TrulockIt looked suspicious as hell to me. Just as I rounded the corner, Jerry Michaels’s head disappeared from the doorway of the boy’s locker room. I would have sworn he was nude. Naked was not unusual for a high school locker room, but it was very unusual for a bare-assed guy to poke his head out into the hallway. At any rate, it was enough to pique my curiosity. My crepe soles took me soundlessly inside. I halted at the sound of voices.
“All clear?” That was Ben Raphael. He and Jerry made up what was popularly called the Monte Vista Ravens’s Ice Cream Team. You know…Ben and Jerry’s. Ben was the quarterback; Jerry, his favorite receiver.
“Nobody in sight.”
“Okay, Burnside, do it!”
Burnside? Jack Burnside? That was my buddy. Hell, I was meeting him later at the library. Curious, I pe
