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Holirl’s--hand on cocked hip, a snarl Strangely, it seeirl ler," she said "His eo"

I smiled at her, but I didn’t move my foot "Did he ever live here?"

"Who are you?" she asked, crossing her arms "Why do you care?"

"My camera," Holmes said, in a low, accented voice, "cost hed "Ziegler used to live here The only man who ever lived here until the school found out and e girls"

"Not his students?" Holirls But Ziegler’s friend owned the building, and so he got cheap rent Whatever Not iler doesn’t have your camera He’s not a thief, just a creep" After a ht and said, "I’ll look for it Your caain"

"Who’s his friend?" I asked "Ziegler’s friend?"

"For the love of God," the girl said "His naainst my foot, once, twice, three times, until I pulled it away and lihtforward," Hol toe "Well, I guess I’m not very subtle"

"It’s been thirtyone hts of stairs Holly close to our next destination

It only took us a few minutes to ransack Nathaniel’s loft, the place we’d been to last night, where the Draw ’n’ Drink had been Hol while she rifled through the sketches that the Sieben students had left behind

"This place is owned by the school," I said, peering at e, it looks like it’s listed under faculty housing I think The translate function is saying it’s ‘house for grown bears’"

She took the flashlight out of her teeth "Clearly, he doesn’t live here full time Check the bedroom"

"What bedroo up there is an easel"

"Exactly," she said, taking the sheaf of sketches and slipping it into her portfolio bag "There has to be a third residence Soive it the loft once-over Look for loose boards Footprints That kind of thing"

Holmes usually didn’t explain her methods to me "Need any help?"