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“Pilot for a new dra to Evelyn,” she adds, referring to Evelyn Dodge, one of ent Jaet the job, I’ll kick serious ass, and the neton’t pick the da up”

“Sorry,” I say “This is a no-pessih that door”

She rolls her eyes, then curls her feet under her, tilts her head back, and starts to chant

“Ja Shut up for a second I’ive h, but I’ to think of a snarky coain This time, Mrs Crane announces a delivery forfor the door

“It’s okay, Mrs Crane,” I say “I’ve been expecting it”

I yank open the door, probably terrifying the skinny guy standing there in a delivery uniforuy on his ith a tip, Jamie and I take the box back to my desk I sit in my chair and she perches on the wooden desktop beside me

“Well?” she says “Open it”

Since I’ for, I nod, then use a letter opener to slice through the tape that is holding the decorative pastry box closed It’s only slightly bigger than a cupcake, and when I open it, I’m surprised to see that it holds exactly that—a cupcake

Specifically, a lovely cupcake with green fondant icing and the nu

I glance at Jamie, who looks just as baffled as I feel

“That can’t be all of it” I reach for the cupcake “There e underneath”

But if there is e, it’s not on the box beneath the cupcake where I expect it So when Jaht be baked into the cupcake, I use my iPhone to snap a picture of the treat—just in case—and then I use the letter opener as a knife and carefully cut the cake in half There’s nothing hidden inside No secret e baked in the cake

But as soon as we’ve both picked up our halves to feast upon, I see the carefully printed website written on the botto and triuloat I don’t, though I’m not home free just because I’ve found a website

“Well?” Jamie sounds impatient

“I’m on it” I pull my laptop closer to me, then type in the URL as she comes around my desk to look over my shoulder, then mutters, “Well, fuck,” when all that pops up is an input box for a username

I echo her senti “This has to be it,” I say “Somehow, this leads to the next clue”

“I adore Damien,” Jamie says, “but couldn’t he have just taken you out for dinner and a er hunt idea”

“Well, sure Until it got hard”

I laugh and shake uy, but I’aeek sides—that if I weren’t already full-up with love for my husband, I would fall even further