Evie
I leave Freya's house, trying not to laugh.
"Bye, Freya!" When I'm far enough away, I open my bag and pull out the walkie talkie. I can just see Elle's face now! She'll be furious that her plan didn't work! At this thought I burst out laughing. The strange looks I get from passersby only makes me laugh more.
"Oh dear. Looks like that plan failed then, Elle!" I turn the device over and remove the batteries. If she was still listening, she wouldn't hear anything now, so now I can go to the real meeting.
Well, anyway, that proves it. She knows. She must have been hiding in the kitchen or something, because I didn't hear her when I was down there. But she's such a good actor, I believed her when she said she was just down there for a drink. Well, L will have to know about this for a start. An idea hits me. Elle knows who her father is now, so maybe L will be more likely to be able to meet her? Part of the reason we thought they'd never be able to meet is so that L's identity could stay secret. But now she knows anyway, so there's no point in hiding it anymore. I'll have to talk to L about it. I sigh.
"Elle, why do you have to be so nosy?" I mutter. But I can understand it. If I was in the same situation, I would have done exactly the same thing. Well, maybe not exactly the same thing. I would have been much sneakier about it. But I'd definitely have done something similar.
I replace the walkie talkie in my bag, minus the batteries, and continue walking. I can't even use my own car to go and see L in case somebody recognises it. I had to go out and hire one. It's stupid, but I can see why. It would just take one slip up and everything would be ruined. L's identity might be discovered, someone might try and hurt me or Elle to hurt him. Basically it would just be a huge mess. I open the hired car, and sigh. I wish things could be simpler.
Elle
Oops. Looks like I just got found out. I'd continued listening to mum's conversation with Freya just to make sure they weren't talking about me (they were!) Unbelievable. And I'd heard mum's comment. There's going to be trouble later, but I suppose she was always going to find out. I hadn't made any great effort to hide it. In fact, this might be a blessing in disguise. It's obviously bad that plan A failed, but there's always plan B. Plan A had a second use, and that was a decoy. I'd worked out that there was about a 67% chance mum would find the walkie talkie. But now that she's found that, she'll be unlikely to look for more stuff. More stuff being plan B. So all I have to do now is sit and wait and hope that mum doesn't decide to look any further into her bag.
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Sorry about the short chapter. The next one's much longer.