9
THE UNEXPECTED WRINKLE
Michael blinked over as he caught sight of me walking into his office.
“John,” he said, trying to smile, but something was bothering him and wouldn’t allow him peace.
“Everything okay?” I asked, coming over and dropping Claudia’s backpack on his desk.
I dropped my backpack on the floor. His office was quite big, much larger than the other assistant principal’s. The library hallway where Claudia and I had spent our time on the ledge and the class we had hidden an entire period was just around the opposite corner.
The office had a nice view of the back courtyard. It might have been a teacher’s classroom at one point from the size of it. I could easily imagine student desks lining the empty spaces.
Distressed, Michael dropped his head forward and hunched over h
