92 Chapter 92

Lunch was just as uncomfortable as the rest of biology had been. Lucy kept wanting to ask me stuff, and I kept silencing her with my stare. Finally, just before it was time to head to class, Emma said, "I don't know what the big deal is. So, he faked his death." She popped the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth and shrugged her shoulders. "It all goes with the drug cartel idea I had earlier."

I stared at her. "You remember that?"

"Sure," she replied. "A few things have come back to me. He probably didn't want his folks to be disappointed in him."

"Emma" I began, but then I remembered I'd promised Elliott not to say more. "Okay. Just we need to keep this to ourselves, all right? I mean, I think the authorities will catch him anyway."

"Okay," Emma agreed.

"No, not okay," Lucy protested, looking from her to me. "When are you going to tell her the truth?" Her voice was low, but her eyes were stern.

"I'm not," I replied. "She doesn't want to know the truth."