Brown eyes widen and then sharpen, locked on the back of Kenzi’s head as she went to work on the door. Could she be…? Here he is, hoping to snoop around the Widdowson grounds for clues when a real lead could be right in front of him. The mention of a lock-pick charm almost distracts him, but he puts aside that information for the time being.

“Abby, huh? Sounds like you know her personally.”