Amy’s dad stands, shakes my hand and says, ‘That was nice of him.’
He squeezes a bit too tight, nods and lets go. Then he opens the front door and says, ‘Goodnight then.’
I look down at Amy, who glances up at me and says, ‘See ya.’
I wait a few more seconds, outstaying my welcome, but who cares?
I could run up the stairs and find out if there are locks on their doors before they could catch me. But then what? Would they let me leave if I’m right? And what would they do if I’m wrong?
“Yeah, well, before you get too excited, you can’t put up a murder board in the study room in the library.”
I nodded sagely. “Of course not.”
Maisey visibly relaxed.
“That room is far too small for a murder board,” I added simple to see the sharp flash of panic in her eyes.
She smacked my arm.
It was worth it.
I flipped through the book and ended up on page 96!
I feel so small, I wonder if I’m invisible. I feel as small as a flea.