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street.’
    â€˜Huh?’ said Luke. ‘Wait – she went to the security centre?’
    Jordan sighed. ‘Yep.’
    â€˜To do what?’ I said. ‘Report some suspicious walking?’
    â€˜I don’t know what she told them,’ said Jordan. ‘I went straight back to Mum and Dr Montag and hid the key card in my bag. Next thing I know, Calvin’s storming in with two other security officers.’
    â€˜Bet your mum loved that,’ said Luke.
    â€˜Uh-huh,’ said Jordan. ‘She went pretty nuts – and that was before she knew what was really going on. Because, remember, this isn’t the first time Calvin’s burst in on one of her doctor’s appointments.’
    â€˜Yeah, she’s had kind of a bad run, huh?’ I said.
    â€˜So Mum starts laying into him about that,’ Jordan continued, ‘and then Calvin says one of the nurses has reported some suspicious behaviour and that I need to come with him, and Mum just lost it at him. In the end, they needed one of the security officers to stay back and restrain her.’
    â€˜She okay?’ said Luke, jumping in before I had the chance.
    â€˜Yeah, they didn’t do anything to her. The guard just waited until she calmed down a bit and then sent her home.’ Jordan pointed at the bedroom door. ‘She’s at her computer now, sending an angry email to Mr Shackleton.’
    â€˜Awesome,’ I said. ‘I’m sure he’ll sort the whole thing right out.’
    â€˜But that’s pretty much it,’ said Jordan. ‘Calvin hauled me into one of the interrogation rooms and started questioning me.’
    â€˜You sure you’re okay?’ I asked, moving closer to her again.
    â€˜Yeah,’ she said. ‘He was – I mean, between the phone and going to the Shackleton Building and getting caught out in the bush, they’re definitely getting suspicious. But they’re still kind of stuck, aren’t they, because they don’t want to give themselves away either. So I just kept my mouth shut and eventually they had to let me go.’
    â€˜Hang on,’ said Luke. ‘How did you get away from there without Calvin finding the key card? Surely he must have gone through your stuff.’
    â€˜Nope,’ Jordan grinned. ‘My schoolbag never made it to the security centre. Calvin was too busy dealing with Mum to even realise it was there. I just left it behind in the doctor’s office, and Mum brought it home.’
    She flipped the key card over in her fingers. ‘So …’ she said. ‘Who wants to go have a proper look inside Pryor’s office?’
    I cringed. One of us was going to have to burst her bubble. I decided to let Luke do it.
    â€˜Jordan … we can’t,’ he said. ‘Pryor’s just had security cameras put in.’
    Her smile disappeared. ‘Okay,’ she said slowly. ‘ All right, so maybe we can’t get into that door. But there are others, right? Montag’s, Shackleton’s …’ She stared into space for a minute, then said, ‘What if they’ve all got one? Everyone on Pryor’s contact list.’
    â€˜Sure, maybe,’ I said, ‘but that doesn’t really get us anywhere, does it?’
    â€˜It does if we can find out what they’re for,’ said Jordan. ‘I mean, why those rooms? There’s got to be some connection.’
    â€˜Officer Reeve might know something,’ said Luke. ‘Although he did kind of tell us never to speak to him again …’
    â€˜Worth a shot, anyway,’ shrugged Jordan.
    â€˜I could see if my dad knows anything.’ The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. I braced myself, waiting for Jordan to blow up at the suggestion.
    But the explosion never came.
    Jordan bit her lip, thought about it for a sec, and then said, ‘Yeah, okay, why don’t you see what you can find