep.”
Diego focused his attention on Nathan, slid his gaze to Silas and then to Victor. “Sounds like you’re all in something deep. You’ve got proof he stole your car? Why aren’t you showing the police this?”
“Because we can’t show them.” Victor’s tone darkened. “This is unofficial.”
“Ah,” Mr. Ramirez said. He dropped the files onto his desk and turned to them, crossing his arms over his chest again. “I see. I know I’m not supposed to ask too many questions of you, but this is pretty far out of what I’ve done for you before.”
“We’re ready to help you,” Victor said. “If you ever need something...”
“Yes, I know,” he said. “Sure. But I’m going to need more. If it’s dangerous enough that they are running teenagers off the road, I need to know what I’m risking my life over.”
Victor bobbed his head in a nod. “Fair enough.” He jolted where he stood, suddenly looking at his phone and checking the screen. “Although...it might have to wait.”
Silas sat up straight, as did Nathan. “Something up?” Silas asked.
“I need to get back. Something’s happened.” He looked to the others. “We have to go.”
Nathan stood up quickly and looked to Mr. Ramirez. “Will you do this?”
“Sure, I can get started,” he said. “But I want answers when I talk to you all again.”
Victor held out a hand. “Deal.”
Mr. Ramirez shook hands with him. “I’ll reach out to you when I’ve got something.”
Getting Ahead of the Game
Victor was on the phone the moment they got back into the car. Silas tilted the pedal until they were going over the speed limit, hovering between five and nine miles over. Just enough to be uninteresting to police, hopefully. The streets were mostly empty once they were clear of downtown.
Victor’s voice was tense as he continued to talk. “We need to do this tonight,” he told Mr. Blackbourne into the phone. “I’ll get the lines and emails covered. It’ll take time to set up.” Silence. “We’re on our way.”
They were halfway there before Victor was able to hang up.
“What’s going on?” Silas asked the moment he put the phone down.
“This keeps getting crazier,” Victor said. “Some students got sick. Food poisoning of some sort. They had to call in someone to come inspect all that food that’s in there.”
“Sick?” Nathan asked, sitting forward. “How sick?”
“It seems to be a low number, now,” Victor said. “Only we don’t know exactly what it is. From the reports coming in so far from Sang and Mr. Blackbourne manning the phones and emails, it could be anything in the cafeteria.”
“From that delivery that was made?”
“They think so. Only they are trying to keep in under wraps if they can. Mr. Blackbourne suspects it’s Hendricks trying to sabotage him. That this was a set up.”
The food that was swapped. “How long does inspection take?”
“I don’t know,” Victor said. “They’re trying to find out.”
“We can’t risk anyone else getting sick,” Nathan said. “So...wouldn’t it be faster to replace it?”
Victor was silent for a moment, gazing out the front of the windshield. “Replace what they brought in?”
“Sure,” Nathan said. “Let’s buy good stuff, put it in. We’ll know for sure it’s gone. They can take their time to test to see what it was if we need.”
“It definitely stops others from getting sick,” Victor said, and he brought his phone to his face, looking at it. “This is why we’ve got a team. I wouldn’t have thought of that.”
“This is why we need us together,” Silas said. He tilted his head, meeting Nathan’s eyes using the rearview mirror. “Right?”
He was talking about the thing with Lily. “You know I didn’t go to her to break us up.”
Victor and Silas were silent for so long that it bothered Nathan they weren’t answering.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Silas continued. “You had me wondering, though, since you wouldn’t talk to us all week.”
“I believe you,” Victor said. “North was pissed.”
“And Dr. Green,” Nathan said. “But they didn’t understand me.” He pressed a hand to his chest, his voice raising as he became more animated. He’d been dwelling on this for days. It was time he released it. “I couldn’t get on board if she’s not okay with it.”
“Is that why you’re not happy with the idea?” Silas asked. “You’re putting it on her? You’re not weirded out by it? Jealous?”
Nathan sat back, looking out one of the side windows. “Aren’t you?”
“I wanted to go out with her from the start,” Silas said. “If you had told me back then, I would have said no to all of this.”
“When we thought Kota liked her and wanted to ask her out?” Victor asked. “That’s what I thought was going on.”
“No, I’d already asked her out. Told her I’d take her to a baseball game or something. Only I didn’t realize about her parents. I backed off when I realized how much trouble she was in and that needed to be handled first. And then later Mr. Blackbourne made us agree not to approach her like that. She had to approach one of us, if she was going to at all.” He smirked and shook his head at the windshield. “You know, that’s what did it to us. She’s too sweet to realize what was going on. And we were too na?ve to think we could be around her and not grow to care for her like we’ve done.”
“She does have that way of making you feel like you’re special,” Victor said. He leaned his elbow against the door, putting his hand up to brace his cheek against it. “When she gets you alone...”
Nathan grumbled and sat back, rolling his head back against the headrest. The conversation was making him uncomfortable. “She could still just decide to go out with one of us,” he said. “If she really wanted.”
The car fell into silence for a moment. It was Victor that spoke eventually, in hushed tones and slowly. “Are you willing to ask her to pick one? Do you think she’ll pick you?”
It wasn’t a challenge, but a genuine question filled with worry. Nathan realized Victor feared this possibility.
And he hadn’t thought of it until then. It was in the back of his mind, but his default was always himself, because she spent so much time with him. But if it came down to it, if she chose anyone, was he the one?