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Chapter 5

Back in my apartment, my cell buzzes. The texts don’t stop until after midnight. The video was linked all over the place. Everyone thinks I look great.

In the morning, though, it’s Jacy that’s on my mind. Something was wrong last night, and not letting him talk first was rude. I text him: I’m an idiot. Call me.

He doesn’t. I check online. Not a single blog entry since the day before the concert.

Again, I skip the elevator and take the steps. No one answers when I ring the bell or after I knock. I press my ear to the door but all is quiet.

It occurs to me that Jacy might have been telling the truth about his folks. Which means that if the Strodes weren’t fighting, something was bothering them, too. Perhaps Mr. Strode found out about the Voice internship and he won’t let Jacy do it if he has to drop Discrete Mathematics, which maybe ten other kids in the history of high school have taken.

Or Mr. Strode’s company got downsized and he lost his job. Or Jacy’s grandmother died. Whatever it is, Jacy refuses to return a phone call, text message or email the rest of the week.

I do some detecting. That means hanging around the building lobby to ask the postman if the Strodes filled out a “hold the mail” vacation card—they didn’t—and then calling Josh and Charlie to see if they heard from him. Neither of them knows what’s going on. It’s like Jacy, and his family, dropped off the face of the earth.