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“Should I log in?” Grabbing for the clipboard.

Hi couldn’t resist, but he was dancing on thin ice. The last thing I needed was for Robocop to call upstairs.

Hudson gave us a hard look, perhaps concerned we were al Qaeda operatives in disguise. “Sign. No stops.”

Minutes later we entered the fourth-floor director’s suite. The Dragon was absent, no doubt sucking down a Marlboro behind a shed somewhere. I beelined to Kit’s door and knocked.

“Come.”

Kit sat behind a carved wooden desk, phone pressed to one ear. Surprised at our appearance, he waved for us to sit while he finished the call.

“But I don’t want to cut the grant, Pete.” Kit rubbed his eyes. “The institute has always cosponsored the aquarium’s dolphin expert. I see no reason to change that.” Pause. “Yes, I understand it costs money. What I’m telling you is that LIRI is going to spend it.”


Kit covered the receiver. “One sec, guys. This bozo never stops talking.”

The office hadn’t changed much from Karsten’s era. A coat rack occupied the corner, stuck between two overstuffed bookshelves. Behind the desk, a large bay window overlooked the Atlantic. A credenza and pair of wooden filing cabinets sat beneath.

Kit’s main contribution had been a framed collection of antique veterinary diagrams on the walls. I had to admit, they looked pretty cool.

The desk was clear except for a laptop and two pictures. One was of Kit and me eating lunch on our roof deck. The other showed Kit and Whitney splitting an ice cream sundae.

“Holy crap.” Hi nodded to the second photo. “Your dad’s a huge dork, huh?”

I shrugged. “The evidence is fairly damning.”

Kit hung up with a loud sigh. “These suits only think about money. Budgeting. Revenues versus costs. Don’t they understand we’re a nonprofit? That the animals come first?”

I nodded sympathetically. “Keep fighting the good fight.”

“Will do. And, happily, LIRI has the resources.” Kit smiled. “Thanks again for that.”

“No problem.” Hiram and I, in unison.

“Now, what can I do for you two? Why are you here?”

Time to snow old dad. Again.

“School project,” I said. “We’re supposed to run some tests for AP chemistry. We were hoping you could spare a lab for a few hours.”

Kit’s expression grew wary. “School project, eh? Heard that one before.”

“Seriously! We have to examine an object for trace evidence. It’s totes legit. We just want to kick it up a notch.”

Hi kept quiet, nodding with a plastic grin. I don’t think it helped our cause.

“You can use Lab Two if it’s open.” Kit leaned forward. “But if you’re up to something, know that I’m ready. The days of Kit the Clueless are over. I’m watching you guys, like a . . . like a . . . like a really good watcher of things.” He cocked his head. “An owl, maybe?”

“‘Up to something’?” I flapped a breezy hand. “Pshh. Relax.”




“Kit’s not so good with similes,” I said, wiping down a steel counter. “I would’ve gone with a hawk, or maybe the Hubble telescope. I guess owl works.”

We were setting up in Lab Two. Smallest in the main building, and tucked away on the third floor, the cozy workspace was perfect for avoiding attention. Thankfully, we had the room to ourselves.

“He tends to lose focus,” Hi agreed. “It’s more his delivery than anything.”

“True.”

As we spoke, Hi methodically set out the evidence: iPad. Puzzle box. Letter from Loggerhead. Scorched container from Castle Pinckney. Not much, but all we had. When finished, he clasped his hands together. “Now what?”

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “I wish Ben and Shelton had come.”

Hi snorted. “Ben said this was a waste of time, remember?”

“How could I forget?” That was so unlike him. “Ben usually loves this kind of stuff. For all we know, this ‘Game’ is deadly serious, and some homicidal lunatic actually intends to kill people. So I don’t get why—”

The sound of the door opening interrupted my response. I turned to see Anders Sundberg poke his head into the room.

“Hey you two.” Anders ambled in wearing a white lab coat over medical scrubs. “What’s going down? Anything I can help with?”

“No thanks.” Trying not to smooth my hair. “I think we’ve got it covered.”

Anders was too handsome for his own good. For anyone’s good.

In my periphery, I saw Hi slip the Gamemaster’s letter into a drawer.

Have to follow the rules.

“We need a lab for a few hours,” I said. “Kit thought this room was free?”

“Iglehart left for the day, so it’s available.” Anders grinned sheepishly. “And I’ll level with you. Kit sent me in here to spy.”

Did he now? Perhaps my act hadn’t been as convincing as I’d thought. But maybe we could turn this to our advantage.

“Hate to disappoint,” Hi said, “but it’s only schoolwork.”

Anders glanced at the assortment on the counter. “Interesting project.”