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The lights blinked back on and a small crowd was surrounding the victim. Frank saw him when he walked in, his name was Bill Chapman. When he introduced himself Bill mentioned that he was a wealthy business man. "We won't be able to stay away from this will we?" Nancy asked. "I don't think so," Frank said. "Why don't we look for clues?" Vanessa offered. "Great idea, babe! You could join the family business someday," Joe mentioned. The four turned around and saw a shadowy figure exit out the back door. Frank and Joe took off after him, whereas Nancy and Vanessa couldn't go without their long, Egypt approved, dress covers.
The boys were fast runners, but the killer got away. Before they realized that they lost him, two figures slammed into Frank and Joe. Frank expected a gun to his temple or the cold metal of a knife to his throat, but he didn't. He felt fur. "What the hell?" he thought. His head stopped spinning and he realized that he got pinned by a very large German Shepherd. Joe expected the same as Frank, but he felt human hair and the scent of vanilla. He looked up and saw a girl with chestnut skin and pitch black hair and eyes, even darker than Frank's. She couldn't be more than 12 years old. "How the hell did she pin me? She had the element of surprise," Joe thought to save his pride. The girl shined a flashlight in his face, "Crap, not you," she said. "Hades! Down, boy!" She said as both she and her dog jumped off the boys.
Nancy and Vanessa came running up, "What happened?" she asked. "The boys were knocked out by the killer," the girl quickly lied, much to the boys' gratefulness. "What's your name?" Frank asked her. "Isis Antony, my mother loved Egyptian culture," she answered. "As in Marc Antony and Isis the goddess? Nice," Vanessa said. "Enough about me," Isis said. "I heard you guys plan to look for clues. Does this mean that you are detectives?" Isis's voice changed. She had been speaking in some kind of Egyptian accent earlier. Now, she had a perfect American accent. "Yes, we're the best!" Joe said. "What happened to your accent?" Vanessa asked. "It's fake. I use my accent around strangers. I'm not using it now, because you're detectives," Isis replied. "Anyway, are you taking the case?" she asked. "Yes, I'll call my contact and ask to take the case. It's not a Hardy honeymoon until a mystery reveals itself," Frank said.
"Then, I want to help," the young girl demanded. "I don't think your parents would allow it," Frank said."I have no parents. I got a pass from the government t live alone," she said. The dog, Hades, barked. "With Hades, of course," she added."A murder investigation could get dangerous. We couldn't let you get hurt," Joe said. "Don't you remember how I pinned you?" she asked. "She pinned you?" Vanessa asked. "No!" Joe cried. "Fine, you can help, but I'm not on cleanup duty," Joe said gesturing to Hades.
"How old are you two?" Frank asked Isis. "I'm 12 and Hades is 2 in human years," she answered. "What? No way!" Joe said in disbelief since the dog had to be about 200 pounds and was a tall as his 5 foot 4 owner's hip. "If I'm going to help, how will I contact you tomorrow?" Isis asked. "Where do you live?" Nancy asked. "In an abandoned building in western Cairo. The government pays me enough to keep me alive, but no more than that," she said."Well, you can stay with us! I've always wanted a young girl to take care of. We can go shopping!" Vanessa said. "NO!" she half screamed. "I mean I'm fine. I have everything I need in Hades' pack," she said patting the bag strapped to the dog. "Alright, but if you ever need to shop, let us know," Nancy said, eyeing the girl's black, ripped army pants and tattered, black sweatshirt. "Okay, let's go! I'm starving, so let's order room service," Joe suggested as everyone agreed. "Fine by me," Isis said. "By the way, I found this when the murderer threw it at me. He was probably trying to hide it," Isis said, holding up a Colt 44 gun.