“Nope.” Wynn thought for a moment and whispered, “Look, he might be a great help, he knows most of the druggies and nuts in the valley. He might be able to work undercover.”

Ketch thought this was the dumbest idea he’d ever heard of, but Wynn could start a lot of trouble for everyone if Ketch made the little guy mad. He liked spreading rumors. He might not be able to hurt Ketch, but he could cause trouble for Tuesday.

The sheriff would never go for this idea of Wynn’s; neither would anyone else on the team. Professor Monroe had mentioned that he’d almost gotten fired the first year he taught because he’d banned Bull from the chemistry lab. The family supported the college.

And Hank had said that Bull tried to fight him every chance he got because he thought Hank took his place on the high school football team.

Half the folks in town had crossed Bull’s path. He’d caused so much trouble in the bar one night that there was a raffle going on for who got to kill him first.

It crossed Ketch’s mind that letting Bull guard a place might be a way to keep Bull away from the bomb squad. He’d suggest it to the team.

“How’s Tuesday doing?” Wynn tightened the game. “She looked nice the other night. Maybe the rumors about her aren’t all true.”

Ketch nodded as they slowed in front of the science building. In the shadows, Ketch whispered, “You know, WW, you’re right. There may be a place for Bull. Tell him to lay low. Keep an eye on folks going in and out of the hospital. I’ll be in touch soon with details.”

Wynn started hopping around. “I’ll do that. I knew Bull would be an asset. I’ll suggest he keep a log. Time, date, reason for walking through the hospital doors. The hospital is probably the center of this fight and Bull doesn’t even know it.”

“Make sure he stays off drugs and sober. When we move, we’ll move fast, and he’ll need to be ready. Don’t try to contact any of us. We’ll contact him. He’ll be our secret agent working undercover. The fewer people who know he’s working with us, the better.”

Wynn slapped Ketch on the back. “Smart. I got to skip class and go tell Bull.”

“Remember. Tell him to keep his eyes open and be ready to help when the time comes. And make him swear he will not do anything until I call. I’m his shadow contact.” Ketch had no idea what that meant, but it sounded official.

Wynn hurried away.

That night as Ketch and Tuesday ate their veggie pizza, Wynn stopped by to say hello to Tuesday. The little guy was so nice, Tuesday was convinced his brain had been occupied by aliens.