It wasn’t easy. Not one bit. Mr. Farden brought his bag everywhere—whenever he walked to classes, during lunch breaks, and even going to the restroom. Gareth, Maria, Fin and I took turns following him whenever we could, but to no avail. So when Gareth and I met by the locker area after class, we couldn’t help but feel both restless and helpless.
“It’s gotta be there, right?” Gareth whispered, looking around to make sure no one was listening. He leaned on the locker next to mine while I arranged my books. “I mean, he wouldn’t carry that thing around everywhere if there wasn’t anything valuable in it.”
“He's way too cautious,” I agreed with him. “Do you think he suspects anyone would try to get it? For a civilian eye, that scroll must just look like an old, normal paper, right?”
“Wait,
