A few days later, Kylie and the gang were sitting in her office, eating lunch. Today was busy, so she stayed in her office. She invited the gang for lunch and they all accepted. Danny decided to take a break and have their daughter, Claudia take over for a while. She was happy to let Danny have a break once in a while.

While eating silently, the gang heard Patsy Logan, Kylie's secretary knock on the door.

"Come in," Kylie called as she heard a burp from Frank.

"Excuse me," he said in his polite manners.

Patsy opened the door and the gang saw a woman walk in.

"She says her name is Lucy Smith," Patsy introduced.

"Hello, Mrs. Smith. Would you like to have a seat?" Kylie asked.

"Thanks."

Lucy looked around the office: the office held about seven or eight chairs, one swivel chair, a light brown wooden desk and the walls were covered with fading white paint that could use a fixing up kind of job. Lucy also saw paintings all over the office walls. The window wasn't far from Kylie's desk but did notice it was open. Lucy looked around: Danny sitting next to Kylie in his best outfit which was dark green and some gray in the background with trees. He also had on white pants, socks and shoes.

His hair had been neatly combed and brushed. His light brown hair could use a trim. He was really good – looking for somebody in his forties. Lucy saw Kylie was in her fifties, blonde hair and blue eyes. Lucy could tell Kylie had looks from her father, Fred Jones. Lucy did see Kylie and Danny would make a good couple. She saw Frank Rogers.

Frank was also good – looking for his early forties. He had light blue eyes and Kylie's blue eyes were a bit darker than his own. Today Frank had his curly red hair that looked like it was a mess. Frank dressed professionally. He was wearing a light orange T – shirt and shoes, socks and pants that matched. He often found this outfit as work clothes. His shirt held an orange and polka dot tie. She really didn't have any clue to what his career was.

Jessica, she had heard of was the same Anderson from her weekly column. Today Jessica's hair was in a ponytail. Jessica was wearing light purple Nikes. They looked to be either a size seven or seven and a half. The socks looked like they were brand – new just like the shoes themselves.

And Ryan Anderson, Jessica's brother looked a lot more like their mother, Velma Dinkley did rather than Jessica. Ryan had reading glasses on. Kylie and the gang wore no glasses since Ryan was the only one with them. Ryan's sight only needed glasses for reading only, Lucy guessed. And, last, but not least, Gloria was a spitting image of Shaggy Rogers.

Shaggy was well – known for his cowardness and a cook. He was really good at that. Lucy did see Ryan had a job over at First National Bank since his work outfit had told her. The National Bank logo was on Ryan's left on his shirt. The shirt had recently been washed and ironed and had no wrinkles. It surprised her how well these characters were dressed.

After Patsy had left, Lucy cleared her throat.

"What did you come here for, Mrs. Smith?" Kylie asked.

"My name isn't Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Blake. It's actually Miss," Lucy corrected Kylie.

"I'm not a Mrs. Either. What can we do for you today?" Kylie asked.

"I'm sure you all have heard about the Joseph Smith murder, right?" Lucy asked as the gang nodded yes.

"You see, I happen to be related to him. He was on my father's side of the family. I want you to solve his murder," she continued.

"We'll take the case, but we'd like to know what happened first," Kylie said.

So Lucy began her story.

"As you all know, this happened in the eighteen hundreds before he died. Before he was murdered, he was in jail and was attacked by the mob. He had been working on his writing before he was shot from the mob. The manuscript never got finished. We'd like to find out where the manuscript is and who did it."

Flashback:

Joseph Smith was killed by a mob intent on indicating the LDS church. Members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter – Day Saints forced persecution from their earliest days. They were denied government protection and driven from Missouri to Illinois, were rising tensions ultimately to the assassination of their prophet Joseph Smith on 27 June 1844. Joseph Smith declared national law on 1834, to protect Navuoo Mormons from violent restriction.

The Illinois government promised Joseph Smith protection if he would stand trial for treason against the State of Illinois for declaring motive laws. Smith initially ran from the state, but he ultimately returned and surrendered.

End Flashback

"As you could see, at that time the Latter – Day Saints were recently being discovered from him. You can always call the Latter – Day Saints church headquarters in Utah for more information. You can talk to Bishop Chuck Larsen," Lucy said.

"We'll be sure to do so," Kylie said, getting out of the desk chair to let the woman out.

The gang thought Lucy was cute. Lucy had light brown hair, curly, outfit was pink and blue from top to bottom. Lucy looked to be in her late thirties, the gang guessed.

"All right, gang. Next is to start snooping around," Kylie announced.

Lunch was now over and everyone left to go back to work.