“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice a little higher than usual.

They both turned to look at me at the exact same time.

And I mean exactly—synchronized-swimming level coordination.

That alone made me even more suspicious. They looked like kids who’d been caught doing something they absolutely weren’t supposed to be doing behind the school building. That was the vibe. That was the feeling crawling up my spine.

“Terrence!” I called his name again, louder this time.

I could ...