TWENTY-FIVE

 

One time after school started again, I was in the library messing around on the computer. I went to the website for the Washington City Paper and looked at Monique Atwater’s articles. Nothing.

Then I went to Jeff Johnson’s website. Nothing there either—nothing about the mayor.

So I didn’t know what had happened. Except maybe just nothing and that was the story. It felt wrong. Johnson was a liar. The mayor’s son was a jerk, and so was Chaz. But it was all going to be covered up so Holt wouldn’t have to deal with any bad press.