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“I'm Sam's brother Sorry to meet you under these circumstances, but looks like little bro may have ticked off a student Uncle Harlan said he aiting for you when soood alibi so who else would have wanted to harh your stuff?” Hank's mouth smiled, but his eyes stayed cop serious “Why don't you updateon in your life”

Sam hadn't been fooled by Hank's aw-shucks smile since he'd been six years old and his older brother had conned him out of the last Rolo in the pack Hank's question was anything but innocent, but this wasn't Hank's fight Hell, he didn't even have jurisdiction on campus Whatever had happened in his office had to do with the folded map hidden away in Saht his brother in on another improbable hunt for Rebecca's Bounty

But that was the kick of it The more time he spent with Josie, the more the impossible started to seem feasible

“What's going on in my life? Not much” Unless, of course, you counted the bo-lost treasure map

“Uh-huh” Brother translation: Bullshit

“Is Uncle Harlan okay?”

“His nose is busted up pretty good, but he'll live” Hank shrugged his shoulders “So I was about to call Moossip ured I'd talk to you first to find out what's really happening”

As threats went, this was a good one Glenda Layton had been a helicopter parent before there was even a word for it Since she'd retired, she'd devotedto run her four children's lives, so a bath

A crash in the office sounded before Sae He, Hank and Josie sprinted toward the ruckus

“I' you, I didn't do this!” Uncle Harlan shook with eer into the ca forI know, I' at the spit-shine of your boots”

The e, swept aside Uncle Harlan's finger “The office was unlocked when you entered?”

A flush rose fast across Uncle Harlan's cheeks “Not exactly”

“And exactly hoas it?” The officer waited, eyebrows arched, for whatever tale Uncle Harlan planned to spin

Sam couldn't wait to hear this answer himself He locked his office whenever he left—and sorades he'd given out during midterms

“Alright, I may have fiddled with the lock a bit, but I did not do this” Uncle Harlan waved his hand toward the worst of the disaster zone