Hilton
Jamie walked into the room and started to pull some stuff out of the closets. Helga stood in the doorway and I looked around for an outlet. There were at least four of them and I couldn’t remember which one he said it would be. I didn’t want to look suspicious sticking a key into them all. Jamie gathered a few things up on the bed. She pretended to be looking for something else urgently.
“Oh no,” she gasped. “He said it would be under the mattress!”
“What?” Helga asked.
“Andy said he had a book of paintings that he really loved to look at when he was upset, “Jamie said. “He told me where to find it in his room, but I don’t think its here.”
“Oh,” Helga said. “I know what you speak of; Mr. Andy borrowed it from his father’s library. Let me go see if I can find it
