Weezy grabbed the pyramid and laid the paper over one of its sides. Then she began rubbing the pencil over it. The engraved symbol appeared. She did
this with al six sides.
“Don’t forget the bottom,” Jack said.
Weezy nodded and finished up with that. She put down the pyramid and held up
the paper to look over her work.
“Got it.”
Jack peered over her shoulder at the strange symbols. What could they mean?
He gathered up the flattened panels and snapped them back into a cube while the professor lifted a hard- sided briefcase from the floor. He laid it on
the desk, opened it, and placed the pyramid inside.
As he snapped it closed, Jack glanced at Weezy. She looked like some of those mothers he’d see at the bus stop every fal when they sent their child
off to school for the first time.
3
Moments later they were standing outside, blinking in the bright summer sunshine. Weezy looked downhearted.
“It’l be al right, Weez,” he said as they got back on their bikes.
She looked at him. “Wil it? What if they lose it?”
“Come on. He’s an archaeologist. He does this sort of thing al the time.”
She sighed. “I know, but …” She let the word hang.
“At least we’l know how old it is. That’s important, don’t you think?”
She shrugged. “I guess so. But on the other hand, I don’t care how old they say it is, I
Jack felt a growing impatience. “But that’s just it, Weez—you
you’ve got to have some facts.”
She looked at him and shook her head. “You just don’t get it, Jack. I don’t think you’l ever get it.”
He was about to ask her just what she meant by that when he heard a car horn
convertible with the top down. They were stil in the professor’s driveway and the car had pul ed to the curb a few feet away. He instantly recognized the
driver.
Carson Toliver.
Everybody knew Carson Toliver. Son of Edward Toliver, the rich, big-shot real estate developer who lived in the biggest house in town at the far end of
the cul-de-sac. Local boy hero who’d enter his senior year as captain and quarterback of the Burlington Badgers, the high school footbal team. Probably
wind up captain of the basketbal team too. He had the tanned skin, long blond hair, and good looks of a California surfer dude.
And he was looking at Weezy.
“You’re Weezy Connel , aren’t you.”
Weezy nodded but said nothing. She looked like a deer in headlights.
“Yeah, I’ve seen you around. Heard you found a body in the Pines.”
She may have found a body but she hadn’t found her voice yet.
“We both did,” Jack said.
He looked at Jack for the first time. “And you are?”
“Just Jack,” Weezy said, her voice sounding thick. “He’s a friend. Just a friend. He’s going to be starting as a freshman next month.”
Carson had already lost interest in Jack and was refocused on Weezy.
“So … this body. Was finding it gross or cool?”
“A little bit of both, I guess.”
“I’l bet it was. I’d offer you a ride but I see you’ve got your bike. Maybe we can get together sometime and talk about it.”
“W-with me?” Weezy said.
