Jennifer and Bart remained in the conservatory."I think the body might be the author I was telling you about."
"Oh, and I suppose his book rose up and killed him and stuffed him into my closet."
Bart looked at her sadly. He was a card-carrying member of the Post-Structuralist Missionaries, but this night was proving too much for him.
Then he had an idea.
"Let's check out the secret passageway I found," he said.
He led her to a corner of the conservatory, pushed on the wall, and the wall slid open.
"Wow! That was amazing. How did you know it was here?"
A red exit sign blinked above their heads.
But Bart said nothing.