Ch.10: The Sergeant's on the Case
Sergeant Molinson drove down Glen Road wandering what case Trixie had gotten into this time. He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing at how early he was being called. Usually he wasn't called until she was about to catch the criminal. Suddenly he stopped laughing. It was also strange that it was Trixie's mother, Mrs. Belden, calling him instead of the bob-whites. This thought sent a swirl of dread through him and he was grim when he pulled into the Belden's driveway.
As Sergeant Molinson got out of the car he was surprised that Trixie hadn't exploded from her house yet since he was here. This added to his unease.
Sergeant Molinson stepped into the normally cheery Belden house. Right now a layer of sadness and worry encased the house making it lose its cheery look. When Sergeant Molinson stepped into the Belden's kitchen he was surprised to see the Wheelers and the Lynches also there.
"Please sit down and make yourself comfortable Sergeant." Mr. Belden said formally.
Sergeant Molinson sat down, sighed, and then said, "What is Trixie up to now?"
"That's just it. We don't know. The bob-whites disappeared yesterday. Jim had been gone for two days by then and the rest of the bob-whites looked for him without much success. Then Pierre Lontard called. We think he made a deal with Trixie, but then went back on it because the next thing we know Trixie is gone the next day. Then Bobby gave a clue about a mansion Trixie and Jim found one day and the bob-whites went out to check on it. We haven't seen them since." Mrs. Belden summarized.
Sergeant Molinson raised his eyebrows. He had gotten more information then he thought he would get. Sure it all added up to something bad, but still information is information, good or bad.
"Sergeant, do you think you could find them and save them. Our children are out there with who knows who. They could be in real trouble. Worse than ever before." Mrs. Wheeler said fretfully.
"Madam I will try my best to find them with all my might." Sergeant Molinson said tipping his hat as he left. It may be too late to save them he thought It may be too late.