“Hey.”
The whisper came from behind me. I turned to see Haley almost hiding behind a potted plant at the edge of the party. She motioned for me to come over. I was worried about what she wanted to talk about. Ever since finding out Aunt Christine was dating one of the Splinter Council, I knew she wanted to do something (and after she destroyed Madison last year, I knew she could pull it off, too). We’d had some long conversations, mostly me trying to talk her out of doing anything, fearing retaliation by the Occupation, but I’d thought I’d finally succeeded.
Here’s hoping.
“Hi,” I said. She looked nervous, chewing a piece of gum.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Nothing. Just got back from my interrogation with the Occupation,” she said.
I scowled. They’d kept their presence invisible si
