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last-minute comeback against Eastern High, more than a few kids had lost a tidy chunk of change to Bucky and Mike the Bookie.
    3.Lance got a text last night and ran out on Betty to go play dodgeball in Riverside Park.
    4.Lance was clearly working with the Riverside Boys to rig dodgeball games.
    5.Somebody, probably Ronny Kutcher, had sunk his dirty claws into my innocent bike and ripped it to shreds.
    I’d just finished making my list when KC Stone strolled in.
    â€œHow did you find me?” I asked.
    â€œI’m a journalist, Jack. I have my ways.”
    â€œWell, take a hike,” I said. “I’m busy.”
    â€œRight, you’re obviously trying to come up with some kind of crazy scheme,” she said, sliding into the booth across from me, “but Betty asked me to pass along a message. She’s taking you off the case.”
    â€œTechnically speaking, Stone, I’m not on that case anymore.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œBetty hired me to find out where Lance was going after he got those text messages. I showed her last night.”
    â€œYou mean that stuff about being in a gang?”
    â€œThat’s right. I thought Lance was just busy making sweet with a girl on the side, but it turns out he’s helping Bucky King rig underground dodgeball games. I’m also pretty sure he’s a key part in fixing it so football games at this school start out one way and end another.”
    â€œThose are some pretty wild accusations, Jack. Do you have any proof?”
    â€œI’ll get some,” I said. “You should sharpen your pencils and buy a few extra notepads, Stone, because this is going to be a doozy of a story when the poop hits the fan.”
    â€œGood luck with that, Jack,” she said, sliding out of the booth. “By the way, Lance told Betty he was just helping out a few friends last night, and he’s kind of angry about you saying he’s in a gang. I’d stay away from him for a few years if I were you.”
    â€œThanks for the tip, doll.”
    â€œNo problem,” she said. “And, Jack, if you call me doll again, you’re going to have more than Lance to worry about.”
    KC walked out before I had a chance to hit her with a snappy comeback, but as much as I hated to admit it, she was right about Lance. If he saw me snooping around, he’d punch first and ask questions later. Then where would I be? Probably back in the hospital listening to Old Doc Potter tell me how I should take a break from the detective game, which is exactly what I was trying to do before KC Stone dragged me into this mess. Now all I wanted was to scrape up enough money to fix my bike, but even doing that was complicated. Ronny and Lance were out of the question, and only a fool would go after Bucky, so who was left? I stared into my float. The last glob of vanilla ice cream was clinging to the side of the mug. I pushed it down with my spoon, stirred it around and looked over my notes again. That phone number, 555-3333, was staring back at me. Somebody was on the other end of that number. Somebody who was connected to Bucky’s operation. Somebody who knew times and places. Somebody with information about the betting that was going on in this town. As far as I knew, there was only one person at Iona High who fit that bill perfectly, and I was pretty sure I knew how to get him to help out with this investigation, whether he wanted to or not. But to do that, I needed to come up with a plan. And to do that, I needed another root beer float.
    Sunday, October 6, 2:21 p.m.
76 Triton Court, The Putz Residence
    I spent the rest of the weekend working out my plan. First I made a call to an old client named Gregory Pepperton, who still owed me a favor. Then I tracked down Tall and Pimply, the rube from the bathroom who’d lost a wad of dough betting against Lance and the Warriors. His actual name is Stanley Putz, and I decided to pay him a visit on