On our end of the hallway, the two rooms we hadn't yet searched were locked.

"Leave them to me," Travis whispered. "I always come to our Crime Club meetings prepared." He whipped out his lock-picking kit from his pocket with a too-excited gleam in his hazel eyes. "I've been waiting my whole life for this."

"Calm down there, Hairy Houdini." I patted his cheek near his new mustache and then turned to face the other end of the hallway. "We'll go haunt this direction." ...