Phone interupts

Just as they reached him, Connor's phone went off.

"Hang on!" he said, with a touch of relief, and answered without even checking who it was.

"Hi son," said the caller. Connor gulped.

"Hi... Dad." he said. That shut up everyone, except Sherie. Nate began explaining the family history of the Joness to her in a quiet tone as Connor talked.

"Sorry to call you at school. You are at school, right?"

"Yes, but umm... lunch." Connor said.

"Good! Well, did you get my message?" asked his father.

"Yeah, but it didn't make that much sense."

"Sorry for that too, but it can't be helped. You'll pick me up tomorrow, and I'll explain then. In the meantime, just stay under the radar. Be a good boy, behave yourself." Just like that, the call ended. Connor shrugged sheepishly at the others. Then Connor felt a tap on his shoulder. He twisted to see Joan standing over him.

"So," said Joan, "Can we talk for a minute?"

"Sure," said Connor, "Grab a seat."

"I mean... privately."

Connor shrugged at the others, and then followed her out of the canteen. Joan led him to an empty classroom, and they slipped inside.