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I folded my arms and curled a sly smile onto my lips. “Don’t get cocky, Mr. Ace-Reporter. We haven’t figured out a lot about this sloop scoop, or her.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder.
Orion grinned. “All in good time, Sidekick, all in good time. And right now the time is lunchtime.”
We pulled up to his house and stepped out. A noise to my right caught my attention, and I glanced over my shoulder at the neighbor’s house. The Room For Rent sign was gone, and in its place was a handsome young man of eighteen. He was half a foot taller than me but shorter than Orion. The man wore a plain white shirt with buttons up the front and a pocket on the left side, and an open jacket on top of that. He had on a pair of brown suit pants that were a little to baggy for him and covered h
