"with the door locked, usually around 3:00 p.m. Everyone who worked at the law firm of Boone & Boone knew that Woods was upstairs, shoes off, feet on the desk, phone on Do Not Disturb, snoring away for thirty minutes every afternoon. "You can tough it out," his father added. Theo's problem at this moment was his habit of trying to avoid school. Headaches, coughs, food poisoning, pulled muscles, stomach gas--Theo had tried them all and would try them again. He didn't hate school; in fact, he usually enjoyed it once he got there. He made good grades and enjoyed his friends. Theo, though, wanted to be at the courthouse, watching trials and hearings, listening to the lawyers and judges, chatting with the policemen and the clerks, even the janitors. Theo knew them all. "There's another reason I can't go to school," he said, though he knew this was a battle he would not win. "Let's hear it," his mother said. "Okay, there's a manhunt underway, and I need to go help. How often do we have a manhunt in Strattenburg? This is a big deal, especially since it's my close friend they're looking for. I need to"