Curly Detective DuoKit climbed into bed with her mind running through the day’s events. Even an hour of yoga didn’t seem able to switch it off enough to sleep. Sighing, she rolled onto her stomach and wrapped her arms around the pillow. Jackson’s attentiveness had awoken something in her soul and she wished it hadn’t. With a groan of annoyance, she shifted position again but found no hidden comfort in her usual safe place. “Bloody Jackson Delaney,” she grumbled. “As much as I want to trust you, I can’t.” Silence from Raki’s room next door offered no reply. She wished she’d told Jackson about the Pineapple Lumps. Keeping things from him didn’t bode well for their friendship.
Kit lay still and listened. She should have heard Raki moving around, stomping from the desk to the bed as his lapto
