Chapter One
"Lindsay Rae, you have to tell me what was stolen." Ingrid Third said, a notepad clenched in her hand. She was sitting across from a blond bombshell with big, blue eyes and a matching blue bead bracelet on her wrist. She had a distant look on her face, staring into nothing. Ingrid reached across the desk and shook Lindsay Rae's hand, then looked down at the bracelet.
"Robbie gave that to me." Lindsay Rae said suddenly. Ingrid loosened her grip on the bracelet.
"Do you mean Robbie O' Polly?" Ingrid asked. Lindsay Rae's eyes filled up with tears, and she nodded. She took a lock of her blond hair and twisted it around a thin pinky finger. She didn't want to talk.
"Lindsay, do you know where I could find Robbie?" Ingrid asked. Lindsay Rae began to shake her head, then looked into Ingrid's eyes.
"He's in the tennis club." She said. Ingrid stood up, and opened the soundproof office room door. She gestured for Lindsay Rae to step out.
"If you don't mind, I'd rather stay in here for a few minutes." The girl said, her eyes focusing on the bulletin board on the other side of the room. Ingrid nodded and shut the door behind her. Lindsay Rae didn't blink.
"Fillmore, she's a total nutcase." Ingrid said to her partner as she walked back into the classroom- turned- headquarters. Cornelius Fillmore looked up from his mug of hot chocolate and frowned.
"She was a cheerleader." He said. Ingrid sat down at her own desk and opened the school records drawer.
"Really? She was so zoned out, so distant in that office." Ingrid found the file she was looking for and opened it. "She mentioned somebody named Robbie O' Polly too, but the tennis club doesn't have cheerleaders."
"Robbie O' Polly? Man, I haven't seen that guy in years." Fillmore said. He tried to remember the face of the tennis club star. He had had jet-black hair, vivid green eyes and a smirk to remember.
"Well, I've seen him. He's still on the team. They're practice ends in five minutes. Do you want to grab a latte with me and head down to the field?" Ingrid asked. Fillmore nodded and set his mug down on the desk. Ingrid shoved her wrinkled notepad in her dress pocket and grabbed the thick file in its place.
"Hey, shut the door on your way out." A fellow Safety Patroller yelled out behind the duo.
"This guys file is almost worse than mine." Fillmore said, reading the lists of detention servings over Ingrid's shoulder.
"Yeah, look at this. Tagging, class cutting, he's even stolen the tennis net and a new package of tennis balls. He's skipped almost every detention given to him." Fillmore read a few of the items off the Crime list.
Ingrid poured herself a latte, and then opened the back doors leading to the tennis courts, where a boy with jet-black hair and bright green eyes and the same insane grin was hitting tennis balls with an old racket against the school wall.
"Robbie O' Polly, we need to talk to you."
"I'm kind of busy." Robbie answered.
"It's about Lindsay Rae." Fillmore said. Robbie dropped his racket.
"What did she tell you? I swear to God I'll…" Robbie trailed off, but his hands clenched into fists.
"Whoa, chill out man, she just gave us your name. If you're asking me, she seemed pretty worried about something." Fillmore said. Robbie unclenched his fists.
"Look, I'm busy. Can I talk to you later."
"Yeah, you can talk to us later, and then you can talk to Lindsay Rae." Fillmore said, before he turned around and walked back into X Middle School. Ingrid looked at Robbie's wrist.
"That's a nice bracelet you got there." She said before spinning around and following her partner.