Will shrugged. “I heard about it from you,” he said to June. “When you asked me to pick up the keg.”

“People were talking about it at choir practice on Thursday,” June said. “I don’t know who actually planned it. I think some kids from school have been going down there to skate in the empty pool.”

Will closed his eyes, trying to remember who he’d run into at the house. “When I got to the house,” he said, “someone opened the garage. They told me I could unload the booze there.”

“It doesn’t matter who planned it,” June broke in. “We were all trespassing.”

“We shouldn’t have been there,” Will said miserably.

“Come on, relax,” Hunter said. “There were so many people there. Everyone was wasted. They won’t be able to prove who did what, or who was even really there.”

They were all quiet, and Will just looked at him. “Things got really out of control.” He pictured, for the thousandth time that week, Maddie lying on the floor as a few girls coaxed her half back to waking. Downstairs, in the chaos of the kitchen, he’d overheard a kid laughing about it, and Will grabbed him and punched him in the gut. The kid bent over, gasping, not used to taking a hit. But he’d recovered quicker than Will expected, and when he straightened back up he launched himself at Will, the force of his hit carrying them both through the screen door. Trip had seen them fighting and grabbed the kid. He pushed him against the deck rail, which wasn’t fully attached yet, and it collapsed under the pressure, leaving the kid and the rail lying on the lawn. He was coughing and yelling insults, but he didn’t get up for more.

Will tested the skin around his knuckles, which was healing but still sore. There was no way, between his breaking the window and fighting in the kitchen, that every kid who’d been at the party wouldn’t know that he’d been there too.

Finally June said, “I’m worried, but Hunter’s right. Everyone who was there has an interest in keeping quiet. At least we didn’t write our names all over the walls. Did you see those kids who were tagging up the dining room?” She rolled her eyes. “If no one cooperates with the police, we might be okay. Just deny being there. Make them prove it. As far as we’re concerned, we were hanging out in the woods and it’s all an unfortunate coincidence.”

“So that’s our story?” Will asked. “End of year party at the rope swing?”