Everyone settled down, but no one spoke for a minute or so. It felt odd, because usually no one arrived at the same time, and everyone told each other their news before they even began the meeting. King was also always the one to start them. King, full of charisma and spirit, was the type of man that people could get behind. Poor Karl was all the brains, a proper genius, but he was quiet and usually let King convey his ideas for him.
Fox nervously fingered the buckle on his wrist and Joanne shot him a quelling look. She hated his nervous habit, and the repetitive motion made her antsy as well.
Karl coughed. “I guess we have to begin the meeting.”
Before speaking, Fox made sure everyone was paying attention. “Okay, we all know King was taken, and it’s possible that we were betrayed from within, but I don’t think anyone here would be able to do such a thing.”
“I do,” Simon said, but left it at that.
“I’m not so sure, Fox,” Mrs. Parks agreed.