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maybe Fiona had somehow bought Dr. Underberg’s diary for my dad, like maybe she thought he’d like some extra information on him.”
    â€œSo?” Savannah asked.
    â€œWell, what if it’s exactly the opposite? What if she needs some extra information about Underberg—something that’s not in the diary—and she thinks my dad still has it?”
    â€œAnd she’s dating him to sweet-talk him into giving it to her?” Eric had definitely dropped the sarcasm.
    â€œOr to get close enough to him so she could get into his office and see what he had left.”
    My brother nodded slowly. “That would explain what she sees in him, at least.”
    â€œAll her files were named Omega,” I said. “Whatever she’s looking for, it’s called Omega.”
    â€œYou could look under O?” Savannah suggested.
    Eric snorted. “Dad’s system doesn’t work like that. We’d need to know what Omega means to Dad.”
    â€œOr what it meant to Underberg.” I closed up the filing cabinet and grabbed a copy of Dad’s Underberg book off the shelf. We have loads of copies lying around, ever since the publisher stopped selling them. I turned to the index, looking for any mention of “Omega.”
    â€œNothing in the book,” I said. “What does Omega even mean?”
    â€œI think it’s a Greek letter,” said Savannah. “My cousin is a Chi Omega at college. Sororities all have Greek-letter names.”
    â€œSo maybe Underberg was in a fraternity called Omega?” I asked.
    â€œIt also means ‘last,’” Eric pointed out. “Like The Omega Man is a zombie movie about the last human on Earth. And a lot of final bosses in video games are Omega this or Omega that.”
    Savannah was already paging through Dad’s dictionary to O. “We’re both right. It’s the last letter in the Greek alphabet, so sometimes people use it to mean ‘last’ or ‘end.’”
    â€œG for Greek?” Eric asked me, turning back to the filing cabinet. “F for foreign languages?”
    I smiled at him. Finally, he’d seen the light. I pulled open a drawer. “Let’s try L for Last.” But there was no file marked “Last” in the drawer. Just one marked “Loose Pages.” I lifted it out and opened the waterproof bag, making sure to press my finger over the hair seal to keep it from slipping out.
    The file was pretty thick, with all kinds of paper scraps—what looked like everything from old grocery lists to a few notes scrawled on the backs of receipts. A small, yellowed page of lined paper caught my eye and I yanked it out of the stack.
    The size and shape matched the scans from Fiona’s computer. The edge was ragged, as if it had been torn from a notebook. The handwriting was Aloysius Underberg’s.
    I clutched the page to my chest and ran back to the living room with Paper Clip—who knew quite well never to enter Dad’s office—hot on my heels from the second I hit the hall. The printouts of Fiona’s files were still sitting on the coffee table and I lined the loose page up against the torn edges on the final printout, the one marked “Omega-AU-pg127.”
    It was a perfect match.
    I heard Savannah and Eric behind me.
    â€œThis is what she’s looking for,” I whispered, holding up the matching pages. “It’s the missing last page of Underberg’s diary. It must have fallen out and gotten lostwith Dad’s stuff before the rest of the diary was stolen.” I dropped back on the couch.
    â€œSo Omega means the last page of Dr. Underberg’s diary?” Savannah asked.
    â€œI guess.”
    â€œWait, no,” said Eric. “That doesn’t make sense. All Fiona’s files are named Omega, not just the one for this page.”
    â€œTrue.” So if she wasn’t looking for this one piece of paper, what