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deathdate.”
    Wallace made a noise that sounded like a stifled laugh. Faraday cut him a look, and Wallace regained his composure quick. “So you told Mrs. Tibbolt the date you think she’s going to
die?” he asked.
    “No. She came to me about her daughter, who has cancer. Mrs. Tibbolt wanted me to tell her if it was okay to go ahead with the drug trial.”
    “I thought you weren’t psychic?” Faraday said.
    I sighed. This was so frustrating. “I’m not. I told her that her daughter was going to live for, like, another eighty years, so Mrs. Tibbolt knew that she should go ahead and put her
daughter in the drug trial.”
    “How did Tevon figure into this?” Faraday asked.
    “I saw his picture.”
    “You saw his picture?” Wallace repeated.
    I nodded. “I don’t need to see someone in person to see a deathdate. I can read them off photos just as good.”
    “So you saw his photo, and then what?” Faraday asked.
    “When I saw Tevon’s date I asked Mrs. Tibbolt if he was sick, too, and she said no. So then I told her that his deathdate was this week, and she didn’t believe me. She called
me a fraud and left.” And then I thought about the phone call at the diner and decided I might as well tell them all of it. “Later on that same night, I called her to try and convince
her that I’m not a fake, but she got really mad at me, so I hung up and left her alone.”
    “She tells it a little differently, Maddie,” Wallace said after a slight pause. “She says you threatened her son. She claims you told her that, if she didn’t listen to
you, something bad was going to happen to Tevon.”
    I looked at the photo still in Wallace’s hands. “Something bad
has
happened to him,” I whispered.
    Principal Harris sucked in another breath, and the tension in the room went up another notch. “Where is he, Maddie?” Faraday asked me softly. “Tell us what you did to him and
where he is.”
    My eyes widened. He didn’t believe me, and he still thought I did something to Tevon. I knew then that I wasn’t going to talk my way out of this, but I also knew who could help me.
“I think I should call my uncle,” I said, as the warning bell for seventh period sounded.
    “Your uncle?” Wallace asked.
    I nodded, feeling a little better for thinking of calling Donny. “He’s a lawyer, and I think he’d want me to call him right now.”
    Principal Harris cleared his throat, held up his hand. “Agents Faraday and Wallace, I’m afraid I’m rather uncomfortable with this interview taking place in my office. If you
want to question Madelyn further, then I’ll need to contact Mrs. Fynn and allow Maddie to call her uncle, as she has a right to have her attorney present. Otherwise, gentlemen, that will be
all.”
    Faraday stood, but Wallace ignored him. He leaned forward, his gaze intent on me. “Are you sure you want to get attorneys involved here, Maddie? I mean, if you tell us where Tevon is right
now, we may be able to cut you a deal. But if you lawyer up on us, it’s gonna be worse for you down the road. Let us help you, Maddie. Tell us where Tevon is, and stop torturing his parents,
for God’s sake.”
    I hugged my backpack even tighter as the agents looked expectantly at me.
    I kept thinking of the stories Donny told me about his clients and how dumb a lot of them were to talk to the police first before they called him. “I don’t think I should say
anything more to you without my uncle,” I said. Faraday nudged Wallace, and the two got up and moved to the door, but after opening it, Agent Faraday turned back to look at me.
“We’ll be in touch, Maddie. Soon. You can count on it.”
    His promise left me cold to the bone.
    After being released from Principal Harris’s office, I didn’t go to my seventh period ceramics class. Instead, I headed straight to the girls’ restroom and
hid in a stall. While I waited on the final bell I called my uncle, but it went straight to voice mail. I left