AFTER AN UNCOMFORTABLE lunch with Scooter and Ben—I still wasn’t convinced that Ben hadn’t been responsible for the missing compass—I decided it was time to summon up my courage and go see Sandy. I hoped Jack wasn’t on the boat. The last thing I wanted was to run into him again. I rubbed the lump on my head. It was slowly going down, but it still ached a little bit. The bigger issue was that I was having a hard time coordinating its blue-and-purple color to my outfits. Imagine having to coordinate all your outfits to your manicure as well.
I took a deep breath as I walked over to Jack and Sandy’s boat. As I got closer, I saw them standing on the dock. “Just stay out of it,” Jack said. “It’s none of your business!”
“But it is my business,” Sandy replied, her voice trembling. “How could it
