I would never have been accused of stealing the koala if Vance Jessup hadn’t made me drop a human arm in the shark tank.
It wasn’t a real human arm. It was a plastic one Vance had stolen from a department-store mannequin. But it looked real enough through the glass of the tank, which was how all the trouble started.
Vance was the toughest, meanest kid at my middle school. He was in the eighth grade, but...