“It’s not.”

She shoved her phone into her purse. “I know. I said, ‘Wouldn’t it be funny?’ Work with me here.”

I smiled. “Yes, it would be funny.”

“Thank you.” She widened her eyes. “So what happened?”

“He ran off. I have no idea who he is. He was as skittish as a baby rabbit, though.”

“That’s a clue. Maybe one that will help us.”

I sighed. “I accomplished my mission. I told him to stay away from the pool. I don’t really need to know who he is anymore.” This was becoming more trouble than it was worth.

“And you think he’ll listen.”

“I think you were right anyway,” I said, gesturing to the art around us. “I don’t think he likes to do repeat appearances.”

Two security guards talking into walkie-talkies rushed by us, toward the painting.

“They’re a little late,” Amelia said.

“We should probably go find DJ and rescue him from the cruel mission you sent him on,” I said.

“Yes. We should’ve just told DJ about the Heath Hall thing. After seeing so many people from school up here, he probably wouldn’t have found it weird.”

“Probably not.”

It took us searching every floor before we found DJ on the first. His tie was loosened, his collar beneath it unbuttoned, as if he was done being dressed up for the night. When he saw us, he smiled. “Still haven’t found it. Did you have better luck?”

“We had no luck,” I said.

“I found something else I want to show you.” Amelia took his hand. As she pulled him away, she looked back at me and mouthed, Do you mind?

I shook my head no. Amelia had been crushing on DJ forever. And it seemed like she was actually making a tiny bit of progress. I wasn’t going to get in the way of that. I stared after them for a while. A strip of white hung down below the back of his suit jacket and it took me a moment to realize it was his shirt. It must’ve come untucked. DJ was a mess. Cute but a mess. I turned and went to look at some art. I was at a museum, after all.

Eleven

“I don’t believe Coach isn’t letting you swim all four races today. I thought that’s what the paper you caught DJ with was implying.”

The cold metal bench beneath my legs made me shiver. “Amelia. Are you trying to get in my head right before we swim?”

“Sorry. Sorry. I’ll be quiet.”