Chapter 3THE NEXT MORNING, Fritz arrived at school early. The stormy forecast had put him in a good mood. He slid his key into the desk lock, went back into the hallway, and let the door close. He touched the doorknob. Not receiving a shock, the portal wasn't open. He returned to his desk, unlocked it, and removed the key. “No lightning, no surprises.”
Still having time before classes, Fritz went to the office. George regularly beat the birds to the worm, so they would have a few minutes to talk. “Hi, George. Got a minute?”
George motioned Fritz in and said, “Close the door.” The size of a small bedroom, the office had the same blah paint job as the rest of the school. Already cluttered with piles of papers and official looking folders, Fritz asked himself if George's desk served as a ba
