Deceiving Mr. Bevison

  Chapter 15

  The cheering of the students at the football game floated toward us like a dream on the breeze as we approached the field. Abrupt return to reality. Ms. Kent hurried over to us as we hove into sight.

  “What were you guys doing in the admin building? Now, right now, I want to know,” she whispered frantically as she made worried eye contact with Ian. He maintained a fairly effective deadpan and left us to hang ourselves with our own noose, the coward.

  “You can fool the police, but you can’t fool me with all that drivel about just happening to be outside the Head’s office in the middle of the football game,” she hissed.

  “Ms. Kent, we were trying to keep Harley away from the art object that he told you about, and we made a decoy.”

  “You what!?”

  “You know, to fool Harley and keep him away from the original.”

  “We took the original off Father Dell’s desk and were just going to hide it in the museum, honest,” pleaded Brookie, as he started to feel the heat. Ms. Kent’s eyes bulged.

  “That’s when Harley showed up and started chasing us,” I said, figuring Brookie needed some help. She shook her head.

  “If we didn’t have this game to play for, I’d make you go confess the truth now. We’ll go over there as soon as the game’s over and have a little chat with the Head. I don’t like this one bit.”