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Mr. Reese eyed himself in the full-length mirror. He really wanted his suit back. This was worse than when he had to wear a polo on that one case with Zoe about the former safecracker. He sighed. Oh well. That was the price of going undercover.
He glanced at the clock. 9:34 am. That gave him a little more than ten minutes. Then he remembered the schedule Finch had given him. Hmmm. . . . What had he done with it? He checked the front pocket of the dress shirt he had been wearing earlier that day. Ah-ha!
He opened it and scanned the contents. Boxing? And a field trip to go to a gun range to teach handling a gun and practice shooting? Now Finch's last few comments made sense. Oh, well it was time to go.
Detective Carter and several other assorted policemen surveyed the remains of the burned apartment. "How many people were killed by the bomb?" Carter asked.
The man in charge glanced at his notes. "One. Three others injured."
"Doesn't look like an accident to me," Carter mused.
The man nodded. "We think someone killed the woman then set the house on fire, but made it so the other three could escape."
Carter opened her mouth to reply, but her phone rang. She glanced at it. Taylor's school. Why were they calling? "Excuse me, officer. I have to take this." Carter moved to the side and answered her phone, "Hello?"
"Hi, this is Maurice Johnson, the principal of Taylor's school. I was wondering if you could come in immediately?" the voice on the phone said.
"Why do I need to come in?"
"I'm afraid we caught Taylor stealing valuable items from my office on a security camera."
"I'll be right there," Carter said absently, hanging up. No, Taylor wouldn't do that. He couldn't. Maybe the video of the theft was a fake. Yes, that was it. But how could she prove it? Oh, yes, Finch.
She dialed his number. "Finch, I've got a job for you."
"Since when are you giving me jobs, Detective?"
"When it concerns my son, you do. Now, I want you to hack—"
"You want me to hack into something, Detective?! I thought you were against that!"
"I am, but I need you to. It could help Taylor."
"Is Taylor in danger?"
"No. Well, only from me. Anyway, I want you to hack into Cedarville High School's cameras and look for any fakes."
"Fakes?"
"The school has a video from a security camera that shows Taylor stealing from the principal's office. I think it has been planted. I want you to find it and determine who planted it."
"Fine, but only because it could help Taylor. I'm not going to start doing jobs for you, Detective."
"Just do it." Carter hung up and turned to the officer. "I have to go." She hurried to her car and drove to the school.
Reese frowned as he surveyed his students. None of the girls had any idea how to fight, and the boys weren't much better. He sighed. Jerome wasn't even in this class. Oh, well.
"Hey, Mr. Anderson or whatever you said your name is!" one of the guys shouted. "How long do we have to do this?"
"Until I say you can stop," John said with that trademark smirking expression of his that makes you either want to smack him or give him a hug.
"My dad's the principal!"
"And your point?"
"I can have you fired!"
John raised an eyebrow in a can-you-now? look. "I wouldn't do that."
"Why?"
"Oh, there are many reasons." Just then the bell rang. The kid glared at him, then grabbed his backpack and left with the rest of the kids.
"Hey, Finch?"
"Yes, Mr. Reese?"
"What's the name of the principal's kid?"
He heard the clicking of the keyboard then, "Conroy Ericson, eighteen, star football player, awfully active on social media. It could take days to sort through it. Want me to ask Carter about his criminal record?"
"No, just curious."
"Just as long as it doesn't get you killed."
"How many more classes do I have?"
"Just one more and Jerome Harris is in this one."
"Good."
I probably should not have ended the chapter there, but I was afraid if I kept writing this chapter it would get too long. I made Mr. Reese's alias John Anderson because that was an alias of his in an episode. I know schools would never allow its students to go to a gun range for a field trip, but it's fiction. Oh, and that look I mentioned, anyone know what I'm talking about? Still looking for a new title! Please review!
