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your mother said. Therefore, the spy knows bugs are not going to be on the lunch menu. Mr. Lozana, on the other hand, does not know this.”
    â€œTherefore, Mr. Lozana is not the spy!” I said. “My friendship with Courtney is saved! And that’s not the only good thing.”
    â€œWhat else?” Granny asked.
    â€œBasically, we’ve solved the case. I mean, we only have one suspect left.”
    Before I could tell them who that suspect was, there was a knock at the door.
    â€œExcuse me, Judge, Mr. Bryant,” said Charlotte. “But President Parks is requesting Cameron in the Oval Office for a meeting with Mr. Schott.”
    I jumped up. “Well, that’s convenient! Thanks, Granny! Thanks, Mr. Bryant! You guys are the best!”
    Granny nodded. “Aren’t we, though?” Then she went back to her book.

CHAPTER TWENTY - FIVE
    Charlotte and I stopped to pick up Tessa on our way. “Straighten your detecting cap,” I told her. “You have a suspect to question in the Oval Office, and if I’m right, we’re going to solve this case right now!”
    Tessa jumped off the sofa. “What’s Courtney doing in the Oval Office?”
    â€œIt’s not Courtney,” I said. “Mr. Lozana’s not the spy.” Then I explained about the blog post. “Hurry up!”
    The kitten flyers were on Tessa’s desk. She grabbed a stack on her way out the door. “While we’re there, I’ll post them for the people who work in the West Wing,” she said.
    â€œSeriously?” I said. “But you don’t want to get rid of the Ks.”
    â€œI know, but it’s like you said, Cammie. We can’t win this fight.”
    This didn’t sound like my sister, and I studied herface for a second. Was I imagining it? Or was she trying hard not to smile?
    To get to Mom’s office from our bedroom, you go to the ground floor and hang a right. The West Wing is actually in a separate building, so you have to go outside on a covered walkway called a colonnade and pass the Rose Garden. Besides the Oval Office, where my mom works, the West Wing has offices for the vice president and some advisors, as well as a room for press conferences and space for the news guys.
    Charlotte came with us. Most of the time, we’re not allowed to leave the house part of the White House without either somebody from the family or somebody from the Secret Service.
    Mom’s secretary smiled when we got to the door and said, “Go right in.”
    The Oval Office really is oval-shaped. It has three tall windows with gold drapes, paintings of cowboy scenes on the walls and a bust of Benjamin Franklin on a table. George Washington’s portrait is over the white fireplace. On the oval-shaped rug is a picture of the seal of the president of the United States. It has a gigantic eagle in the middle.
    Since the room is a lot bigger than most offices, there’s also space for sofas and comfy chairs.
    Inside, we expected to see Mom sitting on one of the sofas across from Mr. Schott. What we never expected were two more people: Mr. Morgan and Mr. Webb!
    â€œWhat are you guys doing here?” Tessa asked.
    Mom frowned. “What my daughter meant to say was ‘Good afternoon, gentlemen. How very nice to see you.’ ”
    â€œThat, too.” Tessa nodded. “And Cammie and I are fine, just so you know.”
    â€œGlad to hear it,” said Mr. Morgan. “To answer your question, we requested a meeting so we could report to your mother that the government sensing device is no longer detecting the AV signal from your pet cockroach.”
    Tessa and I looked at each other, then glanced sideways at Mr. Schott. I wasn’t sure about my sister, but I didn’t want to say anything about the investigation in front of our very last suspect!
    Finally, I thought of a safe question. “Uh . . . what time did the signal