Half an Hour later Veronica and her father were seats in the Principals office.

The Principal shook Keith's hand before returning to his chair, "Sheriff Mars I am pleased to see you again. I wish it was under better circumstances."

Keith nodded politely, "Giving my line of work people rarely meeting me under good circumstances. I feel a bit like Jessica Fletcher from "Murder She Wrote," A bit of a "Harbinger of Doom."

Veronica patted him on the shoulder, "Oh stop it dad there are worse people that could knock on his door, such as infection disease doctors, Tax Auditors, and don't forget ex-girlfriends with a grudge."

The principal gave up hiding his smile, "Your daughter is certainly precocious, however down to business. I'm ready for the demonstration Chief Mars."

Keith nodded to Veronica who rushed out and returned with the Luggage, including Weevils key.

She opened them then proceeded to carefully divide the backpacks into two piles, "What we have is Exhibit A and B. two stacks of backpacks from the locker room during the robbery."

Keith looked at the bags neatly lined up on the carpet, "We searched these bags, even X-rayed them, they didn't have the money. That's why they were returned to the students last week. I still don't understand how the thief was able to go though 50 backpacks in less then 15 minutes. That how long the locker room was empty during the game."

Veronica nodded, "Yes I know but that why I brought the bags back. I 'm using the bags to prove why our thief only needed 15 minutes to go through a room with over 50 backpacks. I will also show how the thief knew which bags to rob and which ones to leave alone."

Veronica ushered in Nysa, and Moesha, from Weevils table. Both girls looked sullen. One of the girls glared at Veronica. "I'm only here as a favor to Weevil. I better not get in trouble over this. We didn't steal your stupid charity money."

Veronica smiled at them both, "We're here to hopefully prove that. You will be helping with the investigation. Please look at the backpacks tell me what you know about the first pile."

Nysa rolled her eyes, "Oh goodie we are "Helping" with the investigation. Every time someone from my neighborhood is asked to "help" the police, it ends with them leaving the room in handcuffs."

Keith held up his hands, "If you were targets we're required to have your parents present. You're here only to help, nothing more, you have my word. You can go if you wish."

The girls shrugged then looked the bags before whispering to each other. Nysa finally spoke up, "The first pile is rich girl bags, most of them are leather. I think one of them is Gucci."

Veronica pointed to the second pile of bags, "OK what about that pile?"

Suddenly Moesha started laughing, "Hey that's the welfare pile. Most of those bags I saw for sell in Walmart for 15 dollars. Isn't that green one yours Nysa?"

Nysa glared at Moesha, "Don't laugh to loud, I saw your mamma shopping at the 99 cent store for your back to school supplies. Your Daddy so broke he can't afford Walmart Back Packs."

Moesha snorted, "At least my dad around to take me shopping. It sucks that yours is in prison. Don't worry; your dad might get lucky with his parole hearing this year, keep hope alive."

Keith got between girls before a fight broke out, "Girls is it a good idea to do this in front of the principal and the police, unless this was just an auditioning for a reality show?"

Veronica reached out and shook both girls hands, "Thank you both so much, however you can go now. You were really a huge help." The last thing Veronica needed was the girls starting a cage match. She sent the girls packing almost guiding them out the door.

Both girls left the office the air between them tense. Their hard faces made it clear they intended to continue their disagreement away from the prying eyes of adults.