There's always somebody saying something about me anyway and Sandy lived a hundred miles away. It wouldn't mean anything."Mark and David..." Jane paus...d, " ... they told you about us, right?" You and Sherry?" I turned to look at her and nodded slightly. "Yeah. They told me. I won't tell." I know," she said quickly. "Okay, I just was wondering, you know."We sat there for awhile, being quiet and pretending to read our books. I kept flipping pages, not feeling much like taking notes, and just. Once we received the ball back, we were to take a shot on goal. We then rotated to the end of the other line, and waited our turn to go again.I had three more days of tryouts before the first cut. We wouldn't find out the coaches' decisions concerning team makeup for a couple of days after that. By the time I was walking back to my bike after that first day, I was feeling confident I had done the best I could.As I was bicycling home from the tryouts, I decided to ride by Jake and Kayla's house. As he sat there looking, a small hologram of an older man came on, "Hello Derrick." the voice said then the hologram smiled. "Checking out Tempro I see, this is nothing just wait." "Wait, your the voice from before, Tempro I thought you said this was a recording." Derrick said. "It is sire, it is interactive," Tempro informed him. The voice laughed, "Well, it is mostly interactive. I do still have a signal to Tempro, just in case. I know you have questions, let's see if you do after I finish. Red…” She shifted in her seat as in discomfort and Imogen mimicked the motion involuntarily. “Red-handed.”“That much I guessed. Before or after you left the envelope?”“After.”“Good. Did you mention it?”“No, we didn’t. Not a word. We kept that part quiet.” She and Imogen exchanged bemused glances.“Also good. So tell me – what did he do?” The voice on the phone was no-nonsense, cutting right to the chase.“He didn’t call the police,” Lysette explained briskly. “He’s not going to now. He was.