“What about those guys?” said Miguel, gesturing toward the table where Charles and Andrew were finishing their desserts. Kyle was torn. On one hand, he didn’t want to give away the bonus his team had received thanks to the other team’s penalty. On the other hand, he didn’t want people saying he and his friends won because Mr. Lemoncello had tossed them an extra clue. He came up with a compromise. “Hey, Charles? Andrew? We’re all going to go grab some books to read to kill time till tomorrow morning. You two might want to do the same thing.”
