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Myra and I spent the next week just giving Myra the lay of NYC so we could do better on our next case. It came on Saturday morning as we were getting ready to go shopping. The inspector knocked on our door, and I opened it, as Myra was still showering.

"Hello, Inspector," I greeted him with a handshake. "Myra is showering right now. Can you wait a minute or two?"

I heard the shower water stop as the inspector said, "I can. Although it would be preferable if she hurried up."

Myra cracked the door open a little and said, "I'm open. Just give me a sec." She then closed the door and opened it a half minute later, wearing a black v-neck tee and a pair of black skinny jeans. It looked hot on her (not that I was staring at her or anything) and she asked the inspector, "What's the case?"

"Five players for the New York Yankees have disappeared just last night after leaving a casino just outside of town," the inspector said as he handed her the case file. "There's a big game in three days, and these men are their best players, and they're also the pitchers. The Yankees can't play without them."

"I'm on it, inspector," Myra said as she looked over the case file. The inspector left, and Myra looked at me and said, "Well? Are you coming?"

"Hell yes," I replied as I jumped up and went to her side to look over the case file. "Oh, man! Their game might get the team into the World Series! We need to find those guys."

"Indubitably," Myra said as her green eyes looked and began deducing the conclusion from the evidence, which proved scant, but enough for Myra. "Do you know who the Yanks will play at the game?"

"The Royals," I replied, "and they're called Yankees, not Yanks. Kind of a stickler with New Yorkers."

"Where are the Royals staying?" Myra asked.

"No one knows," I replied. "It's a thing with their team, for some reason."

"Then let's investigate," Myra said with a smile.

We began investigating the area around Yankee Stadium, not coming up with anything. We searched everywhere we could in New York ( as it was a Saturday) but came up with nothing. I wasn't one to give up, and neither was Myra. We soon found a vital clue just outside of Brooklyn: blue and silver crepe and glitter makung a barely discernable trail to a house that seemed abandoned from the outside. I recognized it as the place where the popular girls would sometimes go to party with the popular boys of a school across the city. A shiver went down my spine as I snuck towards it and saw the Royals sleeping off a hard night of drink. I gave the all-clear signal, and we went inside the house quietly, so as not to disturb the baseball team's sleep.

We tiptoed down the stairs and found the five missing players, wounded, but alive. We quickly and quietly cut them from their bonds. They keeled over and barely were able to say, "He's after you, not us! Get out, just leave us! You're in danger!"

We persevered, however, and were able to get them out. I called Horatio and asked her to hurry to the party house, and she arrived with a cab within 15 minutes. She did all the first aid that she could, then helped us get the players in the car and to the hospital.

They kept trying to warn us about a man or woman who wished Myra and I harm, someone named Gerane. I couldn't make much sense if it, though, and dropped them off at the hospital and called the inspector to tell him that we had found the men.

The three of us went back to the school, and on Monday Myra and I got a visitor: the Yankees' coach! He was so geateful that he gave us a special gift for saving his star players: gold rings with stones that matched the Yankees team colors. Myra almost turned the gift down, but a nudge and a quick look from me caused her to act civil about the matter. Of course, the whole school was there, as was the press, so I didn't her to embarrass herself in front of all of New York. We were now known as some of the great heroes of New York for the case. I started feeling closer to Myra, and I even began inviting her to my trips outside of the school, even though half of the time I knew she would rather sit around in our dorm. She began willingly coming with me, and we soon became the best of friends.

Then we met Gerane.