24. Cry Havoc
Ben
I was out of breath by the time I got to the school’s front entrance. The night was pitch-black and biting cold. There were only a few streetlights around Prospero High School and limited lighting on campus at this time of night. It would conceal us from most onlookers outside of the school, but it might also conceal us from the one person whose attention I wanted. Still, I had to try.
Stopping beneath the HOME OF THE POETS sign, I scrawled a large T in the hot pink chalk The Old Man had given me. I had drawn two similar marks on other parts of the school. I knew the odds that he would show up in a timely manner were small at best, but going against Robbie, I knew we needed all the help we could get.
Content that I hadn’t been seen, I ran around to the north edge of t
