Matt bangs on the door of the storage closet in the A loop. Nothing happens.
“Dang. I always forget which hall it is,” Matt says. He pulls out his phone and dashes off a text. The response is instantaneous but makes him roll his eyes.
The school is shaped like a clover leaf, with four identical loops of classrooms jutting out from the central foyer where the library is located. Down the “stem” is the cafeteria, auditorium, and gym.
“Celia says it’s the storage room in C loop,” Matt reports. “My bad.”
“All good.”
We walk back to the center and veer out into C loop. Matt pounds on the door again. Nothing.
“You have to be kidding me.” He texts two words that are … not kind. Celia responds with a row of ROFL emojis.
“Shit. She’ll never let me live this down.”
“What are we doing?” I ask.
“Walking to D loop, apparently,” Matt says. “Where hopefully there will be no witnesses when I kill her.” He pounds one fist into the other palm and makes a roaring sound, but his grumbling is entirely good-natured.
“I didn’t see anything,” I report.
Matt grins.