Chapter 20
Frank had just gotten to the dorm after his last class on Friday afternoon. He’d barely set his new backpack down when Mark burst into the room. Frank looked up at him. “What’s up?”
“Tonight. Dennis and Jim—they’re doin’ it tonight,” Mark said, still out of breath.
“What’re they going to do tonight?”
“I’m not completely sure, but it involves spray paint.”
Frank gave Mark a puzzled look.
“Today during seminar, Dennis and Jim were doin’ a bunch of whispering. The prof told them to shut it twice. They don’t know who I am, or that I know you, so I decided to follow them and see what I could pick up.”
Frank’s anxiety and interest increased.
“I walked along behind them, and Dennis reminded Jim to get a couple of cans of red spray paint from Meijer or somewhere and meet him beh
