Sheila and the others hurried upstairs to a small bedroom at the front of the house, where Rusty and Huntley would sleep. A dormer window overlooking the yard and barn was only a black square now. Huntley slid a CD into his laptop computer. “Okay, let’s see what we can find out.” “Why did you copy it anyway?” Rusty asked. “No reason.” Huntley clicked on the e-mail icon. “Aw, c’mon. You don’t just sit down and copy e-mails for no reason, especially when you weren’t even supposed to be in the office.” “I just thought there might be something from Mom. You know, something important?” “You mean something to do with the case?” Katie asked. “What case?” Huntley glanced up as if she had lost her mind. “See, you’ve gotta understand about Katie,” Rusty explained. “Every time something unusual happens, she thinks it’s some big case for her to solve. She thinks she’s the Great Detective.” “Whatever.” Huntley stared at the screen. He tapped a few keys.
