That was quick thinking on Larry’s part, Dana thought. He was actually pretty smart. “Wait a minute! You mentioned a key. If the diary’s in a locker, Matthew must have put the key somewhere. Wouldn’t the cops have found it?”
Larry’s face fell. “I didn’t think about that. But I know they don’t have the diary, so they must not have found a key.”
“Either that, or they didn’t know what the key was a key to,” Dana said. “Do those keys look distinctive?”
“I guess. But there could be lockers lots of places besides bus stations.”
“Why don’t we let the police know what we’ve just figured out? I’ve got Lieutenant Hanson’s number.”
Dana went to the phone on the coffee table by the living room couch, where Jim was still sleeping, and dialed the lieutenant’s number, which she’d written down on the
