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Charlotte Holry Charlotte Holet a naan pizza and root beer floats from a sketchy little place in the tourist district, but that’s exactly what she wanted to do

In the shop, we sat in the atching the snow fall She picked the pepperoni off the pizza a piece at a time while I made notes on the IP addresses in my journal

"This one, they pinpointed to Kunstschule Sieben," I said "So at least one of the emails Leander sent was from there Maybe he followed Nathaniel to school Or "

Holers I wasn’t sure howattention

"There are a nu some names It looks like Leander visited a Starbucksdo you think it’s down the street fro? The last one is from this address, here" I pointed to it with my pencil "It’s in a part of the city we haven’t explored"

"Okay," she said

"Are you listening?"

"Uh-huh" After considering it for a second, she popped the giant stack of pepperoni into her mouth "Oh my God," she said, her mouth completely full "I didn’t think I could pull that off My calculations were right!"

I’d never seen her act like this before "What are you on?" I blurted

Holave me an affronted look, the brunt of which was undercut by her chipmunk cheeks She chewed for a minute and sed "We found proof Definitive proof Haul Nathaniel in, question hiust has hiht now We’ll find my uncle before the day is out, I’ this fall, when she’d refused to consider August Moriarty as a suspect in Lee Dobson’s murder But this felt different It wasn’t senti, either It felt

"Too easy," I said to her "Isn’t this too easy? All the information you need is under the floorboards?"

Holust and told hiht But he said he won’t be ho to distract ious "Well, what do you want to do?"

"A date," she said

"A date" I blinked "What kind of date? Are we talking, like, dancing? A movie? A soda shop?"