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Wednesday's Find

Burtininkas narrowed his eyes at Wednesday. “Yes, Wednesday,” he practically snarled, “I’m going to be out for tonight. Behave yourself.” It was as if he was admonishing a child.

Wednesday raised her eyebrows. She didn’t even pretend to be smooth or secretive anymore. Burt was just becoming vicious, nearly mad from his renewed paranoia in Wednesday. “Of course, Burtininkas,” she growled.

He grabbed his spectacles and marched out the door. Wednesday noticed this little fact about the spectacles. She would get to the bottom of it.

Meanwhile, she thought. She leaped over to Burt’s desk and jiggled the handle on one of the drawers. Locked, of course. She hadn’t expected anything else. Wednesday let out a grunt and a savage kick at the handle. It burst open.

She smiled and sifted through the documents inside. There were the opera tickets…the receipts, and…

Oh, she thought. Now what do we have here?

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