"And you searched their clothes?" I asked. "Everybody's clothes?"
"Of course."
"And you searched Audrey's office?"
"We looked around. It had been on her desk, but the window was closed, so it's hard to see how a breeze–"
"It was on my desk, clipped to the copies of the test, and it didn't blow anywhere in the nonexistent wind."
"Just to be thorough," I said, "there was no search of the other two offices, or of the third classroom?"
"I was in my office," Ms. Tumolo said deliberately, "and I can assure you that nobody came in, to hide a piece of paper or for any other reason. I was working – I was not sitting staring at the door to see who was walking by – but nobody came in."
"It seemed the purpose of stealing the answers was to use them," Dan said. "So, we didn't–"
"But Craig was going to be in that room," I pointed out, gesturing at the last room, the one opposite Audrey's office.
"Damn," he said, "we didn't think of that. Should we search it now?"
I shook my head. "No, not now. I'd rather figure out what our options are." I went to the blackboard and started a list.
- The Golden
- Corey
- Phoebe
- Dan
- Audrey
- Miss Tumolo
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