The one the bank printed, with the transfer at the bottom of page two.”

She pressed a small brass key into my palm and closed my fingers around it.

“Everything you need to prove the transfer is sitting in my school locker.”

“Why are you doing all this?”

“Because she typed my name across the top of a lie.”

The sky above the football field was turning orange along the bottom edge.

“Brooke.

How much trouble is she really in?”