The pantry, located on a porch beside the kitchen, showed signs of vermin infestation. Kat, continuing to feel quite hungry after the ordeals of a haunted Idyllwild night, did not care. When Ray didn’t finish his cornflakes, she finished them. The T-shirt sat in its bag on the couch. Ray kept away from it. Kat couldn’t stop looking at it. “Plan of action,” Kat said. “Besides take the shirt back to the sheriff?” “We didn’t finish searching this place. Maybe there’s more.” “We hunt some more?” Kat said. “Don’t want to miss anything, now that we’re here.” “But it’s a crime scene. We shouldn’t mess it up.” “Is it? I don’t believe it. Besides, we already slept here.” They hunted. Kat made Ray search the small downstairs bedroom. She refused to go downstairs at all, in fact.
