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Chapter Five
"Temptation"
Gordo stared at the notebook. The notebook stared back. He couldn't do it. It would be bad, but it's oh so tempting. He could almost feel something pop up on his left shoulder. He looked over, and saw a miniature version of himself in a devil's costume.
*Evil Gordo: Come on, Gordo, go ahead and read it. You know you want to, so do it.
Gordo felt something pop up on his right shoulder. He looked over and saw a miniature version of himself wearing an angel costume.
*Angelic Gordo: Come on, David. This is your best friend. How would you feel if Lizzie read your diary?
*Evil Gordo: He wouldn't care! He has got nothing to hide, do ya, Gordo?
*Angelic Gordo: What are you talking about? He would have deep dark secrets about his love for Lizzie.
*Evil Gordo: Dude, no he wouldn't. He knows better. By the way, Lizzie is one HOT chick. (fire comes out from behind him)
*Angelic Gordo: Yes, she is. That is why he would want to respect her privacy and keep her trust. Right, David?
*Evil Gordo: Dream on, wimp! I would read it if I were you.
"But you are me," Gordo said, aloud.
"Who are you talking to?" a familiar voice asked. He turned around to see Lizzie standing there with her arms crossed and eye brow raised.
Gordo stood up quickly, "I, uh, was, well, you know," he started, as Lizzie waited for an answer. He looked at his left shoulder for some help.
*Evil Gordo: Heh, look at the time. I have to split.
The devil smoked off. Gordo looked at his right shoulder.
*Angelic Gordo: Yeah, I have to fly myself. Um, good luck, David.
The angel flew away. Gordo shook his head.
"Gordo, are you feeling all right?"
"Huh?"
"Is something bothering you?"
"I must be loosing my mind," Gordo mumbled.
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, it's lost. There is no hope," Gordo mumbled.
"Okay, whatever," Lizzie said, shaking it off, "Anyway, I was looking for something, but it wasn't there. Did you have any luck with any of the newspapers?"
"The newspapers?" Gordo repeated, confused.
"Um, yeah, you know, did you find any articles?"
"Um, no," Gordo said.
"Did you even look?" Lizzie asked.
"Um, no," Gordo answered.
"What have you been doing all this time? I have been away for at least five minutes."
"I was looking for the stuff in your bag," Gordo lied.
"You mean, you couldn't find it?"
"No, I couldn't."
"Well, did you look very hard?" Lizzie asked, walking toward her bag and going through it.
"Yes," Gordo said, lying again.
Lizzie looked at the table, and grabbed the diary and letters almost immediately, "Uh, I repeat, did you look very hard?"
"No," Gordo said, "I am sorry. I was thinking about something very hard."
"Oh, did your imagination run amuck?"
"Huh?"
"Were you thinking so hard about something that your imagination went wild?"
Gordo thought for a moment, "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he said, "Yeah, I have a really wild imagination."
"Good. We need to have good imaginations to solve this thing. What do you suppose happened to Rob anyway?" Lizzie asked, sitting next to Gordo.
"I don't know. There are a number of possibilities. He could have been sent to jail, or he could have been found guilty."
"So you think he was innocent?"
"Yeah, I think he was innocent. Why? Do you think he was guilty?"
"I don't know," Lizzie said, "I guess I really don't have an opinion. I guess I don't know enough information."
"Well, I am sure there is something in these old papers about the whole thing. There has to be," Gordo said.
"Yeah," Lizzie said and she smiled, "I like your thinking, Gordo."
"Thank you," Gordo said, "I like the way you think, too."
Lizzie looked at Gordo, who blushed.
"I mean, I like the way we think together, as a team," Gordo said.
"Yeah, we make a pretty good team," Lizzie said.
"Yeah, excellent team," Gordo said as he nodded his head. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds.
"So," Lizzie said, breaking the silence, "Where are these newspapers?"
Gordo got up and a few seconds later, returned with a huge book.
"Whoa, Gordo! That is gargantuan!" Lizzie explained.
Gordo looked at her and tilted his head, "Gargantuan? Is that the word of the day or something?"
"Yeah, something like that," Lizzie said, "How much does that book cover?"
"This covers Los Angeles Times from June-September of 1952. It's a start. I will be back in a minute with the next volume," Gordo explained.
Lizzie pulled the book towards her and opened it up. Inside, there were a bunch of newspapers bound together to resemble a book. The papers looked aged. Lizzie flipped through to September and searched through there.
Gordo reappeared and dropped another book of newspapers, "Find anything yet?" Gordo asked.
"Not yet," Lizzie said.
"Keep looking," Gordo said, opening his book of newspapers.
"Is there any other paper that might have a story on it?"
"Unfortunately no," Gordo explained.
"What about the Hill Ridge Journal? Wouldn't that be more local and have more information?"
"It would, but unfortunately, the Hill Ridge Journal wasn't started until 1974, so it wouldn't have any news before that," Gordo explained.
"How unlucky is that?" Lizzie said, looking through the paper, "Gordo, this paper seems to be missing a lot of pages. They look like they have been torn out," Lizzie said, pointing out the missing pages.
Gordo looked over, "That is defacing government property. That is illegal!"
"Who would do something like that?" Lizzie asked.
"Someone who doesn't want other people reading the news?" Gordo guessed, "Or it could have no real reason at all. It happens, though."
"Those pages could have contained information about the case and Rob," Lizzie said.
"They probably did," Gordo said, looking at his newspaper, "Mine seems to have missing pages as well. All around the time of the case."
"Well, what are we going to do?"
"Well, there isn't anything we can do today, but we can probably manage to do something tomorrow about it," Gordo said.
"Like what?"
"Try a different library?" Gordo suggested.
"You mean, like that big one in Los Angeles?"
"Yeah, there are several in Los Angeles we will have to try. We will have to make it a day trip, though.
"Yeah, okay. How will we get there? I mean, your parents work and my mom has to get a root canal. It's not like we can drive."
"Does your mom let you use public transportation?"
"I don't know. I never asked," Lizzie answered.
"Ask your mom tomorrow. My mom lets me use it all the time. It is very safe and not expensive," Gordo said.
"What are you? Some kind of walking advertisement for the city bus?" Lizzie asked.
"No! Why? Do you have a better solution?" Gordo asked. Why was Lizzie being so moody?
"I guess not," Lizzie said, "I will ask my mom tonight about it. She will probably let me go." Gordo was acting awfully strange. . .
"Okay, cool. I guess you can call me after you talk to her so we can make plans," Gordo said.
"Okay. Well, I guess there isn't much we can do in this library for today," Lizzie said. She put her stuff in her bag.
"Yeah," Gordo said, and he watched her, "Want to go have lunch or something?"
Lizzie smiled, "Lunch would be good."
Gordo smiled as he put the two large books back on the shelf. He loved spending time with Lizzie.
When everything was put back and both of them were ready, they walked out of the library, "So where would you like to go to lunch?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't have an opinion, as long as it's food," Gordo said.
Lizzie smiled, "Oh, Gordo!" She shook her head and laughed.
"Oh, Lizzie!" Gordo mocked.
Lizzie found that humorous. "Gordo, Gordo, Gordo!"
"What? What? What?" Gordo said.
"You are a nut! You know that don't you?"
"Yeah, you tell me that from time to time," Gordo said.
They walked out of the library, "So does the Digital Bean suit you?"
"Sure!"
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Chapter Five
"Temptation"
Gordo stared at the notebook. The notebook stared back. He couldn't do it. It would be bad, but it's oh so tempting. He could almost feel something pop up on his left shoulder. He looked over, and saw a miniature version of himself in a devil's costume.
*Evil Gordo: Come on, Gordo, go ahead and read it. You know you want to, so do it.
Gordo felt something pop up on his right shoulder. He looked over and saw a miniature version of himself wearing an angel costume.
*Angelic Gordo: Come on, David. This is your best friend. How would you feel if Lizzie read your diary?
*Evil Gordo: He wouldn't care! He has got nothing to hide, do ya, Gordo?
*Angelic Gordo: What are you talking about? He would have deep dark secrets about his love for Lizzie.
*Evil Gordo: Dude, no he wouldn't. He knows better. By the way, Lizzie is one HOT chick. (fire comes out from behind him)
*Angelic Gordo: Yes, she is. That is why he would want to respect her privacy and keep her trust. Right, David?
*Evil Gordo: Dream on, wimp! I would read it if I were you.
"But you are me," Gordo said, aloud.
"Who are you talking to?" a familiar voice asked. He turned around to see Lizzie standing there with her arms crossed and eye brow raised.
Gordo stood up quickly, "I, uh, was, well, you know," he started, as Lizzie waited for an answer. He looked at his left shoulder for some help.
*Evil Gordo: Heh, look at the time. I have to split.
The devil smoked off. Gordo looked at his right shoulder.
*Angelic Gordo: Yeah, I have to fly myself. Um, good luck, David.
The angel flew away. Gordo shook his head.
"Gordo, are you feeling all right?"
"Huh?"
"Is something bothering you?"
"I must be loosing my mind," Gordo mumbled.
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, it's lost. There is no hope," Gordo mumbled.
"Okay, whatever," Lizzie said, shaking it off, "Anyway, I was looking for something, but it wasn't there. Did you have any luck with any of the newspapers?"
"The newspapers?" Gordo repeated, confused.
"Um, yeah, you know, did you find any articles?"
"Um, no," Gordo said.
"Did you even look?" Lizzie asked.
"Um, no," Gordo answered.
"What have you been doing all this time? I have been away for at least five minutes."
"I was looking for the stuff in your bag," Gordo lied.
"You mean, you couldn't find it?"
"No, I couldn't."
"Well, did you look very hard?" Lizzie asked, walking toward her bag and going through it.
"Yes," Gordo said, lying again.
Lizzie looked at the table, and grabbed the diary and letters almost immediately, "Uh, I repeat, did you look very hard?"
"No," Gordo said, "I am sorry. I was thinking about something very hard."
"Oh, did your imagination run amuck?"
"Huh?"
"Were you thinking so hard about something that your imagination went wild?"
Gordo thought for a moment, "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he said, "Yeah, I have a really wild imagination."
"Good. We need to have good imaginations to solve this thing. What do you suppose happened to Rob anyway?" Lizzie asked, sitting next to Gordo.
"I don't know. There are a number of possibilities. He could have been sent to jail, or he could have been found guilty."
"So you think he was innocent?"
"Yeah, I think he was innocent. Why? Do you think he was guilty?"
"I don't know," Lizzie said, "I guess I really don't have an opinion. I guess I don't know enough information."
"Well, I am sure there is something in these old papers about the whole thing. There has to be," Gordo said.
"Yeah," Lizzie said and she smiled, "I like your thinking, Gordo."
"Thank you," Gordo said, "I like the way you think, too."
Lizzie looked at Gordo, who blushed.
"I mean, I like the way we think together, as a team," Gordo said.
"Yeah, we make a pretty good team," Lizzie said.
"Yeah, excellent team," Gordo said as he nodded his head. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds.
"So," Lizzie said, breaking the silence, "Where are these newspapers?"
Gordo got up and a few seconds later, returned with a huge book.
"Whoa, Gordo! That is gargantuan!" Lizzie explained.
Gordo looked at her and tilted his head, "Gargantuan? Is that the word of the day or something?"
"Yeah, something like that," Lizzie said, "How much does that book cover?"
"This covers Los Angeles Times from June-September of 1952. It's a start. I will be back in a minute with the next volume," Gordo explained.
Lizzie pulled the book towards her and opened it up. Inside, there were a bunch of newspapers bound together to resemble a book. The papers looked aged. Lizzie flipped through to September and searched through there.
Gordo reappeared and dropped another book of newspapers, "Find anything yet?" Gordo asked.
"Not yet," Lizzie said.
"Keep looking," Gordo said, opening his book of newspapers.
"Is there any other paper that might have a story on it?"
"Unfortunately no," Gordo explained.
"What about the Hill Ridge Journal? Wouldn't that be more local and have more information?"
"It would, but unfortunately, the Hill Ridge Journal wasn't started until 1974, so it wouldn't have any news before that," Gordo explained.
"How unlucky is that?" Lizzie said, looking through the paper, "Gordo, this paper seems to be missing a lot of pages. They look like they have been torn out," Lizzie said, pointing out the missing pages.
Gordo looked over, "That is defacing government property. That is illegal!"
"Who would do something like that?" Lizzie asked.
"Someone who doesn't want other people reading the news?" Gordo guessed, "Or it could have no real reason at all. It happens, though."
"Those pages could have contained information about the case and Rob," Lizzie said.
"They probably did," Gordo said, looking at his newspaper, "Mine seems to have missing pages as well. All around the time of the case."
"Well, what are we going to do?"
"Well, there isn't anything we can do today, but we can probably manage to do something tomorrow about it," Gordo said.
"Like what?"
"Try a different library?" Gordo suggested.
"You mean, like that big one in Los Angeles?"
"Yeah, there are several in Los Angeles we will have to try. We will have to make it a day trip, though.
"Yeah, okay. How will we get there? I mean, your parents work and my mom has to get a root canal. It's not like we can drive."
"Does your mom let you use public transportation?"
"I don't know. I never asked," Lizzie answered.
"Ask your mom tomorrow. My mom lets me use it all the time. It is very safe and not expensive," Gordo said.
"What are you? Some kind of walking advertisement for the city bus?" Lizzie asked.
"No! Why? Do you have a better solution?" Gordo asked. Why was Lizzie being so moody?
"I guess not," Lizzie said, "I will ask my mom tonight about it. She will probably let me go." Gordo was acting awfully strange. . .
"Okay, cool. I guess you can call me after you talk to her so we can make plans," Gordo said.
"Okay. Well, I guess there isn't much we can do in this library for today," Lizzie said. She put her stuff in her bag.
"Yeah," Gordo said, and he watched her, "Want to go have lunch or something?"
Lizzie smiled, "Lunch would be good."
Gordo smiled as he put the two large books back on the shelf. He loved spending time with Lizzie.
When everything was put back and both of them were ready, they walked out of the library, "So where would you like to go to lunch?" Lizzie asked.
"I don't have an opinion, as long as it's food," Gordo said.
Lizzie smiled, "Oh, Gordo!" She shook her head and laughed.
"Oh, Lizzie!" Gordo mocked.
Lizzie found that humorous. "Gordo, Gordo, Gordo!"
"What? What? What?" Gordo said.
"You are a nut! You know that don't you?"
"Yeah, you tell me that from time to time," Gordo said.
They walked out of the library, "So does the Digital Bean suit you?"
"Sure!"
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