“Where should we start?” I asked.

“Let’s find Abby. She’ll tell us if she’s seen anything interesting yet.”

We found her on the second floor by a huge piece made of paper. She wore a cute knee-length dress and a blue blazer. She smiled when she saw us. “Well, hello. It’s my conspiracy theorists.”

“I take it nothing out of the ordinary has happened?” Amelia asked her.

“Not yet, but we’re just getting started,” she said. “We have time.”

“Exactly,” Amelia answered.

“Is there a program that shows the artists on display tonight? This is a local art show, right?” I asked.

“It is. And yes, did you not get a program at the door?” She handed me a trifold, shiny white program. I looked through it as DJ and Amelia studied some paintings down the hall. Was Amelia losing interest in the Heath Hall investigation?

The program was completely unhelpful. There were names next to each and every piece, none of which I recognized. I sighed. “You don’t have any pieces in the show tonight?”

“Not this time. I’m gearing up for a summer art program I’m doing.”

“That’s cool.”

“It should be.”

“Well, I’m going to look around.”

“Yes, enjoy,” Abby said.

I found Amelia and DJ on opposite sides of a large fish statue. Their heads were angled to the side. “What are you guys doing?”

“It says to find the hidden shapes in its scales,” DJ said.

I stared at the fish for a moment, then found myself tilting my head. Maybe I didn’t appreciate art because I didn’t get it at all. I rolled the program in my hands and turned a circle. That’s when I saw Brady across the way heading up some stairs. I elbowed Amelia’s side and nodded toward him.

“You think he knows where this thing is going down tonight?” she whispered.

“I think that’s our best bet.” Our only bet at this point. DJ wandered a bit, leaving us by the fish. “And, seriously, DJ is kind of cramping our style. How are we supposed to investigate with him here?”

“I hadn’t thought about that before now.”

“Obviously.”

“His cuteness blinded me to logistics. Let’s send him on an impossible quest.”

“Like what?”

“Leave it to me.” She approached DJ. “I heard there was this art piece here tonight that I’m dying to see. I don’t remember the artist’s name but it’s of a boy looking at the ocean. We’re going to check the third floor. Will you look around this one?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, we’ll meet up again in a little bit.”

He walked away and we went for the stairs. By the time we reached them, Brady was gone but someone else was climbing them.

“Isn’t that Dylan Sutter?” Amelia asked as we headed up.