Sophomore Freak (Reject High: A Young Adult Science Fiction Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Pacific. I’d saved his wife’s life. To thank me, the last thing he’d said was that he was right all along – I’d grown up to become nothing. A part of me had died inside when he said that.
    Spivey had one of his men show me to an interrogation room. It was nothing like the cold, dingy space I’d thought it could be. It was a regular room, with white walls and no outside windows. It was hot. The brown table at the center had seen better days.
    I wiggled in the seat cushion of my metal chair. Where’s Ray? He couldn’t have been that far behind us, and he’d broken all sorts of traffic laws to get to Julia. I gasped for breath and tasted blood in my mouth, so I spit it out on the carpet.
    Spivey entered the room alone, without my father or someone else to play “good cop.” He took off my handcuffs and I got a quick look at them. They had white stones all over them. White ice. That’s what it does – you can use goshenite to take away someone’s powers. Mine hadn’t returned, so he must have more white ice nearby.
    Spivey shoved the table to the side, propped his chair close to mine and sat. Our knees almost touched, which made me squirm. “Hand over the chain,” he said, making a “come here” motion with his hand.
    “Turn my powers back on . . . and I will,” I said, blinking through the tears forming in my eyes. It stung to breathe. I told him the truth. Normal human beings can’t bend titanium with their bare hands. “Where are the . . . real policemen?”
    He laughed and pulled out everything in my pockets – my money, cell phone, Ryan’s necklace, and my ring of house keys – and set it onto the floor. Is that even legal?
    “You blew up the school,” he said, sitting back down. “Thanks to you, I’m back on the street. Good thing I was on duty tonight. I’ve got witnesses saying you stabbed Julia Champion and enough red crystals to make them say whatever I want them to say.”
    I’d done quite a few illegal things in the past month – beating up Selby, breaking into Peters’ house and Reject High, bribing a janitor, destroying school property . . . and this was the one I’d go down for? “Ryan stabbed Julia. You know that?”
    “With floating knives? Tell that story and I’ll get you committed.” He scooted his chair closer and his left knee bumped into my right one, sending shocks throughout my leg. “Talk about the provenance crystals. Where did you hide them? Let’s start with the green.”
    He couldn’t read my mind to find their locations. I moved them once a week to keep the trail cold. I tried shuffling my thoughts, just in case he got past my ADHD and tried to find out. That’s when another officer showed Ray into the room.
    “I’m Ray Champion – his . . . legal counsel.” Ray gathered my things from the floor. “We’re leaving. Unlock his handcuffs. You can’t hold him without a charge, and he didn’t stab my wife. I don’t know who or what did it, but it wasn’t my son.”
    “He can’t leave yet. Not until he answers my questions,” Spivey said.
    Ray faced me. “We can’t leave yet. Not until you answer his questions.”
    I cursed out loud. What’s the point of having a lawyer for a parent if he can’t withstand a little mind control? “What are your questions, Spivey?” I sighed, bracing myself.
    “The crystals – including the gold one – where are they?”
    When adults use ice, it eventually wears off. To stall him, I figured I’d wisecrack my way through this until the effects disappeared. Since he wanted information, he wasn’t going to kill me. I wasn’t sure he could do it, anyway, white ice or not.
    “Until your gofer tried to kill Julia, I didn’t know there was a gold source. Search your feelings. You’ll find the truth, my son.”
    “You think that’s funny? I’ll throw you in a cell right now. Laugh all you want.”
    I hadn’t been charged, photographed, or finger-printed. Don’t I get my rights read to me? Does anyone