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FIFTY-ONE | MONDAY

“And you’re sure it wasn’t there when you woke up?” Kathrena asked, cocking her head at me. We’d gone over the case of the missing note a thousand times on the drive into town – and all of yesterday, too – and it was beginning to wear on me.

“Positive,” I sighed. “Look, Kath, it’s probably nothing. The window was open, so it probably just blew under the bed or something.”

“But you checked under there.”

“Yes, I did. But I’m not Sherlock, I don’t carry around a little magnifying glass everywhere I go. I could’ve missed it.”

“Okay.” She levelled her gaze at me. “But Sherlock didn’t have supernaturally charged vision, which is why he needed the magnifying glass. You do, which is why you don’t.”

“Fine. I’m certain it hasn’t just blown under my bed. I’m also certain that it was there when I went to sleep, and it was gone by the next morning. But we’re running this subject into the ground, and we aren’t getting anywhere with it. And things do just go missing sometimes, Kath. I’ve lost hundred
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