“Yeah, she was,” Leo answers easily. “The info that dumb rich kid had to give us probably wasn’t worth anything, even for the game. She was not impressed.” Leo shrugs. “I’m just glad she lied to us; she could have refused to answer, and we’d be guessing.”

But Leo isn’t guessing. He stops in front of the door, and looks back at Donnie.

“I’m sure,” he says. Though his own doubt creeps in, not about the door, but about…

“Trust me.”