Chapter 47
“What’re they going to do tonight?”
“I’m not completely sure, but it involves spray paint.”
Frank gave Mark a puzzled look.
“Today during seminar, Dennis and Jim were doin’ a bunch of whispering. The prof told them to shut it twice. They don’t know who I am, or that I know you, so I decided to follow them and see what I could pick up.”
Frank’s anxiety and interest increased.
“I walked along behind them, and Dennis reminded Jim to get a couple of cans of red spray paint from Meijer or somewhere and meet him behind the football complex at midnight. Then he said that Billingsly would be sorry.”
“That’s it? You don’t know what they’re going to do with the paint?”
Mark shook his head. “Not for sure, but it’s gotta be graffiti of some kind.”
“What are we gonna do?” Frank asked, worry coursing through him.
“We’ll be behind the football complex at midnight, too, and find out.”