Chapter 7

I picked up a few pieces of paper with my mouth and dropped them at Parker's feet. He looked down, and his eyes immediately lit up.

By the time Terrence returned, Parker had already regained his composure. "Mr. Schmidt, you said this answer sheet was found in my desk?" He held up the "evidence."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Parker bent down to pick up the scrap paper I had just found. "Then please compare the handwriting. This one is my real thought process. It's the one I casually discarded yesterday. As you can see, the two handwritings are completely different."

Terrence…