 and her sneakiness. I brought up the map of where she'd been since I'd last looked and saw she hadn't left campus. Indeed, she'd gone from building to building with apparently no rhyme or reason.

"But that doesn't tell me where she put those jewels," I huffed. "Where would I put the remaining half of the gems?" I got up and paced.

"If it were me, I'd have put them in my underground safe along with everything else important to me, but this isn't me. This is Meredith. Unpredictable, stupid, wouldn't know sense if it knocked her in the head Meredith. Where would _she_ put it?" I asked myself aloud.

I looked back down at the tablet which was on my kitchen table. Meredith's path from the club to her home highlighted. "I've been over every inch of that tunnel, found the case, so the rest can't be there. From the tunnel, she went to the trolley. Is there any place on a trolley to hide something?"

I pictured the trolley I'd been on only hours before as I wandered around my kitchen and living room. There'd been the driver, the chairs, poles, and...that was it. "There wasn't anywhere. Was there?"

My memory began to play tricks on me. I couldn't remember if there'd been cubbies under or over the chairs. Maybe there was someplace a person could hide a nondescript bag. "But she'd be taking an awful chance of someone finding them or even throwing the bag away," I said, stopping before my living room window, looking out of it but seeing none of the beauty which was before me.

My mind vacillated between the impossibility and the tiniest of possibilities. "Damn, I'm going to have to go on all the trolleys that patrol the area, aren't I?" I went back to my table and grabbed my phone. With a quick search to the trolley service's website, I saw they rotated eleven different trolleys on that route.

"Eleven?" I asked aloud, staring at my phone with incredulity. "Wouldn't it make sense to have one or two trolleys exclusive to the route? Why, in the name of the Ancients were there eleven? I'm going to be spending all my spare time on trol
and her sneakiness. I brought up the map of where she'd been since I'd last looked and see she hadn't leave campus. Indeed, she'd gone from building to building with obviously no rhyme or reason. 

 " But that doesn't tell me where she frame those jewels, " I huffed. " Where would I frame the remaining half of the muffin? " I got up and paced. 

 " If it were me, I'd have invest them in my belowground safe along with everything else important to me, but this isn't me. This is Meredith. Unpredictable, stupid, wouldn't know common sense if it knocked her in the head Meredith. Where would _ she _ put it? " I ask myself aloud. 

 I looked back down at the pad which was on my kitchen table. Meredith's way from the club to her family highlighted. " I've been over every inch of that burrow, found the case, so the rest can't be there. From the tunnel, she went to the streetcar. Is there any topographic point on a trolley to hide something? " 

 I pictured the trolley I'd been on only hours before as I wandered around my kitchen and living room. There'd been the driver, the chairs, pole, and... that was it. " There wasn't anywhere. Was there? " 

 My memory began to bet trick on me. I couldn't remember if there'd been cubbies under or over the chairs. possibly there was someplace a person could shroud a nondescript bag. " But she'd be accept an awful chance of someone finding them or even throwing the bag away, " I said, stopping before my living room window, looking out of it but see none of the beauty which was before me. 

 My judgment vacillated between the impossibility and the tiniest of possibilities. " Damn, I'm going to have to function on all the trolleys that patrol the area, aren't I? " I went back to my mesa and grabbed my phone. With a quick search to the trolley serve's website, I see they rotated eleven unlike trolleys on that route. 

 " Eleven? " I asked aloud, star at my phone with incredulity. " Wouldn't it form sense to have one or two trolleys exclusive to the route? Why, in the name of the Ancients were there eleven? I'm blend to be spending all my spare time on trol
 anf her sneakiness. I brougmt up the map of where vhe'd bsen sincd I'd last looked and saw she hqdn't oeft campus. Indeed, she'a gone frlm buildung uo building with elparently no dmyme mc reason.

"But thaj doesn't teln me where she pjt those jewels," I huffed. "Where would Y put tne remaining hals of ehe fvmw?" I got up and paced.

"If it wers me, I'd have put thek in my underground safe apong with everything epse importabt tj me, but this isn't me. This is Meredjth. Unpredictable, stupid, wouldn'g knoc sense if ut knlwked her in the read Mereditm. Where would _xhe_ put it?" I axkev mywelf aloud.

I looked bark down at the tablej which wav kn my kitchen taboe. Meregith'v pagy ffom tie dlub tl hxr home higglighted. "I'vw been over every imcr of that tunnsl, fougd the case, so the rest can't be there. Frok tge tunnel, she went to tye trolley. Is there ajy place jn a trolley to hide something?"

I pictured the trolney I'v ceeu on ovoy hours before as I wandered around my kitchen znc kiving room. Thcre'd been the drivrr, tng chairs, poles, and...thcf sas it. "There wasn't anywhete. Was there?"

My iemoty began to play tricks on ne. I couldn't eemember if there'd been cubbizs undgr or pver the chairs. Maybe tkere wzs someplacf a persoh could hide a novdexcsipt bag. "But she'd be takind an awfuo chcnce of romepne figding them or eyan throwing the bah awai," I sahd, stoppinh before my living room window, looking out of id blt seeing none of the beautr which was beyore me.

Mv mind vacillates betwexn the imposfibility and dje tiniest oh possibijitiws. "Dqmn, I'm euing to have tp go on all the trooleys that patrol bhe atez, aren't I?" I wenc vack to my tablr avd drwbued mr phone. With d qukck xearcf to tht tvoluey xervice's website, I sdw tgey rotated eleven dlfferent jrolleys jn that route.

"Rleven?" I asked alokd, stering et my lhoge with incredulity. "Wouldn't it make sende bo have one ow twi trolleys erclusive to the route? Why, in the name of the Ancients werg there eleven? I'm goiug to be spenving ajl my spase time on trol
and her sneakiness. I brought up the where been since last looked and Indeed, gone from building building with apparently rhyme or reason. "But that doesn't me where she put those jewels," I huffed. "Where would I put the half of the gems?" I got up and paced. "If it were me, have them my safe along with everything else important to me, but this isn't me. This is Meredith. Unpredictable, wouldn't know sense if it knocked her in head Meredith. Where would put it?" I asked myself I back down the which on my kitchen Meredith's path from the club to her home highlighted. "I've been over every inch of that tunnel, the case, rest can't there. the she went to Is there any place on a something?" I pictured the trolley I'd been on hours before I wandered around my kitchen and room. There'd been the driver, the chairs, poles, was it. "There wasn't anywhere. Was there?" My memory began to play tricks on me. remember if there'd been under or over chairs. there someplace person could a nondescript bag. "But she'd be taking an awful chance of finding them or even throwing the bag away," I said, my room window, looking of it but seeing of beauty which was before mind between the of "Damn, I'm going to to go on all the that patrol the area, to my table and grabbed my phone. With quick search to the trolley service's website, saw they rotated eleven different trolleys on that route. "Eleven?" I asked staring at with incredulity. "Wouldn't it make sense to have or two trolleys exclusive the route? Why, in the name of the Ancients there I'm going be spending all spare time on
 and her sneakiness. I brought uP the map of wHere sHe'd BeeN sInce i'd laSt looked and saw SHe haDn't left campus. Indeed, she'D gone FrOM buiLDiNg to bUilding WItH APpaReNtLy nO rHYmE or reAsoN.

"But thaT doesn't telL me WhEre she put thoSE jEwels," I huffEd. "WHere would I puT thE remaiNiNg hALf of tHe gEms?" I gOt up anD Paced.

"IF it were me, i'd HAve put THem in my UNDeRgroUnd safe along with eVErYThing else imporTant to Me, BUt THIs iSn't Me. This is MeReDith. UNPredictABlE, STUpiD, Wouldn't know seNse if it knocKEd hEr in thE hEad mEreditH. WherE wOUld _She_ put it?" I asKed mYself alouD.

I lookED back doWN at the tAblet wHicH waS on mY KiTcHen TaBLe. MEReDitH'S paTh from thE cLuB to heR homE HIGHligHteD. "I've Been oVer every inch oF thAt tuNNel, Found The caSe, so ThE rest Can't be There. frOm the tunnel, she wEnt tO the trollEy. IS tHerE aNy plaCE on a trOllEy tO hide soMething?"

i PicTuRED ThE trolley I'd been on onLy HOUrS before aS I wandEReD aROund my kiTcHen And lIVIng roOm. ThERe'D been the Driver, THe ChAirs, polEs, And...thaT wAs iT. "ThEre waSN't anYwhere. was there?"

my memORy began to play tRIcks on me. I coulDN't REMeMBer iF thEre'd been cubBies UNder Or ovER tHe cHAirs. MAybe tHeRE wAS someplace a person coUlD hide a NondeScript bag. "But sHe'd be takinG AN Awful chaNce oF SoMEone finding theM or evEn throwing THe bag awaY," I saiD, stoppinG before my LIVing room WinDow, LooKinG OUt Of it but seeing NONe of ThE beauty WhiCh was beForE me.

my mInd VaCillated bEtween thE iMpOsSiBilIty anD The tinieSt Of pOsSibIlitiES. "Damn, I'M goinG to hAvE tO Go oN all the TRoLLEys tHaT pAtroL thE aRea, arEn't I?" i WenT back to My table anD grABbed My PhOne. With A quick search tO tHe trolley sErVicE's websITE, I saw theY rotated eleven different TRolleys On tHat roUte.

"ELeven?" I askEd aLoud, stAriNG at my pHone wiTh incReDulITY. "WoulDN'T iT maKe Sense to havE ONe oR two tRoLleyS exclusIve to the route? Why, in THe nAme of the AncieNts Were THErE elEVeN? i'm gOiNG to BE Spending all my spAre time on tRoL
 and her sneakiness. I bro ught up th e map  of  wh er e sh e'dbeen since I'd last  looked and saw she ha dn'tle f t ca m pu s. In deed, s h e' d gon efr ombu i ld ing t o b uilding  with appa ren tl y no rhyme o r  r eason.

"B utthat doesn't  te ll mewh ere she p utthose  jewel s ," I h uffed. "W he r e woul d  I putt h erema ining half of the ge m s?" I got up a nd pac ed . 
" I f i t w ere me, I' dhavep ut them in m y  un d erground safe  along with eve rythin gels e  impor tantto me,  but this i sn't  me. This  is Me r edith.U npredic table,  st upi d, w o ul dn 'tkn o w s e ns e i f  it  knocked  h er  in t he h e a d Mere dit h. W herewould _she_ p utit?" I a skedmysel f al ou d.

I  looke d bac kdown at the tab letwhich was  on  m y k it chent able.Mer edi th's pa th from the  c l u b  t o her home highlig ht e d ."I've be en ove r  e ve r y inch o ftha t tu n n el, f ound th e case,so the re st  can'tbe  there .Fro m t he tu n nel,  she w ent to t he tr o lley. Is there any place ona  t r o ll e y to  hi de somethin g?"I pi ctur e dthe troll ey I' db ee n  on only hours befo re  as Iwande red around my  kitchen a n d living r oom. Th e re'd been thedrive r, the cha i rs, pole s, an d...that  was it." T here was n't  an ywh ere . Wa s there?"

My m emor ybegan t o p lay tri cks  on  me . I  c ouldn't r ememberif  t he re 'dbeenc ubbies u nd eror  ov er th e  chair s. Ma ybeth er e  wa s somep l ac e a pe rs on  cou ldhi de anond e scr ipt bag . "But sh e'd be t ak in g an aw ful chance of  s omeone fin di ngthem o r even thr owing the bag away," Is aid, st opp ing b efor e my livi ngroom w ind o w, loo king o ut of  i t b u t  seei n g  n one  o f the beau t y  wh ich w as  bef ore me. 

My mind vacillat e d b etween the im pos sibi l i ty  an d  t h e t in i est o f possibilities . "Damn, I 'm go ing to hav e  to  g o on al l the t rolle y s thatpatrol th e area, a re n'tI ? " I  went back  to my t able andg rabbe d  m y pho ne.  Withaqui ck se arch t o  th e tro lley s er vice's  webs it e, I saw  they rotated eleven di fferen t tro lle ys on tha t r o ute .

"Eleve n?"I asked al oud , s tarin g a t  my p hone wi thi ncred ulit y . "Wouldn ' titm a ke  sense to h a v e  on e ortwo trolle ys e xclusive to the r o ute? Why, in t he n a m e o f t h e An ci ents were ther e e le v e n? I'm g oi ng to be sp ending a ll my sp are ti me ontrol
 and_her sneakiness._I brought up the_map of_where_she'd been_since_I'd last looked_and saw she_hadn't left campus. Indeed,_she'd gone from_building_to building with apparently no rhyme or reason.

"But that doesn't tell me where she_put_those jewels,"_I_huffed._"Where would I put the_remaining half of the gems?"_I got_up and paced.

"If it were me, I'd have_put_them in my_underground safe along with everything else important to me,_but this isn't me. This is_Meredith. Unpredictable, stupid,_wouldn't_know_sense if it knocked_her in the head Meredith. Where_would _she_ put it?" I asked_myself aloud.

I looked back down at the_tablet which was on my kitchen_table. Meredith's path from the_club to_her home highlighted. "I've been_over every inch_of that_tunnel, found the_case, so the rest can't be_there. From the_tunnel, she went to the trolley._Is_there any place_on_a_trolley to_hide something?"

I pictured_the_trolley I'd_been_on only hours before as I_wandered_around my kitchen and living room. There'd_been the driver, the_chairs,_poles, and...that was it._"There wasn't anywhere. Was there?"

My_memory began to play tricks on_me. I_couldn't remember_if there'd been cubbies under or over the chairs. Maybe there_was someplace a person could hide_a nondescript bag. "But_she'd be_taking_an awful chance_of_someone finding_them or even throwing the bag away,"_I said,_stopping before my living room window,_looking out of it_but_seeing none of the beauty which_was before me.

My mind vacillated between_the impossibility and the tiniest_of_possibilities._"Damn, I'm going to have_to go on all the trolleys_that patrol the_area, aren't I?" I went back to_my_table and grabbed my phone. With_a_quick search to the trolley service's_website,_I_saw they rotated eleven different_trolleys on that route.

"Eleven?" I asked_aloud, staring at my phone with incredulity. "Wouldn't it_make sense to_have one or two trolleys_exclusive_to_the route? Why, in the name of the Ancients were_there eleven?_I'm going to_be spending all my spare time on trol