Six Little Secrets. Katlyn Duncan

was bad enough that someone had broken into Teddy’s house to get the book, now it was wrecked. A prankster and Q ruined a part of his past.

      Teddy sat down, and everyone else did the same. The room was silent for several moments. He placed the torn halves of the novel together, shoved the book in his bag, and immediately went back to the paper chain.

      He was hyper-aware of everyone in the room.

      Zoe sifted through the pile of paper in front of her. She probably still clung onto the idea that there were more red slips.

      He couldn’t care less if there were more. He wanted the timer to tick down so they could see that all of this was some sick joke. Or else for the person to reveal himself. He bet it was his cousin. Declan always messed with him when he could. And taking Teddy’s money would be the ultimate prank for Declan. Teddy caught him numerous times snooping in his room. That’s probably how he knew Carrie was his favorite book.

      Teddy sat back in his chair and started to believe that it had been Declan. Logistically, Teddy wasn’t sure how his cousin knew about the bank account, but he was the only other person who knew how much Teddy made on a weekly basis.

      If he didn’t hide it away, his junkie cousin would probably have stolen all of the saved-up cash. There was no way Teddy would let Declan get one grubby finger on the money.

      As everyone started stapling the chain again, Teddy noticed all of them glancing at the clock when they thought no one was looking.

      Instead of staring at the clock, he started working too.

      ‘One minute left,’ Jackie said, breaking the silence.

      Did this girl always have to be the center of attention?

      Teddy looked up at the clock as the second hand made its rotation around the face. When the minute was up, he looked down at his bag and then gave a pointed glance to Jackie.

      ‘See, I told—’ Teddy’s words were swallowed up by a faint sound.

      He held his breath, hoping that he didn’t hear it again.

      The alert tone from his phone made his throat clench. Even from inside the librarian’s office, he recognized the sound. When he was out of school for the day or home on the weekends he always kept his phone on the highest ringer in case he was needed.

      ‘No,’ he said, standing up.

      ‘What is it?’ Zoe asked.

      His chair toppled to the ground behind him as he leaped up and started for the office.

      ‘What’s going on here?’ Mr. Curtis’s voice boomed across the room.

      Teddy whirled around and locked eyes with his teacher. Of course, he had to come back just when he needed to get to his phone.

      ‘I asked you a question,’ Mr. Curtis said, his eyebrows drawn together.

      ‘I, uh—’ Teddy mumbled. His mind raced for an excuse, but all he could think about was the alert on his phone. The one that sounded after he deposited or withdrew from his bank account. It wasn’t a coincidence that it went off the moment his time was up. He needed to see the balance of his account right this second.

      But with Mr. Curtis in the room, Teddy knew that wasn’t going to happen.

      ‘I’m stretching my legs,’ Teddy said weakly, giving the first excuse that came to mind. ‘I have a cramp.’

      Mr. Curtis narrowed his eyes, then glanced at the rest of the group. ‘Get back to your seat.’

      ‘Did you hear that announcement?’ Jackie asked Mr. Curtis.

      ‘What announcement?’ Mr. Curtis asked, eyeing the group.

      ‘It’s nothing,’ Teddy said, dropping back into his chair.

      His heart pounded, and his armpits dampened. The hope that Mr. Curtis had caught the person in charge of the ‘game’ disappeared in that instant. Explaining what happened to Mr. Curtis wouldn’t get his book or money back.

      Maybe whoever played this game with him knew the alert tone and was messing with him even more. He was the only one with the numeric pin to get into the account.

      He glanced at the book and let out a shuddering breath. He was wrong. He wasn’t the only one who knew the pin. He’d written it down inside the book. The one that someone had stolen from him and cut up.

      He tried to hold onto his composure, but dread pooled in his stomach.

      His money was safe. It had to be.

      He repeated those words in his head, not believing the alternative.

      ‘You didn’t hear anything?’ Zoe asked Mr. Curtis.

      ‘I don’t know what’s going on here,’ Mr. Curtis said. ‘But I’m trying to be as fair as I can. I have to work on the computer now to file some paperwork to the state for my teaching license, so I need to concentrate. Help me out, and I’ll try as hard as I can to get you out of here. All right?’

      Everyone muttered their consent.

      Mr. Curtis entered the office, and Teddy reached down into his bag for the novel. He opened it under the desk and lifted the stack of cash, counting it quickly.

      He had sifted through nine one-hundred-dollar bills before he stopped at the last one.

      This one was unlike the rest. It was a fake, printed on red paper. And someone else’s face replaced Benjamin Franklin’s.

      Teddy lifted the paper and held it up.

      The rest of the group leaned closer, each of them taking in the face.

      Their eyes fell on the next victim.

      It was Cece.