“Have you looked inside this yet?” I asked.

“Yes,” Lily said.

“I looked at it behind the bleachers at the middle school.”

She stared straight ahead at the neatly trimmed front lawn.

Her voice held no emotion at all.

“Rebecca checks that closet every single Friday afternoon,” Lily said.

“She keeps her important tax papers in a fireproof metal box hidden under the same board.

Today is Friday.”