“Want to come over to my house after school?” Pauline leans over to whisper to Leila while they’re sharing a lab desk. Today, they’re practising making fingerprints with black ink. “My pa made some awesome cookies last night. Maybe we could practise lifting some prints.”
Lee looks over at the awkward girl, usually so aloof. She can’t believe her luck. Pauline actually wants to be her friend. “Sure,” Leila tells her. “My mother is really busy anyway, making stuff for Christmas.” Maybe I can lift the prints of her missing cousin, John, the one police are looking for. She shares a glance with the student teacher, Miss Shetland, and holds one finger to her chin. It’s their signal that Lee needs to talk to her during recess.
Maybe I can lift the prints of her missing cousin, John, the one pol
