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She shook her head. "As long as you know there will be no pillow fights in our underwear, we're all good."

"Can't we just pretend there will be?"

Pandora chuckled and rolled her eyes as he picked her up. "Now show me the room."

"You sure you want to see it?" he asked her, stopping outside the spare room.

"Yeah." Ron kept a hold of her as he opened the door. Just as he said, the room was empty; not only was there no carpet but the wall hangings were also gone.

"We should call that police guy you know," Ron commented as she nodded in agreement.

Ron helped her back downstairs and she send Milton a text asking him to drop by. Not even an hour later, Milton was walking through her door.

"Hello," he greeted as he eyed up Ron.

"Milton, this is a friend of mine, Ron. Ron, this is Milton, he's the detective I told you about."

"How are you?" Ron asked confidently. "I'll show you the room."

Pandora pulled her eyebrows down in disbelief as Ron swaggered out of her living room. "He's not