[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Location:[/b][/color] Red Lake B&B[/center][hr][hr]
[color=slategray]"Thank you for understanding, Mrs. Walker."[/color] As much as Harry wanted to finish his cup of coffee, it would be a bad idea to bring it into Riley's room. He didn't want to chance accidentally spilling it on something important (either to Riley, the Walkers, or the investigation itself). And even if it didn't spill somewhere important, it would be a mess that would have to be cleaned up by either himself or the Walkers. Even if he didn't spill it on anything, it would still be one hand occupied, which wasn't very conducive to looking through all of a teenage girl's belongings. So out in the lobby the coffee would remain to get cold. What a shame.

Harry gave the room a quick scan. Pink, pink, pink. He couldn't say he was expecting this level of cheeriness from the girl's room. He'd thought of the current generation as being a lot moodier, growing up on pop-punk, nu-metal and rap; it carried with it the expectation that they'd have a broader choice of color. Decorative choices aside, his eye was almost immediately drawn to the diary, left locked up to keep its contents private. A daunting obstacle for someone who was trying to view its contents without the owner being able to learn of the breach in privacy. 

Harry however, had no such hang-ups. He busted out his pocket knife and slid it in between the space between the book's pages and the leather strap keeping the tome sealed. He was going to cut it open, the only issue being how long it would take. These straps tended to be decently durable, and he was sawing away with a pocket knife. He kept his pretty sharp, but it was by no means a powerhouse of laceration.