From the Inside Flap
"I just realized how hard it's going to be to pull this off, even if everything goes right. Which it won't. Nothing in my life ever does. I mean, it was one thing when it was just a plan that I was sure you'd just think was stupid. It's another thing when it's something we're going to actually do." She looked at me. "Listen, we will have to be careful. We have to make a pact right here that no matter what happens, we won't ever talk about this conversation. We won't ever tell people about our plan. If we do . . . " She shook her head. "It's fraught with danger."
"Fraught?" I said. "Who talks like that?"
"Just think of what would happen if kids found out," she said, as if she hadn't heard my remark. "Our reputations would be ruined. We really need to make sure we're okay with the risk before we take the plunge."
"As long as you don't use the word fraught in any speech you write for me, I think we'll be okay."
"It might even be the sort of thing that makes the paper," she said, her voice rising. She was visibly trembling, her bog of hair shimmering as if she'd just stuck her finger in a electrical outlet. "Even the Portland news! Maybe we'd even end up as a bullet on Yahoo. Just think of it! We might even be expelled. It would go on our records. Ruin both of our lives. You might lose your scholarship. No way I'd get into Stanford, or any decent school for that matter. The only thing we'd be able to do would be some stupid reality show. Then in five years we'd be working at gas stations and somebody would say, hey, don't I know you, you were that girl that tried to fix a school election . . . Oh god, Josh. Maybe, maybe we--"
"Hey, hey, take it easy," I said, putting a hand on her arm. She looked at me in surprise, but she also stopped trembling. "We haven't even started and you're already losing it. You've got to be a little more cool under pressure."
"Cool under pressure," she said, nodding. "Right."
"It'll all work out."
"It'll all work out," she repeated.
"That's better. We're not doing anything wrong, Becky. It's not like we're rigging the ballot box. So don't use the word cheat. This isn't cheating. Not even close. We're going to have to get voted in just like anybody else, and it's not a given. We might lose. The only thing we're doing is agreeing ahead of time that if we do win, I'm going to step down. And that's nothing. Nothing at all. Okay?"
"Good. So it's a deal?"
She bit down on her lower lip. "You sure nothing can go wrong?"
About the Author
His highly anticipated new mystery, GHOST DETECTIVE, is due out in the summer of 2013. In a world where everybody dies but nobody leaves, Myron Vale is the rare individual who completely straddles both sides of the great divide . . . Find out more about the book atScottWilliamCarter.com/ghost.