I asked. A horrible thought was forming. He frowned. “No. Why?” “Bryan is the one who put together the research we copied. He says the originals at the library are missing.” He stiffened. “Where are the copies?” I turned, heading upstairs to my room. I’d left the stack in the bottom of my desk drawer, knowing Mom never bothered my desk. Grant and Haven followed behind me as I yanked on the knob, revealing a messy stack of stationary and paperclips. I scooped up everything and dumped it on my desk. The papers had been clipped together on the bottom. There was nothing there now. “Check and see if they’re in another drawer,” Grant told me. I opened each one, but most were filled with small bits of paper and pens. One drawer held stickers and a flashlight. No other stacks of paper were there. “I think someone doesn’t want us to know more than we do already.”
