Violet searched her pockets again as she looked at the house. It was probably a bit beyond her abilities to scale the building and duck in the window.
"Looking for this?"
Violet spun around to find Tiara and Blake standing on the path behind her. Blake was twirling Violet's student card in his fingers.
"That is a terrible picture of you. What is wrong with your face here, have you seen it?" He waved the card at her with a grin.
Violet was not in the mood. "Give it to me," she said, holding out her hand.
"Not so fast," Blake said, slipping it into his back pocket with a broad grin. "You see, we..." He waved a hand between himself and Tiara like a T.V show hostess. "We think that you..." He waved his hand toward Violet. "May have taken what our dearest Carl said a little out of conte
