Furthermore, why would you take the time to decorate something only to make it blend in with everything else in the loft?
A lightbulb went off over my head.
Quickly, I tugged the phone out of my pocket and dialed Haz. Oh, I hoped Kieran didn’t answer. He’d totally know I was up to something.
“Did you find it?” Haz whispered the second he picked up the line.
“I think so,” I whispered back. Yeah, I was alone here, but it seemed important to whisper.
“Hang on a second,” Haz said quietly as air blew into the speaker as he moved. There was a thud and a quiet curse. “Stupid carpet,” he muttered and then went quiet again.
Seconds later, he blew out a breath and turned on what sounded like a spigot.
“What are you doing?” I wondered.
“Hiding in the bathroom.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re nosy, and this is good gossip.”
“Hiro is there?” I asked.
“Yeah, Doc is with him now.”
“Is he okay?”
“Of course he is. Now where’s the murder locker?”
“Well…” I hesitated, suddenly worrying. “Ithinkit’s in the pantry.”
“The pantry?”
“Yeah, his house is pretty bare. Not many places to hide anything. I was pretty sure he didn’t even have a murder locker, so I came into the pantry to get a snack and noticed the walls in here are different.”
“Oooooh,” Haz sang. “It’s definitely a murder locker.”
“But I don’t see a door.”
“It’s there. Look for a latch or a button. Kieran’s is in his laundry room. I found it because the wallpaper peeled up a little.”
I guess wallpaper wasn’t just for nightmares, but it was good at hiding things too.
“Okay, hang on,” I said and got to work, looking for anything suspicious.
“Anything?” Haz asked after a minute.
“No,” I said, forlorn. “Wait!” I said, dropping onto the floor. “I see something.”
I crawled half under the lowest shelf, peering at the shape in the shadows. “Hang on,” I murmured, pulling the phone away and using the lit-up screen to see.
Disappointment crashed through me. It was just a Goldfish. I must have dropped it while I was chowing down.
“Ugh,” I exclaimed, closing my fingers around the fish to stand.
Thump!“Ow!” I howled as the back of my head slammed into the underside of the shelf.
“Rett?”
