He leaned in close to me. “That bitch,” he hissed, “betrayed me.”

Get in line, buster.

But Micah wasn’t done. “So I don’t care where she is, and I don’t care what happens to her. She deserves whatever punishment is inflicted upon her. Jennifer Santos is a worthless whore of Satan,” he went on, “and you know it, because you are, too.” He spat in my face.

I stood there in shock. So did the freshmen, the students in the classrooms (who most definitely were watching), and everyone else on Cross Campus.

Poe simply stepped forward and handed the megaphone back to Micah.

And then clocked him in the jaw.

I hereby confess:

I’m just as shocked

as you are.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” Poe kept saying, over and over, as we hightailed it off Cross Campus.

I looked over my shoulder as we raced up the steps near Maya Lin’s Women-at-Eli Memorial Fountain, which bears more than a passing resemblance to her better-known Vietnam Veterans Memorial. (That lady has one schtick, but it’s a good one.) Yep, Micah was still down for the count. The three freshmen huddled around his prone form. We so needed to get out of town.

“I can’t believe I just did that. Why did I just do that? I can’t believe I just did that.” Poe reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Oh, for Persephone’s sake! What was he going to do, mop his brow?

But instead he handed it to me. “Did he get you in the eye?”

Too surprised to stop myself, I took it, and wiped Micah’s spittle off my cheek. “No. Thanks.”

“What was I thinking?” Poe leaned against a bulletin board near the library and dropped his head into his hands. “I’m going to get arrested. I’m going to be suspended. If they charge me with a felony, I’ll never pass the bar.”

“I might be a bit biased,” I said, “what with the defending-of-my-honor and all, but I thought it was wicked cool.”

“I just…as soon as I heard him talking about—Rose & Grave like that…”

“Rose & Grave?” I cocked my head at him. “Don’t you mean Jenny and me?”

He slid down the wall and studied his sneakers. “Oath of fidelity. Oh, I’m in trouble.”

Okay, so maybe not so much defending my honor. At least, not any further than his oaths required. But even if the thought didn’t count, the action sure as hell did. “Come on.” I held out my hand. “Let’s keep moving.”

Poe dropped both hands to the pavement and pushed himself to his feet. “Right, because running from the scene of the crime is always the correct course of action.”

“He’s not going to report you,” I said, as we took refuge in the nearest college’s common room. “Because then he’d have to explain how he was a big pussy.”

We sat on a leather sofa hidden from the door by a grand piano, and Poe flexed his hand. “It hurts,” he said, his tone one of surprise.

“Well, you hit him pretty hard.” We sat there for a moment, neither of us speaking, as our adrenaline levels dropped and we each caught our breath. It had been a good long while since I’d seen anyone in a fistfight—if this could even be counted as a fistfight. After all, there’d only been one punch. And yet…I glanced at Poe, who was still examining the damage to his knuckles. I think I’ve made a new entry on my list of things that surprised me about Poe.

Malcolm would be so proud.

Finally, I broke the silence. “What exactly do they mean when they call us the ‘Brotherhood of Death’?”

Poe rubbed his sore fingers. “It’s a barbarian term,” he said. “It’s really popular among the conspiracy theorists who think we’re secretly Satan worshippers. Go look on that website, you’ll see it all over.”

Hmph. Right now I was pretty sure secretsofthediggers.com was experiencing a bit of a deluge. Hey, there was an idea. Keep hitting it until the bandwidth overloaded and the site went down. If we crashed it, there was no way they’d be able to post anything else. I’d have to remember to tell Josh. There was, after all, more than one way to skin a paranoid conspiracy theorist. Of course, there could be a number of other ways to stop him (or her), too. The person doing most of the heavy lifting the past few weeks had been Jenny after all. Who knew if the information she’d been feeding us about how to find this guy had been false all along? Surely there was someone else in the club with enough computer knowledge to do some damage.

“It’s because of the death and underworld imagery—all that stuff we use during the initiation,” Poe was saying, while I pictured the whole scandal ending in a whimper, not a bang. “In the Christian tradition, the underworld is always hell, always the realm of the wicked. That wasn’t the case in the Greco-Roman tradition. There was no value judgment placed on afterlife location. Heroes went there, too. Bad people were punished in Tartarus, heroes wound up in the Elysian Fields, but everyone went to the underworld.”

“Thanks. I’m not clueless on the mythology, you know.”

He shrugged. “It’s another way they try to explain away our influence. Same as those nuts who think we’re all controlled by reptiles from outer space. We’re powerful, so we must be in league with demons, see?”

I nodded. I suppose I could understand the confusion. “Jenny called us the ‘Brotherhood of Death,’” I said. “On Initiation Night.”

“Does that surprise you, knowing the company she keeps? Note that her parents called us that as well.”

“No, it doesn’t surprise me.” I leaned back on the couch and folded my feet up beneath me. “But it does make me wonder.”

“What?”

I bit my lip. If I spoke my thoughts aloud, Poe would dismiss them, the way he dismissed every one of my so-called conspiracy theories. The way all of the Diggers had. But I was used to it by now, so what did I have to lose? “Just how long she may have had this planned. I know she dislikes being a Digger, and I’ve had reasons to suspect for some time that she’s been breaking her oath of secrecy. I think she’s been telling her boyfriend back there what’s been going on at the meetings.”

Poe’s eyes widened. “Did you tell anyone about this?”

“Josh,” I said, “but he brushed me off. I’m the uninformed, hysterical one, remember?”

“Amy, if you think you’re a second-class citizen in your club, it’s only because you’re acting like it.”

“No, it’s because no one listens to me.”

“Which is because—” Poe stopped himself, and sighed. “Never mind. Go on.”

“Anyway. What if Jenny had been planning on exposing us since the moment she joined? Was that something anyone in your club feared? I don’t know what kind of deliberations went into tapping her, but you do.”

“That stuff’s a secret.”

“Apparently, a lot of things are secret, until they get out. Maybe keeping these secrets isn’t very good for us.”

“Or maybe the problem is that the info was leaked…to the patriarchs you seem to believe kidnapped her.”

“So it was a concern!” I pounced on the hint. Poe winced. “What did you debate?”

“Jenny’s big sib was a computer programmer,” he said.

“Is he around?” Maybe he could help us.

“I’ve been waiting to hear back from him since the story went live.”

Ugh. Seems all the recent patriarchs had moved on and washed their hands of us…except Poe.

“Jenny was the best option to replace him, and everyone agreed.” Poe hesitated. “I shouldn’t be telling you any of this.” But then he came to a decision. “Yes, we wondered if she would have difficulty dedicating herself to the society, considering her strong religious views, but you couldn’t argue with her credentials. She’s a genius. Remember, we were trying to tap a class of super-women.”