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And now, onto the ficlet! Here you are, Son of the Specter 992. Your suggestion, with a few additions.
"Seen the school paper?" Serena Sebastian asked Jimmy. He sat at his desk in homeroom, staring over at Rachel, who was avidly avoiding his gaze. Serena plopped her copy down in front of him. "You made the front page."
She was right. There was a large picture of Melissa Johnson kissing Jimmy's cheek under the headline: Middle Schooler or Detective Prodigy? Jimmy Kudo Does it Again!
Jimmy sighed and pushed away the paper. "It was nothing!"
"I bet it's not "nothing" to Rachel," Serena said. "For a detective, you sure are dense,"
"What are you talking about?"
"Rachel's seen the paper, Jimmy. How do you think this makes her feel?"
"I don't know! I'm not her!" Jimmy said.
"Jimmy!" Serena spun around, and Jimmy looked over her shoulder as Melissa Johnson waved cutely at him, smiling. She held up a copy of the paper, and blew him a kiss.
Jimmy smiled hesitatingly at her. She turned around to talk to her cheerleading friends.
"I'm never gonna live this one down, am I?" he said through gritted teeth.
"You're going to have to, if you ever want to talk to Rachel again." Serena said, and got up to talk to her best friend. Jimmy stared after her as the two talked, wondering why Rachel was acting the way she was.
Just then, the teacher walked in. She was drinking her morning coffee when she saw the state of the classroom. "Come class! Sit down now! I know what happened yesterday was very exciting for at least Jimmy and Melissa... and I suppose the cheerleaders... possibly the principal... and me, I guess, but please! Calm- calm down, every- everyone," she sighed. A hand came up to grasp her chest.
"Miss Matthews? Are you alright?" Jen Cooley asked from her seat next to Melissa.
"Of course!" Ms. Matthews said. She swallowed hard and turned toward the blackboard. "Nothing to worry about! Now, we'll start with our math, students. Today, we- we will be learning about- the quadratic equation. It goes as follows: a- times- b- I mean- a-" the teacher started coughing madly.
"Miss Matthews!" Melissa shouted, and she and Jen led the class forward to come to the aid of their teacher.
She fell to the floor, still coughing, until she finally gave one last gasp and was still.
"Everybody move!" Jimmy shouted, coming to the front of the classroom. He felt his teacher's neck. "I can't find a pulse!" he said.
"She's dead!" someone wailed.
Jimmy prepared himself to perform CPR. "Someone go get the nurse, and someone call 911, NOW!" He lowered his cheek to his teacher's mouth, trying to feel or hear a breath. Behind him, someone burst into hysterics. He tilted Miss Matthews' head upward and opened her mouth. He swiftly lowered his mouth to hers and exhaled two deep breaths, ignoring the gasps of horror behind him at his kissing the teacher. He clasped his left hand over his right and pushed down on her chest, counting.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6-"
"Jimmy! The nurse isn't in today!" the boy who went to find the nurse shouted to him.
"I called 911." A girl said as she closed her cell phone. "But they won't be here for ten minutes!"
"So, someone get the principal!" Rachel shouted for Jimmy, as he was two busy starting with his second set of 30 compressions to 2 breaths.
"Miss Matthews!" Someone wailed, possibly the same girl who flew into hysterics.
The class waited with baited breath as Jimmy continued with his sets. By the fourth, the principal had entered the classroom.
"My god!" Mrs. Smith said, sweating. "Someone call 911!"
"We already did! They won't be here in time!"
At the end of the fifth set, Jimmy sat back on his legs. He felt his teacher's pulse once again. Still nothing.
The class, and principal, waited for his judgment.
"She's gone." he said. "I didn't- I couldn't save her."
"Don't think about it, Jimmy," Rachel said, tearful. "You tried. That's more than any of the rest of us did." She stooped low, and hugged him. Jimmy put an arm around her too as the class sadly stared at the body of their beloved math teacher.
"What?" Jimmy said. "You're kidding. That's only used in the movies."
The police had shown up with the ambulance from the 911 call. The class had been asked to remain in the classroom until the lab results came back. The rest of the school was allowed to leave. It had been a trying day.
"Apparently not." Maguire said. "I heard you tried to save her. Sorry to say that she was dead as a doornail before you even started CPR. Cyanide poisoning is usually very sudden, so there's no point in asking if she had been acting suspicious."
"She hadn't been, anyway, until she started clutching her chest and breathing rapidly." Rachel supplied.
"But that does give us a clue. She had to have been poisoned very recently before she died," Jimmy said. "All teachers are required to be at the school at seven o'clock in the morning. So, she couldn't have been poisoned before she got here."
"Which means, it's someone in the school." Maguire said.
"But who would want to murder Miss Matthews?" the hysterical girl, Casey Littleton (of the cheerleading squad) interjected.
"She was my favorite teacher!" Jen Cooley said.
The rest of the class started chattering among themselves about how good a teacher Miss Matthews was, and how sad they were that she had died.
"Quiet down, now!" Maguire said. "The more you talk, the longer this takes, and that means you'll be detained from going home. You all want to go home, right?" There was silence. "Good. So, she started breathing heavily, and clutching her chest. Then what?"
"She fainted," Rachel said. "Jimmy tried to find her pulse. He called for people to get the nurse, and dial 911."
"The nurse wasn't there," Matt Burke, the one who went to get the nurse, said.
"911 said they'd take at least ten minutes," Roxy Bartner, the one who called, said.
"Why was the nurse off today?" Maguire asked the principal.
"I advised her to, actually." Mrs. Smith said. "She'd been working very hard lately, and her husband had just divorced her, I thought she could use a day. Little did I know she'd be needed like this."
"Has she been informed of the situation? There may be some depression from those incidents. It sounds like she may need some counseling, especially if she begins to feel guilty about this."
"I called her to tell her, just like I called all the other personnel and school board members that needed to know immediately. There will be an email going out to the parents of all the children in the school, with information about the wake and funeral." she said. "I just can't believe this is happening."
"Can you think of anyone who had a grudge against her?"
"No, Miss Matthews was a perfectly lovely teacher. I don't understand why- well, I suppose there was that incident with the janitors."
"And incident?" Jimmy asked.
"Some months ago, some school supplies went missing from the janitor's closet on this floor. They all turned up in this classroom. Miss Matthews didn't know how to explain their being here, and the janitors were quite angry."
'You're kidding! Angry enough to kill because of some missing school supplies? Don't think so. Plus, I know the janitors, they wouldn't hurt anybody.' Jimmy thought. 'Now, where would be a logical place to hide cyanide inside the school?'
"Right. I'll talk to the janitors. You kids stay here. If all goes well, you'll be free to go in half an hour." Inspector Maguire turned and left the classroom.
Rachel and Jimmy rejoined their classmates huddled by the windows. "Hey Rach," he whispered to her. "I need a favor."
"Will it help Ms. Matthews?" she hissed back at him.
He nodded, trying to appear nonchalant. "Serena likes acting, right? Tell her to pretend she got a cut, and needs to go to the nurse's office."
Rachel looked skeptical. "And just how is this going to help?" Jimmy just looked back casually. Rachel sighed and moved through the crowd toward her friend.
Suddenly, Jimmy felt an arm loop through his. "Oh, Jimmy!" It was Melissa. "That was awfully brave of you, what you did for poor Miss Matthews. It's such a shame."
"Yeah, it is." He said, trying to shrug her arm off of him.
"Are you going to solve this case?" she whispered, clutching his arm tighter.
"I'm going to try," Jimmy said.
Melissa tsked. "Jimmy, you should know, there is no such thing as 'try'. For instance, try to pick up this pencil." She placed a bright purple pencil on the counter by the window. Jimmy only had to look at it to figure out he couldn't try to pick it up. He could either pick it up, or not pick it up. "Can't do it, can you?" she asked, and laughed. "It seems I've just outsmarted the talented Jimmy Kudo. What do I get as a reward?"
"Uh..." Jimmy spluttered.
"Ouch!"
'Perfect timing, Serena.' Jimmy commended. He pulled away from Melissa to pretend to see what was wrong with Serena.
"Mrs. Smith! I cut my hand! It hurts!" she played.
'Well, don't overdo it, Serena!' Jimmy scolded. 'Then she'll know something's up!'
"I need antibiotics!" she said.
"The nurse isn't in today, Miss Sebastian. You'll just have to-"
"I know where the nurse keeps her band-aids!" Rachel quickly stepped in. "I'll take Serena to the nurse's office. It'll be no time at all." she quickly pushed Serena toward the door.
"But it's lock-!"
"We'll find a janitor! Thanks, bye!" Rachel said as the door closed behind her.
'Nice save, Rachel.' he thought. Then, he turned to Melissa. 'Girls always go to the bathroom in groups...' "Melissa, I need you to do me a favor."
"What's in it for me?" she asked.
"Uh, what do you want?" Jimmy asked. 'Jeez, what happened to her being indebted to me for solving that bake-sale case?'
"Oh, nothing." She replied. "I'll do this one, but only because it's you. What do you need?"
"Take a bunch of people, and ask to go to the bathroom. I need to sneak out."
"Right." she said, and turned toward Jen. "Jen, cheerleader bathroom break. Let's go."
Jen nodded, and signaled for the other cheerleaders to come. There were seven in total. "Perfect." he said. "Just stay together so I can hide behind you."
"Mrs. Smith? The Cheers and I need to go to the bathroom."
Mrs. Smith, who still seemed hung up on Rachel's and Serena's departure, nodded absently and said "Sure, sure."
Jimmy huddled behind the Cheers as they moved casually toward the door. A few people in the class saw him leaving with the Cheers, but didn't call attention to it. There was a tight squeeze through the doorway, but altogether it was fairly easy.
"Thanks, Melissa." Jimmy said, once out of the classroom. He started quickly down the hall.
"No problem." she called after him, and sighed to her squad-mates. "Isn't he adorable?"
"Yeah..." they all sighed.
"Alright, Jimmy, what is this about?" Rachel asked, hands on her hips.
"If you ask me, it's a bit too convenient that the nurse had a day off today of all days." Jimmy said, trying the door handle to find it locked.
"Oh, it's locked." Serena said. Jimmy looked at her as if to say 'Thank you, Captain Obvious.' "Where's a janitor when you need one?"
The trio turned around, and there he was. Serena let out a small scream at the abruptness.
"Need something, Jimmy?" he asked.
"If you don't mind, Mr. Thomas, I need this door opened. That, and I'll need to ask you a few questions." Jimmy said.
Mr. Thomas the janitor got out his ring of keys, and fitted one into the lock. "The nurse is out today, Jimmy; I don't know what you'll find in there." The door opened smoothly, and the four of them entered the office.
"Do you have the keys to every room in the school?" Jimmy asked.
"All the janitors do. And by all, I mean me and Ricky, since we're the only two janitors here."
"Does anyone else?"
"The principal, maybe. But I don't know. 'Never seen her use 'em."
"What do you know about some missing school supplies that were found in Miss Matthews' classroom?"
"Just that there were missing school supplies, and they were found in her classroom."
"Great." Jimmy rolled his eyes. "So, no hard feelings about the incident?"
"Hardly. I mean, it's just school supplies. We had more, so it's not like they robbed us of everything. And they weren't the hardest things to get, either: toilet paper, paper towels, and some pens. Nothing big."
"I see." Jimmy said, and entered the nurse's office.
"What are we looking for, Jimmy?" Rachel asked.
"This is the most probable place to find the poison that killed Ms. Matthews."
"I doubt that the nurse would carry Cyanide, Jimmy." Rachel pointed out.
"Well, would a chemistry teacher? No! Students go about in chemistry labs all the time. It would be too risky putting cyanide in a classroom. But the nurse's office always has someone in it. They would see if a child went someplace they weren't supposed to go. That, and the fact that the nurse is gone today, so the room would be locked, make it the most probable place for hiding the poison."
"So, what should we look for?" Serena repeated Rachel's question.
"Something that could hide Cyanide. A thermos, perhaps? Or something like it. A bottle..."
"Jimmy, there are tons of bottles here. It's the nurse's office. She has all types of medication!" Serena said.
"Try looking for one that's out of place. Maybe in the trash can?"
"It's empty." Rachel said.
"When do you empty the trash cans?" Jimmy asked Mr. Thomas.
"Typically, every day. Especially in the nurse's office. Never know what's in that trash bag." he said, leaning against the doorway.
"But what time? In the early morning, or at night?" Jimmy asked, opening some cabinets, and peering inside.
"Night. After everyone's left. That's when we clean most of the school." the janitor answered.
"Then why is there mud on this floor?" Jimmy said. The three came over to look. There was a brown splotch of mud by the desk leg. "Someone's been in here this morning."
"They could have come last night, after the janitors had cleaned." Serena said. "What if the nurse came back for something? Maybe she forgot some antidepressants? Poor woman..."
"No, because it only started raining this morning, thereby constituting that the mud couldn't be here unless the murderer walked through the rain this morning."
"But Jimmy, that's almost everyone in the school!" Rachel said.
"There are different types of mud, Rachel. Different places have different types of dirt, thereby making different types of mud. In a proper lab, I could tell you the region where this person lived, whether they owned a garden, or maybe if there's construction going on around their house, or on their way to the school."
"But... we don't have a lab..." Serena said.
"Right, so we'll just have to do without it. This person isn't exactly a criminal mastermind, or they would have prepared for this. There must be other clues." Jimmy said. "Did you girls find anything that could be poisonous?"
"Nope," Rachel said, sulkily.
"The only thing I found with the word poison in it was "rat poison". And it's covered in icky dust." Serena said, holding up the can. It was red, with a black cap.
"Great. Dead end." Jimmy sighed. "We should get back. Mrs. Smith might get suspicious if you are down here for too long."
They nodded to him, and headed back. Mr. Thomas stayed and locked the door. 'What do I have so far?' Jimmy asked himself on the way back to the classroom. 'Cause of death, and a body. I don't have motive, opportunity, means! All I've got is mud. I have to be missing something! This case can't be that straightforward. Why would someone kill a middle school math teacher?' He sighed in exasperation. 'I need a soccer ball.'
They went up two flights, to the landing of the fourth floor, where their classroom was. They passed by several classrooms, empty except for the teachers, and the teacher's lounge.
'Wait- teacher's lounge!' Jimmy thought. 'I hadn't given any thought to where she was before she was murdered! That place still has to have some evidence! How could I have missed it!'
Jimmy re-entered the classroom with Serena and Rachel. The Inspector was back, and making some sort of speech, so the three slipped in unnoticed.
"-janitors have no harbored hatred about the missing supplies incident, from what I could understand. This leaves us primarily without suspects, without murder weapon, motive, means, practically anything that could make our case in a court of law. We need to work extra hard, men- and woman." he said, nodding to a woman gathered in the throng of police. Jimmy had never seen her before, and he was almost positive there was no woman in Maguire's homicide division, so she must have been new. "Dismissed."
The policemen filed out of the classroom and fanned out in both directions.
"Inspector Maguire," Jimmy said, coming forward. "May I go with them? I have some theories I'd like to check out."
"Sure, Kudo. Go ahead." Maguire replied.
Jimmy exited the classroom. He looked both ways down the hall, and decided for his right, toward the stairs they had used to get to the nurse's. Reaching them, he turned into the nearest classroom.
The teacher inside the classroom was an older man. He was a science teacher, Jimmy remembered, though he had never had him for an instructor. The man was currently watching two policemen search his classroom.
"Excuse me," Jimmy said. "Could I ask you something?"
"Certainly, young man," the teacher replied. "My name is Mr. Kutaro. How may I help you?"
"Mr. Kutaro, my name is Jimmy Kudo, and I'm trying to help the police with Miss Matthews' murder. I'd like to ask you a couple of questions." Kutaro nodded. "First off, who uses that teacher's lounge across the hall?"
"All of the fourth floor teachers. Sometimes the principal."
"Was the principal in there this morning?"
He looked up toward the ceiling, as if trying to remember. "Why yes, she was."
"Was Miss Matthews in there this morning?"
"Yes."
"Could you take me through a typical morning in that teacher's lounge?"
"Hmm. I come in first, and begin to brew the coffee. I am very good at coffee making. Then I sit down on the couch, and work on the morning's crossword puzzle in the paper... Mr. Yamaguchi, the other science teacher, comes in next. He helps me with the crossword... Mrs. Haverly, the English teacher, is after that. She usually brings a Sudoku with her... About that time, the coffee is done. The three of us get our coffee as Miss Matthews comes in. Typically, she has some quizzes or something she needs to grade. Oh! I'm sorry, if the principal joins us in the lounge, she gets there after Mrs. Haverly, but before Miss Matthews... Mr. Scannell and Ms. Waters come in together after that. And then the whole floor is there. We drink our coffees, and do our puzzles until the bell rings."
"Thank you." Jimmy said. His hand came up to cup his chin in the token "thinking" pose.
"Are there any more questions?"
"Just one. How do you take your coffee?"
"You lost, kid?"
It was the female officer from before. The new one on Maguire's squad.
"You new here?" he replied.
"You always ask questions?"
"You ever answer them?"
She sighed. "Yes I'm new. Officer Maria Kelman, at your service."
"Jimmy Kudo, I've helped out Maguire's people before. I didn't recognize you, so you must have been new."
They shook hands.
"I suppose you're the one that's been searching this teacher's lounge?" Jimmy asked.
"You would be right. Don't know why, though. Unless we stumble on a bottle that is clearly labeled "cyanide", we won't be able to sense anything. It's colorless and odorless, practically undetectable. And I don't think our killer is that stupid. They may not be a mastermind, but they are a teacher."
"So you've ruled out the janitors, too?"
"Please! Murder over school supplies? I'm not buying it." she said, sitting down on one of the couches casually.
"Unfortunately, that's the only motive there is." Jimmy said. "Well, that was given to us, anyway." he moved over toward a cabinet opposite the couch, and opened it.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"I have a couple different ideas working around in my head." he replied. There wasn't much inside the cabinet. A tin of instant coffee, sugar, some paper filters, pesticides. He picked up one of the pesticides and looked at it for a moment.
"I've checked them all out. None of the pesticides are poisonous."
Jimmy was about to put the can back when he spotted something. "Wait." he said. He lifted out a white can, and held it up to the police officer. "Have you seen this before?"
"Yeah, sure. They sell them at every market in town."
"But this type. Have you ever seen any red and black ones?"
"No, they're all like that. Just plain white. Why? Did you think of something?"
"I think so." Jimmy said, smiling. "Now I have the what, I just need the who, how and the why."
He put the can back onto the shelf, still smiling, and closed the door. He went to the small refrigerator near the coffee maker and opened it. Inside were the fourth floor teacher's lunches, untouched. On the door shelves there was some cream, butter, and bottles of water.
"Time to see if my second theory is correct." he mumbled. He pulled out the cream and shook it. "Some gone." he said. Then he went to the trash can by the counter, and lifted out a thrown away bottle of cream. He placed it on top of the counter carefully.
"There's still no motive, but there's only one person who had the opportunity." Jimmy said.
"Congratulations, detective." Officer Kelman said. "You've cracked it. Now would you mind telling me who did it?"
"Really, Jimmy?" Serena asked.
"Really." Jimmy replied.
"Well, I would love to hear this." the Inspector said. He sat down in Miss Matthews' chair, leaning back, and waited for Jimmy to begin.
"Miss Matthews comes into school every day at a little past six, and walks into the fourth floor teacher's lounge. All of the teachers I questioned agree with this statement. She sets down her bag beside the couch opposite from where Mr. Kutaro and Mr. Yamaguchi are working on the daily crossword, next to the chair where Mrs. Haverly is doing a Sudoku puzzle, immediately next to the principal who occasionally joins the group in the mornings. She gets coffee from the pot on the counter, cream from the refrigerator, sugar from the bowl, and sits down on the couch to grade some papers. Mr. Scannell and Ms. Waters arrive. Some minutes after the bell rings at 7:45, she is dead. The events of a seemingly normal morning turn into something exceedingly abnormal."
"Great. What does that have to do with anything?" Maguire asked.
"That is the scene of the crime, Inspector. The place where Miss Matthews was poisoned."
"But you just said that's a normal morning. How could she have been poisoned? That would qualify as abnormal."
"Let the kid continue, Inspector." Kelman said. Maguire sighed, and nodded.
"Thank you. From that point on, everything that could have gone wrong, did. The nurse was away, 911 was too far out, and there were a bunch of kids subjected to watching their beloved teacher die. First, there is the obvious question: why would someone want to murder Miss Matthews? To be honest, I still don't know the answer to that question. So, we move on to "how?". The lab results came back, and it is found that cyanide poisoning is the cause of death. Cyanide? Where do you hide Cyanide in a school? A chemistry lab would have too many children in it. But, the nurse's office, there are a lot of substances in there, and no one would be allowed to snoop. And if the nurse happened to be away for the day, there would be no reason for the police to search there. For safety, disguise the substance as something that could be in any room. Better yet, choose a substance that could be in any room."
"When Serena and Rachel went to the nurse's office earlier, I met them there and we searched it. As Serena pointed out, the only substance with the word "poison" in it was "rat poison". No big deal there, normal rat poison isn't toxic to humans. This is normal rat poison." Jimmy pulled out the white can from the teacher's lounge.
"But Jimmy, the rat poison I saw was red and black." Serena pointed out.
"Exactly. What you found was an old type of rat poison. So old, it was back from when rat poison was made with potassium cyanide."
The class gasped simultaneously, and broke out into fervent whispers.
"So, in searching for the "how", we come across the "what". Moving on, potassium cyanide is colorless and odorless. It can be mixed in any substance and no one would be able to tell the difference. Miss Matthews didn't eat anything at school in the morning, so it would have to be the coffee. Now, how would someone slip rat poison into a person's coffee without them noticing? You could put it into the coffee, directly, but that would kill everyone, not just your one target. So that narrows it down to condiments. Rat poison wouldn't mix well with sugar, which leaves the cream. Of the seven people that had coffee that morning, four drink it black, and three have cream. Now, how do you get only your target to drink the poisoned cream? That's easy. It just so happens that Miss Matthews is the first one in the morning to drink their coffee with cream. If you put the rat poison in a container with only a little bit of cream left, Miss Matthews would have used up all the poisoned cream, and then the two other cream drinkers would have had to open another carton."
"Genius." Maguire said.
"So there's the "How". Now, how about the "who". The only motive we had to go on was angry janitors at stolen school supplies: which, by the way, were taken by Ross Dillan from the janitor's closet and placed in the cabinet until he could come back and get them. Then Miss Matthews almost caught him in the act of removing them, so he left the stash and hid inside the tall closet."
"Dangit, Kudo! How do you DO that?" the young perpetrator said.
"Nevermind that. That motive was nixxed. So, we look for opportunity. It had to be someone who could get into the locked nurse's office, aka the janitors, and then get into the teacher's lounge, aka the teachers. These two events seemingly wouldn't coincide. But there is one person who has the keys, and was welcomed into the teacher's lounge every so often."
"Principal Smith. She has all the keys to the school, often takes coffee in the fourth floor teacher's lounge, and on top of that, there is mud on the insole of her left shoe that should match a sample in the nurse's office by the back right desk leg."
The woman in question was looking downward, staring at the floor.
"I should have known after the bake sale case you were going to be trouble for me." she said. "But I couldn't stop it. It had to be done."
"Principal Smith! Why would you want to hurt Miss Matthews?" Jen Cooley shouted.
"Because I was supposed to be Mrs. Matthews!" she crumpled to the floor, tears falling from her eyes.
"Ms. Matthews had a husband? But she's a "Ms.", not a "Mrs."!" Melissa said.
"Some women prefer to remain "Ms.". The title "Mrs." derives from the word "Mister's" indicating a husband's possession over his wife. Some women today are morally conscious of that, find it degrading toward women's rights, and keep the title "Ms." to show that they don't belong to anybody." Jimmy explained. "Ms. Matthews is one such woman."
"Yes, she's married. She married my fiancée!" Mrs. Smith said, her tears running streams down her cheeks. "I was so in love with him. We were going to be married two weeks after we broke up. I found out that he was cheating on me with someone, I never found out whom. I moved, found a handsome man, and married him. But I could never really love him. My heart belonged to Kevin. I became the principal of this school, and thought my life was a good one. That is, until I hired her. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, Matthews isn't that rare of a name. But no, it was him. She had to give me three forms of identification for the job, and one of those was a marriage certificate. I couldn't believe it. I had hired an adulteress! Not only that, but the woman who stole my love's heart away from me! She RUINED my LIFE. And I couldn't just let her live with that."
"I'll take that as a confession." Maguire said. "Kelman, cuff her."
"Sir!" Kelman said. She came up behind the principal, clapped her in handcuffs, and started to read her Miranda rights as they left the classroom. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in..."
"Thanks again, Jimmy." Inspector Maguire said.
"No problem Inspector. You just call if you have a tough one." Jimmy said. The Inspector left, along with all the other police officers, who hooted congratulations to Jimmy as they passed.
"Jimmy! That was soooo cool!" Melissa said. "I'd love to hear how you solved it! Walk me home?" she asked.
Jimmy cast a glance at Rachel over his shoulder. She was looking away from him.
'Aha. So Rachel's mood has something to do with Melissa.' he thought. "Sorry, I'll have to take a rain check."
"Sure! Walking in the rain together is sooooo romantic!" Melissa said. "Buh-Bye!" she waved, and exited the classroom.
Jimmy sauntered over to Rachel. He cleared his throat. "So," he said. "You still mad at me?"
"No." she sighed. "No, I'm not. In fact, I'm kind of proud of you." she said.
"Walk you home?" he offered.
"Sure. As long as you don't mention Sherlock Holmes." she said.
"Not a word." Jimmy replied.
I walked Rachel home that day. And every day after that. She even waited for me to get out of soccer practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays just for the pleasure of me walking her home. No, I suppose that's just my ego talking. Come to think of it, I never did give Melissa that rain check...
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