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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?”