"I don't have anything to do with drugs," he repeated again, fingering the buttons on a shirt, his forehead deep in a sulky frown. "I'm not stupid. But there were drug dogs at school today and they got interested in my hoodie. They didn't even find anything cos there wasn't anything to find but they were real interested." He didn't say: Cy borrowed that hoodie last weekend. He hadn't told the police and the school councilor that and he wasn't going to tell Marcie. Wasn't even going to tell Tragos, though surely Tragos would figure that out on his own.