“Loki?” I asked when he didn’t move, hand still inches from the doorknob.

“This was a bad idea,” he muttered, retracting his hand.

“Maybe not.” I pushed past him and opened the door. “I could learn a lot about her by seeing her room. It could help,” I explained.

I glanced at Loki, his face a stone mask. He didn’t even seem to register that I had just half agreed to work on his case again. There was definitely more to the disappearance of his sister ...