“Racco house, Mozart house,” he grumbled as they marched along the cobblestone streets. “Boring house would be more like it.” Amy was losing patience. “Why do you always have to say that? Boring this, boring that! If this house gives us the next clue, it’s the most un-boring place on the planet.” “Amen to that,” Dan agreed. “Bring it on, the sooner the better.” “We’re getting close,” Amy promised. “I can smell it.” Dan wrinkled his nose. “All I smell is canal water. Man, I might never get it out of my nasal passages.”
