“I don’t get it,” I said, once dinner was over and it was just me and Todd again, back in the dorm.
“Nope, doesn’t make sense. Almost nothing Simon said matches with what we know. The money is off by a mile and he didn’t know a thing about the lab in the mountains.”
“Or he’s simply lying,” I said. Only, I knew he wasn’t. That’s the thing about being super, about being me: I generally know when someone is lying, unless they’re truly adept at hiding it. Their heart rate spikes up, their pupils dilate, and they give off a certain faint smell of sweat. It’s all subtle, but there just the same. In truth, I’d make a killing working court cases, except there wouldn’t be as much press, and we all know how I love to see myself in the papers.
“He wasn’t lying,” said Todd. “You can tell. It’s not
