“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“One hundred per cent. If I’m wrong, then I’ll call maintenance and tell them I was looking at redecorating.”
“Won’t they think you’re a little strange, tearing apart your room?”
Her brow wrinkles for a moment.
“So, I call Caleb.” She shrugs. “Get someone from his team to come in.”
“You’re really doing this?”
“I’m doing this. Something is off, and I want to know what.”
I take the drill out of her hand, tapping the wall in several places. When I find the spot I’m looking for, I drill, making several joined holes next to each other. When the gap is big enough, I push my fingers into the plaster.
There’s a definite gap before I hit something solid.
“Last chance,” I say, looking up at Kat.
“Do it,” she says. “Whatever you’re going to do.”
I remove my fingers before turning my hand over and reinserting them into the hole. Then I pull.
It takes several tugs before the wood and plaster give way with a loud crack. Several more tugs and the plaster and thinchipboard come away, revealing a space and a wooden door, similar to all the other doors found in the hotel.
Kat drops down next to me. She turns her head, as if sensing I’m watching her.
“I was right,” she says quietly. “What the hell? Who blocked up the room and why?”
She grips the wood next to the opening and starts pulling it away frantically.
“Ouch,” she says with a hiss.
I grab her hand, turning it over in mine. A small shard of wood has splintered and embedded itself in her palm.
“We need to stop and get some gloves, maybe a crowbar. Nothing is going to change.”
She opens her mouth but closes it again.
“Let’s get showered and clean this up,” I say, motioning to the splinter. “Then we can gather the tools we need. Maybe call Elijah or Caleb to help.”
“No,” she says sharply. “I’m not involving my brothers. Not just yet. It may be nothing.”
She gets up silently, nursing her hand.
I follow suit. “But.” I press.
Kat turns to me. “I don’t know, it’s just a feeling.”
I move towards her, pulling her into my arms, and she comes willingly.
“First things first, we need to get that splinter out, and then we can go from there.”
“Okay,” she says.
Her thoughts are so loud I can almost hear them.
We walk back towards her room.
