"Matthew Laird, just what the hell have you been doing?" Mr. Laird demanded as he came around from behind the paintcans. Matthew's eyes went as wide as saucers seeing his father, only a little bigger than he was. Mr. Laird had a hand on Brett's shoulder. Brett had Mr. Laird's suit jacket over his shoulders and was looking as surprised as Matt was.
"Well, young man? I asked you a question, now give me an answer. And I want the truth. I know full well you've been using this." Matt's stomach sank like a rock as he saw Mr. Laird hold up the silver wand, shrunk down along to fit in his father's hand.