Morning sunlight streamed into the kitchen at home as the phone rang. I scooped Petunia's breakfast dessert-no judging-of chopped strawberries and banana on her plate, crouching to hand it to her, cell tucked between my shoulder and jaw as I fought off a yawn. I hadn't slept much last night but who was counting?

"Fee." I recognized Alice's voice on the other end of the line. "I hear the treasure hunt isn't going as planned. I'm so sorry." She hesitated before rushing on. ...