“You,” I told him, “are the most annoying person on the face of the planet.”
His lips quirked upward on one side. “I try. Headed back to Toby’s wing?”
I could have lied, but he would have known I was lying, and I didn’t want to wait. “Just try not to get caught by the Laughlins,” I told him.
“Don’t you know by now, Heiress? I never get caught.”
Taking a deep breath, I stepped past the brick debris and made a beeline for Toby’s study. I ran my fingers along the edges of the books, going through them shelf by shelf.
We’d checked every volume in here, but only for hidden compartments.
“Care to tell me what you’re looking for?” Jameson asked.
The day before, I’d noticed the variety of books Toby Hawthorne read. Comic books and pulp horror. Greek philosophy and law volumes. Without a word to Jameson, I pulled one of the legal books off the shelf.
It took Jameson less than a minute to figure out why. “Fruit of the poisonous tree,” he murmured behind me. “Brilliant.”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about me—or Toby.
The book’s index directed me to the entry for the fruit of the poisonous tree doctrine. As I reached the page in question, my heart sped up. There it was.
Certain letters in certain words were blacked out. The notations went on for pages. Every once in a while, there would be a punctuation mark that had been struck through—a comma, a question mark. I didn’t have a pen or paper, so I used my phone to record the letters, painstakingly typing them in one by one.
The result was a string of consonants and vowels with no meaning. For now.
“You’re thinking.” Jameson paused. “You know something.”
I was going to deny it, but I didn’t, for one simple reason. “I found a cipher disk yesterday,” I admitted, “but it was set at neutral. I don’t know the code.”
“Numbers.” Jameson’s reply was immediate and electric. “We need numbers, Heiress. Where did you find the cipher?”
My breath caught in my throat. I walked over to the clock, the one I’d taken apart the day before. I turned it over and stared at its face: the hour hand frozen at twelve and the minute hand at five.
“The fifth letter of the alphabet is E,” Jameson said behind me. “The twelfth is L.”
Without another word to him, I ran for the cipher disk in my room.
CHAPTER 12
Jameson followed me. Of course he did. All I cared about was getting there first.
Arriving back in my suite, I pulled the cipher disk out of my desk drawer. I matched the fifth letter on the outer wheel to the twelfth letter on the inner. E and L. And then, with Jameson standing behind me, his hands on the desk on either side of me, our bodies far too close, I began decoding the message.
S-E-C-R-E-
Partially through the first word, breath whooshed out of my lungs, because this was going to work. Secrets. That was the first word. Lies.
Beside me, Jameson grabbed a pen, but I grabbed it back from him. “My room,” I told him. “My pen. My cipher disk.”
“If you want to get technical, Heiress, it’s all yours. Not just this room or that pen.”
I ignored him and transposed letter after letter, until the entire message was decoded. I went back and added spaces and line breaks, and what I was left with was another poem.
One that I could only assume was a Toby Hawthorne original.
Secrets, lies,
All I despise.
The tree is poison,
Don’t you see?
It poisoned S and Z and me.
The evidence I stole
Is in the darkest hole.
Light shall reveal all
I writ upon the…
I looked up. Jameson was still leaning over me, his face so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my cheek. Pushing my chair back into him, I stood. “That’s it,” I told him. “It ends there.”
Jameson read the poem aloud. “Secrets, lies, all I despise. The tree is poison, don’t you see? It poisoned S and Z and me.” He paused. “S for Skye, Z for Zara.”
“The evidence I stole,” I picked up, then paused. “Evidence of what?”
“Is in the darkest hole,” Jameson continued. “Light shall reveal all I writ upon the…” He trailed off, and in the back of my head, something clicked.
“There’s a word missing,” I said.
“And it rhymes with all.”
An instant later, Jameson was in motion—and so was I. We ran back, through corridor after corridor, to Toby’s abandoned wing. We came to a stop just outside the door. Jameson looked at me as he stepped over the threshold.