I bit back a frustrated curse and looked around the rest of the room. Where would Lucian have hidden something if not in the bed?
"If I'd wanted to secure something," Jak commented, "I would have chosen the loo."
I shot him a glance. "Why?"
He shrugged. "It's the last place anyone thinks to look."
It was certainly a place that would have appealed to Lucian's warped sense of humor. I cleared more wiring snakes, then walked across to the remnants of the bathroom. Surprisingly, the glass wall had held up well, as had the toilet, which had been positioned behind it.
"Try the tank first," Jak said. "It's been plumbed in, so anywhere else would have caused an obstruction."
I unscrewed the flush button, then lifted the lid off the tank. And there, attached to the plunger, was a small plastic-wrapped envelope.
"Bingo," I said softly, and pulled it free. I handed Jak the lid, then unwrapped the envelope, slicing it open with a fingertip, then carefully unfolding the piece of paper inside.
It read "-37.76759373693766, 144.88306045532227."
"Coordinates," Jak said, looking over my shoulder. "Latitude and longitude, I'd guess."
"If you're right, then for what? is the next big question." I flipped the bit of paper over, but there was nothing else written on it.
"Why don't I Google it and find out?" He reached into his pocket and frowned. "What the hell…?"
He drew out his hand and held it out, palm up. A collection of broken bits of metal and plastic sat within it. The remains of his phone, I knew without asking. I closed my eyes and cursed again. In the rush to get out of the way of the blast, I'd totally forgotten anything metal not touching flesh would be shredded. Which meant not only his phone, but mine too and my keys.
"Sorry, that's my fault."
His gaze jumped to mine, and after a moment, he said, "That change thing?"