Going Telepathic

 "I put one of dem fancy Earwig Tracker in there. Now Atticus can track ya better and stifle some of dem spyin' devices inside ya."

Tom reached up and rubbed his ear, then poked his index finger in as deep as it would go. "You put what in my ear?"

"Doncha fret, now," Molly said. "Ain't like it's gonna eat your dang ol' brain or nuttin'."

Tom was about to protest further when someone rapped on the door with a hard and urgent knock. Hana and Max jumped to their feet, and Molly moved faster than Tom would have believed—running to the door and yanking it open in a matter of two seconds.

No one stood there, but a note had been stuck to the door with a piece of clear tape. Molly ripped it off, read through the words, then walked over and handed it to Tom.

"Read it," Molly said. "I'm goin' to look for the rat who left it." He left the room, marching like he was going off to war.