Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Robby glances over his shoulder, as if daring Mike to push the issue. Face it,Mike tells himself, staring his teammate down. You don’t want to make him mad at you.

In a soft voice, he sighs, “Fine.”

“I didn’t,” Robby says, pouting.

Mike nods. “Okay.” He’ll believe Robby, this time. Maybe it was his own ChapStick and Mike just hadn’t seen him take it out of his pocket in the first place. Maybe that’s all it is.

Then why doesn’t Mike think that’s it? Why is his stomach twisted into knots, his hands sweaty, his head throbbing in his temples? And he isn’t even the one shoplifting.