The Fourth Stall, Part 2
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The life of crime is good.Mac has taken down legendary high school crime boss Staples, business has been booming, and Mac and Vince are getting ready for middle school baseball tryouts. But this can’t last. Mac has always tried to keep his friends close and his enemies closer. But what happens when you can’t tell the difference?
This dilemma walks into the fourth stall in the form of Trixie Von Parkway—an eighth grader with a mean look and an even meaner predicament. The new science teacher is terrorizing her, and she needs Mac to get him off her back. Seems simple enough, but as Mac starts to dig deeper, he finds even more trouble brewing at his school, including a new administrator bent on destroying his business, and indications that Trixie isn’t who she claims to be. In the past, the worst thing that could have happened to Mac was that he might lose a little money, maybe catch a beating. In The Fourth Stall Part II, though, there’s going to be much more on the line than that.
there. Other than it causing me to miss baseball tryouts, I didn’t really care at all about the detention; I’d just use that time to work on some of my current cases. But I was concerned about the fact that the Administration was now on my tail. It’d been hard enough to keep up with business anyways; now I had to worry about being cased by Suits. All I could do, though, was be more careful and hope that Dr. George really didn’t have a clue what was going on, that it had just been an empty threat.
Kjelson didn’t say a word. He just stood there, one arm still folded over his chest, the other reaching up and rubbing his chin lightly. He studied Vince. He studied us. His face was blank, as if he were in a trance. The silence was practically exploding all around us like grenades it was so tense. Then Mr. Kjelson did the last thing I ever expected him to do. He laughed. He laughed until his face was red and tears were streaming down his face all over the floor, and he was slapping his leg
think I don’t even know who my own teachers are? Yeah, of course I’m sure!” “Oh, right, sorry. I just, it’s just that that’s not really matching up with what I’ve heard about the guy, that’s all,” I said. “Well, do you always believe everything you hear around here? Because if so, then I’m probably wasting my time,” she said, starting to get up again. “No, wait,” I said. “I mean, I actually do have pretty good sources. But I suppose they have been wrong before.” She looked at me and didn’t
left the gym, I looked back and saw Kjelson still staring at me darkly. In his mom’s car Vince and I exchanged looks that suggested he was thinking the exact same thing. I was sort of feeling pretty grateful right then that the next practice wasn’t until Tuesday. Chapter 10 Friday—School Hallway Friday morning at early recess Vince and I stopped by Tony Adrian’s locker to check on the traps we’d set earlier that week. Tony was there waiting for us, looking more nervous and fidgety
sat there calmly erasing and filling in circles. While we worked on the tests, Tyrell was carefully cutting off the school bar code and labels applied to the security envelope, and then after that he’d use the glue to apply everything onto the envelope we’d brought with us. It felt like we were in there forever, erasing and filling circles. Erasing and filling. Erase. Fill. Erase. Fill. It was incredibly boring, and like I said, hand cramps were killing me. But by the time we finished the last