Chapter 406

Suddenly, Peter noticed something unusual about the light. Was there a section that had burned out? He sat up in bed and looked up at the ceiling. Something seemed to have been hidden there. When did that get there? It wasn't there last night. Peter threw off the covers and turned on the lights, then stood at the edge of the bed for a better view. As he peered into the ceiling, he could see it clearly now. A bag of spicy chicken pasta was prominently displayed right in front of him. "Which little brat hid this?" Peter muttered with his hands on his hips. He scrutinized the bag of pasta for a long time. Finally, he dialed Rodrigo's number. "Hey, are you asleep?" Upon hearing Peter's hushed voice, Rodrigo wondered if he had been kidnapped and was calling for help. "No, Mr. Jefferson. I'm awake," he replied. "Come over here, but do so quietly. Don't wake anyone else up." Rodrigo was puzzled, but he obediently tiptoed to Peter's bedroom door. He knocked softly and quietly