said that they were probably just here to pick up the family heirlooms and stuff, the valuable things. That’s what scares me.”
Mollie was up on her feet, pacing the room. She was always full of nervous energy. Daniel worried at first that she would tromp all over his model pieces until he noticed that her feet weren’t actually touching the floor. She was hoveringabout four inches above the mess. She was literally walking on air.
“So you think that there’s something in the Plunkett house that’s dangerous?” she asked. “Some secret about … well, about us?”
Daniel looked at the girl floating in his bedroom. He thought about Eric, flying high over the Plunkett house, spying from the safety of the night sky. There were certainly a lot of secrets in this town to discover.
Daniel shook his head. “I hope not. And I think most of Plunkett’s secrets got buried with him in that Shroud-Cave beneath the quarry. He was such a paranoid old kook that I doubt he kept anything in his home. I’m just being overcautious.”
Daniel wanted to reassure Mollie, but he couldn’t shake a certain memory. Plunkett had once shown him a hidden safe in his study where he kept a file on the Supers, complete with pictures and names. Daniel felt a sharp pang of guilt as he remembered how Plunkett had doctored one of those photos to fool Daniel into believing that his friend Eric was actually the Shroud. For a time it had worked, and Daniel had convinced the rest of the Supers too. He’d been manipulated by Herman into casting doubt on his friend. It was something Daniel would never forgive himself for. And he’d never suspect his friend again.
Daniel had destroyed those photos, but who was to say that Plunkett hadn’t made copies? And what if they were still in that house, in that hidden safe? What would someonethink when they saw those pictures of the children of Noble’s Green, soaring through the air or lifting cars over their heads? And worse, what would they
do
?
“Rohan’s probably right that there’s nothing to worry about,” said Daniel. “But I just want to make extra sure that Plunkett didn’t leave anything behind. We should’ve done this a long time ago.”
“What do you want us to do, then? Break in? I don’t trust that place. Plunkett probably rigged his home up with alarms and booby traps and who knows what!”
“Maybe. Which makes the new Plunketts a kind of happy accident, in a way.”
“How so? Spill it, Sherlock,” said Mollie. She was getting impatient with Daniel, but she was always getting impatient with someone. When you were talking with Mollie, it was hard to keep on her schedule. The rest of the world moved in slow motion compared to the fastest girl alive.
“No need to worry about security systems if you’re invited in,” said Daniel, twirling his pipe for emphasis.
Mollie stopped moving just long enough to snort. “So you’re going to just bike over there and ask for the house tour?”
Daniel smiled. The problem with his superpowered friends was that they had so much power, they often overlooked the simplest solutions. Most of life’s difficulties didn’t require super-strength or super-speed to fix. Most of the time you just needed your brain and a few guts.
“I’ll go over tomorrow to check on Theo. It’s the neighborly thing to do.”
“Theo Plunkett just totaled his dad’s Porsche! I’m sure he’s in the mood to make new friends.”
“Can’t hurt to try.”
Mollie rolled her eyes, but she didn’t argue any further. She didn’t have any better ideas, and the fact that someone was snooping around inside Plunkett’s mansion—another Plunkett no less—had them all on edge.
With that settled, Daniel sat back in his chair and tapped on his pipe thoughtfully. There was something else that had been bothering him.
“How’s Eric?” he asked.
Mollie shrugged. “He’s embarrassed. It’s not like him to mess up like that. The car was way heavier than