donât care about any lawsuit.â Mom didnât sound convincing at all.
Dad put his hand over hers. âWhere?â
âItâs top secret, sir,â Agent Fullerton said, pretending to be sorry for not being able to tell them where I was going. âItâs a secluded but safe facilityâthatâs all I can say. Itâs been our experience that itâs better if parents donât know.â
Dad nodded. âOf course.â
âIâm glad to hear weâll have Lincoln here join our boot camp.â Agent Fullerton clapped his hands like it was in the bag.
âNo,â Mom said again. She pulled her hand away from Dadâs. âLincâs not going.â
5
SATURDAY, NOON.
AGENT FULLERTON LOOKED LOST. WHICH was when I figured it was time for Lincoln here (that would be me) to speak. This was my chance to change things for my family and make up for all the trouble Iâd caused. I owed Mom and Dad that. Plus, Iâd made a deal with Fullerton, so now I had to step up. âI want to go, Mom.â
Mom looked at me, horrified. âReally? Itâs boot camp, Linc.â
âI know.â I looked at the principal, Dad, and back at Mom again. It was time to tell them what they wanted to hear. âIâve got to change, Mom. I know I make bad decisions and that I always cause trouble even when I donât mean to. Maybe this camp is just what I need.â
Mom just stared at me, her mouth gaping a little.
âItâs just like being grounded, but Iâll be somewhere else. So you and Dad donât have to worry about me. And it might make this lawsuit go away.â I gave Agent Fullerton a stare, and he gave me a tiny nod, confirming our deal.
Mom closed her mouth, then slumped in her seat a little. âBoot camp?â she mumbled.
âItâs okay, Mom.â I gave her my most convincing smile, like I was oh so happy to go.
She still took what seemed like forever before finally agreeing. âOkay. If this is what Linc wants, Iâll go along with it.â Mom sat up and looked at Agent Fullerton in that way she always does when Iâm supposed to clean my room or something like that. âBut he calls me. Every day.â
âI donât thinkââ
âOr heâs not going.â
Agent Fullerton nodded. âI think we can arrange that.â
The adults were practically high-fiving one another over this whole boot camp plan, and I went back to being âLincoln here.â Mom gave Agent Fullerton her speech about nutrition and the growing child, and Dad somehow ended up talking about tire tread with Principal Thornton. They were relieved.
Meanwhile, I was sweating bullets. Thinking of this exchange, these bad dudes, and where they made Benjamin Green disappear to. It was a good thing my parents had no idea what they were really signing me up for.
We left the principalâs office. Agent Fullerton followed us home in his dark sedan. I was supposed to gather some essentials and leave with him for boot camp right away.
I was stuffing an extra sweater in my backpack when Dad knocked on my bedroom door. Even though it was open. âHey, Linc.â
âHey, Dad.â
âAll set and ready to go?â He pointed at my backpack.
I nodded. This was weird. Iâd been away on overnight trips before, once with school, but never longer than a night or two. âYou think I can bring my skateboard?â
âWhy not?â Dad said, sounding a little distracted. He looked me in the eye. âYou sure youâre ready, Linc?â
âYeah.â Not really, but this wasnât the time to be wimping out. âItâll be good for me.â
Dad smiled. âI hope so, buddy.â He took his keys and moved them around the ring. âHere.â He unhooked the small metal compass and put it in my palm.
âBut isnât this yours, from Grandpa?â
âAnd now itâs yours.