“What’s weird,” Morgan says, “is that no one can remember seeing her after the Kekri buck building.”

“She must’ve been taken on the walk back,” Aoife says, and Morgan clenches his jaw.

“That means it has to be someone at school, right?” A bubble of guilt pops inside me. “People would’ve noticed a stranger lurking about.”

“Maybe, maybe not. The path to Kivitalo isn’t all that well lit,” Aoife says.

“Have you told anyone yet?” I ask.

“Morgan told me all about your escapades in the forest.” Aoife glares at me. “I’ve already given him a lecture about how irresponsible that was. How dangerous and reckless—”

“Aoife, stop. It won’t help us find Hannah.” Morgan sighs, and white-knuckles the pillow.

“Well, after hearing about all that, when you didn’t show this morning, we weren’t sure what to think,” Aoife says. “We’ve been trying to decide what to do and who we can trust.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” I nibble at the cuticle of my thumb. “We were reckless, but we had to do something, and at least now we have some clues. Does Joakim have any tattoos?” I should be asking if Morgan has heard from Sini & Co. but I don’t want to rely on them any more than absolutely necessary.

“You really think Joakim could do this? He can barely tie his own shoes,” Morgan says.

“If that were true, he wouldn’t be a teacher at this school.” Aoife flicks her bangs out of her eyes. “He might be disorder personified, but he’s a powerful tietäjä.”

“And he did have that book,” I add.

“Yeah, Morgan told me about that too. You really have been making some poor decisions of late.” Aoife scowls at both of us and the gulf of our three-year age gap yawns wide between us. “I’m just not sure if accusing Joakim is a great idea,” she continues. “Not without solid proof.”

“I have proof.” I rummage in my backpack and haul out the book I took from Toivo’s room.

“Holy cow, it’s real. Where did you get it?” Aoife backs away.

“My brother’s room. He’s involved somehow, I just don’t know how or why yet.”

“Does he know you took the book?” Morgan asks then buries his face in the crook of his elbow to sneeze.

It was the same the last time he was near the book, and just like when we were in Natalie’s room. The gears in my mind begin to turn, and finally pins fall into place.

“He might by now. Hey, you obviously checked Hannah’s room, right?” I ask and Morgan nods. “Did you start sneezing in there too?”

“Yeah.” His eyes are streaming and swelling up as if he’s been stung by bees.