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A/n: this chapter is the longest one yet, so I suggest that you get a blanket, a pillow and maybe some popcorn! all of you might want to get comfortable!{L.O.L} This is the longest chapter I've worked on yet and it took me a pretty long while to write. I hope everyone enjoys it.
Chapter 6
"The Answers Within"
Ingrid sat at the lunch table, silently eating and thinking about what had been happening lately. This case had proved to be more difficult than all of them had expected. They had that misterious bike thief on the loose, which was attacking people. Then Fillmore was out there somewhere with his gang of thugs.
Fillmore hadn't been since they left Wayne and Ingrid tied up with the bomb, after the two of them had escaped. What was going on with them anyway? Wayne and Ingrid still hadn't figured out how Fillmore's gang had just mysteriously vanished into thin air like that.
Wayne, Ingrid and the rest of the Safety Patrol had searched all the halls but hadn't found any trace of them anywhere in school. Ingrid had been pondering the situation all morning and she just couldn't come up with any solution.
"Hey Ingrid. Are you going to finish eating?" Wayne asked, breaking her thoughts.
Ingrid looked to her right to find Wayne was beside her. She must have really been out of it, if she didn't even notice Wayne sit down looking really concerned.
"No, probably not," Ingrid replied.
She ate half of her sandwich but really didn't feel like eating much else. She had a lot on her mind and eating didn't really seem necessary right now.
"Ingrid," Wayne said, looking her in the eyes. He could see concern in her expression. "We are going to get Fillmore back and solve this case," He promised.
Ingrid still looked uncertain. "How are we going to solve this case without clues or leads?" she asked.
"Sooner or later we will get leads, or the criminal will be caught off guard," Wayne answered. Slip up? These criminals were very clever in covering their tracks.
"Maybe," Ingrid said, going back to her drink.
Wayne watched her sipping her drink and wondered if there was a way he could cheer her up, at least until the case was over. He couldn't stand to see Ingrid so down.
There was static on Wayne's talky and he picked it up. "Leggitt," He said. It was Tehama.
"I think I found a lead on the case," She said. Ingrid's expression brightened. Now there was something to help them out.
"We'll be right there," Wayne said. He and Ingrid dashed out the door.
"Wayne! Ingrid! I think you'll want to see this, "Tehama said. Wayne and Ingrid walked over to her desk, where she was working. Tehama held up the plastic bag containing the beer bottle inside.
"What is it?" Wayne asked. Tehama grabbed some gloves and carefully took the bottle out of the plastic bag.
"After examining the bottle I have come to the conclusion that it's not a beer bottle," She said. They gave Tehama half relieved half confused looks.
"It's a root beer bottle," Tehama finished. Wayne and Ingrid looked at little embarrassed. It really did look exactly like a beer bottle. The joke looked like it was on them.
O'Farrell leaned in on the conversation and jokingly said "Well, you finally got to the root of the problem," No one laughed at his jokes.
"That was bad O'Farrell," Anza said, sipping his hot cocoa. Usually his jokes and puns were a little better. None of them seemed to be amused at his joke.
"Anyway," Tehama said, turning back towards Wayne and Ingrid. "I even thought it was a beer bottle. Don't worry it's a common mistake," Tehama said. Even she was a little embarrassed after thinking that Fillmore had started drinking.
"The second thing is I think I found a lead for your investigation," Tehama said, quickly changing the subject. She didn't want to talk about that anymore.
"A lead," Ingrid asked, sounding really interested.
"Yes," Tehama answered. She turned the bottle over on its other side and pointed to the very small label. "If you look closely you can see that the label says "Made at X Middle School"." She continued. Wayne and Ingrid looked stunned. These things were being made right here at X, and they didn't know about it? How long had this been going on? When had this started?
"Here at X?" O'Farrell asked.
"I researched it and found that it's one of X's oldest traditions," Everyone looked surprised to hear this. Wayne and Ingrid thought they knew everything there was to know about this school, obviously they still had much to learn.
"Interesting," Ingrid remarked. she thought it might be a good idea to look up a little more about the schools history. She never knew when it might come in handy during on of the cases right?
"I compared the bottles they sold during the yearly bake sale to this one and discovered the one you found, is an almost exact replica," Tehama said, then paused while holding both bottles up for everyone to see.
"Except for one thing, the one you found is manufactured a little off on shape and size, plus the label" Tehama finished.
"Off?" O'Farrell asked, sounding really confused.
"The differences are so small, that's the reason they are so overlooked," Tehama said.
"The question here is how did Fillmore and his gang manage to obtain these bottles,"? Anza asked. O'Farrell, who had been quiet until now, stepped forward and asked. "What do you mean? They probably stole it like more criminal's do,"
Tehama and Anza shook their heads. A normal person like Fillmore wouldn't be allowed anywhere near the bottles.
"It's literally impossible. Only certain people are permitted anywhere hear the bottle," Anza said. Wayne folded his arms and asked "Competition"? He asked.
"That and their root beer is really popular. At the bake sale they sell like hotcakes every year,".
"The school makes a fortune off of them every year," A voice said from behind them. When they all turned around, Vallejo was standing there, holding his normal cup of cocoa and looking interested in the conversation.
"There is a possibility that they Fillmore's gang went into business for themselves selling them. They would quickly become rich off of it," Anza replied. It looked like that's exactly what was going on.
"Leggitt! Third! I want you to get under cover and find out everything you can tomorrow at the annual Bake Sale," Vallejo said. Ingrid and Wayne exchanged glances. They had to go under cover? Wayne remembered doing this with Fillmore. There were many hilarious times that he and Fillmore had together when they went undercover.
Ingrid and Wayne nodded.
The weather was humid the next day, but it was perfect for the bake sale. The sun was shining brightly and everyone seemed to be in a cheerful mood. Ingrid and Wayne found some of the people even whistling happy tunes as they cooked their delights. There were a lot of irresistible smells that already found themselves in the air.
Ingrid sniffed the air and found her mouth watering. She really wanted to check out some of these foods, but she couldn't right now because she and Wayne were on duty. It was going to be difficult for the both of them to stay away from all of this food while they were here.
All the smells made Ingrid think of every kind of food from last years bake sale. There were similar smells in the air, just like last year and the year before. However, every year some kind of new food seemed to pop up and was a hit with the crowd. Another thing, these smells seemed to remind her of, was the disaster that had struck last year at the Bake Sale.
Ingrid wondered if Wayne had been told about it. She'd heard people talking excitedly about the Bake Sale all week. Everyone was looking forward to tasting all the foods, meeting people and trying the new kinds of foods that were supposed to pop up again. Ingrid also heard some people talking about how concerned they were about this year.
After the catastrophe last year, the people weren't sure if they wanted to go. They were frightened that something similar might occur again this year. Ingrid remembered exactly what happened that day! It was a muggy day just like today. The sun was beating down on them and it felt as if they were all standing in an oven.
Ingrid and Fillmore were off duty that day and they were trying to enjoy it. She and Fillmore walked up to a stand and were waiting in line for a nice, cold drink. She remembered how the sweat was literally pouring off of them that day.
"Dawg it's hot," Fillmore remarked, whipping the sweat from his forehead with his shirt. She and Fillmore needed something to drink, and fast.
"I know," Ingrid said, she was sweating as bad as Fillmore was. She leaned over to try and see where the beginning of the line was. She wasn't surprised to find that it was going to be a really long wait! She looked back at Fillmore. He didn't look at all that surprised either.
They waited for what seemed forever! The line seemed to really move gradually on that day, as if everyone was just taking their time at the stand. It was murder out here! After awhile they were finally 2nd in line. They didn't know how long they'd been standing in the sun but now that they were close enough to the stand, the shade felt pretty good.
The person in front of them finally stepped aside with their drink, allowing Ingrid and Fillmore to step up. Now they were at the front of the line and could order! Ingrid could already taste the cold drink she was going to get.
After ordering and waiting a few minutes, they finally had drinks. Ingrid and Fillmore took to their drinks the moment they got them. "Come again" The guy behind the counter said. They turned around and started to walk off when they heard screaming.
"FIRE!" Some one yelled.
Turning in the direction of the noise they found that the grass had caught on fire and was spreading quickly. People all around started racing off in different directions.
"EVERYONE RUN," people started to scream.
People at other booths nearby
"Great," Fillmore muttered under his breath. This was supposed to be his day off and they were supposed to be relaxing. How come every time they tried, something like this would happen? It seemed like they never got a moments peace around here.
It seemed like every single time that he and Ingrid were off, something came up that made them have to go on duty once again. It was really starting to annoy Fillmroe to no end too.
Fillmore looked frantically around for something which contained water. However he didn't find anything useful. This really upset him because water should have been available for a disaster like this, especially on a hot day. They needed to remember to address this problem to Principal Folsom.
Ingrid spotted some kind of box on the wall of the school. It was red with white letters. She recognized it from all the classrooms here. Inside the box it contained fireblankets and a fire extinguisher too. They needed to get to that box!
"Fillmore!" Ingrid called, pointing at the box. Fillmore followed her hand and noticed the box too. Ingrid noticed the delighted smile that had crossed his face. This was exactly what the two of them were looking for.
Fillmore took a mad dash towards the box and Ingrid followed.Unfortunately the fire blocked them from getting from the box. It had spread quicker than Ingrid and Fillmore had expected. When they tried to turn around, they found themselves surrounded.
"Now what?" Ingrid asked. The two of them backed up into the middle of the circle. They had to think fast if they were going to escape.
Before Fillmore could answer they heard a cry of help from behind them. When they spun around a little girl was trapped nearby and the fire was surrounding her. It looked like they had another life on their hands.
"Mommy! Where are you?" The little girl sobbed. She held her teddy bear close to her and backed away from the fire. "Mommy! Help me" She screamed louder. It looked like Fillmore and Ingrid had another life on their hands. The girl continued to scream for her mother and the fire was closing in on her.
Fillmore made a mad dash for the little girl and snatched her up before the fire got any closer to her. "Are you all right"? Ingrid asked. The girl still held her teddy bear tightly to her as she cried. She nodded.
"Looks like we have to get her out of here before we can put out this fire," Fillmore said. Ingrid glanced around them. "I don't think we'll be able to escape, Fillmore," She said. Fillmore looked around to find that they were now completely surrounded by the fire. They had no way out and the fire was getting hotter every second.
A thought struck Fillmore. It would be dangerous but there was still one way out of the fire. "Ingrid. We can go through the fire if we keep running," Fillmore said. Ingrid looked unsure about that.
"We wouldn't be able to see where we were going," Ingrid said.
Fillmore put out his hand for her. "Come on. If we hold hands and stay together, the three of us can get out of here." he said. The little girl shook her head, then looked back towards the fire.
"I'm not going through that!" She said.
Ingrid looked back at Fillmore. "See, she's too frightened to," Ingrid said. She wanted to get out of this as much as Fillmore did but they didn't want to scare this little girl.
Fillmore knelt down to the little girl. "I promsie that we'll get you out of here safely and find your mother. We have to go through the fire! I don't think we have any other choice," Fillmore told her.
By this time the little girl looked scared but not as much as before."You...you will find my mommy?" She asked, whipping away a tear from her eye. She seemed happy at the promise that Fillmore had made to her. But could Fillmore keep it?
"Fillmore I still don't like this," Ingrid told him. She wasn't sure if they could move quick enough through the flames that they wouldn't burn to death. She also was worried about the little girl. "She probably couldn't keep up with us if we ran" Ingrid told him.
Fillmore realized that Ingrid was right. The little girl could run but would surely get left behind if she went on foot. They probably would have to carry her out of the fire to safety.
Water started spraying into the fire from every direction, before Ingrid and Fillmore could do anything.
Who was there? When the fire finally died down, they saw the entire staff of the Safety Patrol and the Fire Department.
"Fillmore! Third! Vallejo called. He walked up to them. "It's good to know that you're okay," Principal Folsom said, smiling and appearing. "What? You were worried?" Fillmore joked.
A woman ran up and took the little girl from Fillmore's arms. "Jessica! You had me worried," She said, continuing to smother the girl in kisses and hugs. "Mommy" the little girl said, hugging her mother back. This scene was Ingrid and Fillmore's real reward. They were glad mother and daughter we out of harm's way.
Ingrid remembered how the woman wouldn't take no for an answer and insisted that she give Fillmore something. However he absolutely would not take anything from her. "Just doing my job ma'am," Fillmore answers. Eventually the lady did leave, but not before giving Fillmore a coupon for a new restaurant downtown.
"Ingrid," Wayne called, breaking Ingrid's thoughts. She looked up at Wayne who was ready. "Are you ready yet? We really need to get going," He said. Ingrid put on her sunglasses and nodded. She'd been ready for a long time.
"Then lets go," He said, as they walked down the stairs of the school and towards the Bake Sale. She kept close to Wayne as they started exploring the entire place. Ingrid saw a lot of people, more than last year. It seemed this thing got more and more popular every year.
"Chocolate! Vanilla! Peach and upside-down cake," someone at a booth called. All the food today looked as if it was selling like hotcakes. Ingrid and Wayne walked closer to the booth. It was important to try and get a good look at all the food.
After a quick look, Wayne and Ingrid moved on to the next booth. They did this until they got to the end of the first row. They searched row-by-row trying to find the Root beer stand.
Ingrid ended up being the one to locate it. "Hey Kiko," Ingrid called in her Japanese accent. Wayne joined her in front of the root beer stand. He looked at his watch to find it had taken then nearly two hours to find this booth.
"This had better be worth it," Wayne muttered. He hoped they would get something useful out of this thing. They walked up to the booth to find a guy standing behind the counter.
"Good afternoon my good friends," The guy said, in a very cheerful voice. "I'm Brandon, may I help you?" He asked. He leaned over the counter, waiting eagerly for them to answer. Wayne leaned over the counter towards Brandon.
"What is this stuff you Americans call Root Beer?" Wayne asked, in the Japanese accent.
Brandon looked surprised. "Your not from around here are you?" He asked. Ingrid and Wayne shook their heads. Brandon smiled from ear to ear.
"Then try our Root beer my foreign friends. I know you'll really enjoy it's taste," Brandon said, setting two bottles on the counter in front of them. Ingrid didn't know what Wayne thought about Brandon evil smile, but she was really hesitant to drink the root beer now.
This guy looked too suspicious especially when he smiled. What if he'd put a drug in it or something? On the other hand, if she didn't at least taste it, this guy might get suspicious of her.
Ingrid glanced over at Wayne and shot him a look that asked. "Do I really have to drink this?" Wayne answered her question by nodding his head. Ingrid reluctantly took a sip of the drink.
"This is tasty," Ingrid said, pretending it was much better than it actually was. They had to make this look convincing if they wanted this to work.
"Yeah. What's this stuff made of?" Wayne asked.
Brandon leaned back and stood up straight. "I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to give anyone the ingredince," He answered. Wayne had a feeling they could get this guy to talk. They would end up getting whatever they needed out of this guy. Wayne sipped his drink again. He could be sneaky and get the information out of the guy by tricking him into it.
"Uh," Wayne started. "We're just out-of-towners. We're not going to do anything with it" Wayne said. Brandon seemed to be trying to decide whether to tell them or not.
When he didn't answer Ingrid added "If you can't tell us that, can you tell us where it comes from?". Brandon still had an unsure look in his eye.
"Our Root beer's made in an entirely different way and has new secret stuff added," A voice said, from behind Brandon. Brandon, Ingrid and Wayne turned to see a very familiar face. It was Fillmore! He was smiling from eat to ear while looking at Wayne and Ingrid.
Wayne and Ingrid tried to stay calm. They wondered if Fillmore would recognize them with these clothes and their accents. They had gone through a total body makeover, so it probably would be really difficult.
"What's the technique," Ingrid asked. Fillmore put the palms of his hands down on the counter and leaned towards them. "That's not for you to know" he answered in a smart tone. Fillmore looked as if all the questioning was annoying him.
"This stuff isn't actually made of any special ingredients. It's pilfered from…" Brandon blurted out. Fillmore spun around and glared at Brand. "Don't," He said.
Ingrid and Wayne looked at each other. Now they knew it taken from somewhere. Wayne figured that these root beers were being taken from a factory or something. That was the reason all of the schools supply had just mysteriously disappeared. Now Ingrid and Wayne knew these people had it. This had been worth it after all.
"I'm afraid you're coming with us, Fillmore," Wayne said, talking in his normal voice again.
Fillmore took off running, Ingrid and Wayne took off after him. They jumped over the counter and followed him into the back. Fillmore flung open the door. When Ingrid and Wayne got there, they had a surprise waiting for them.
They found Fillmore riding on a bike! It was Jake's bike! That meant that Fillmore was that figure they'd let escape on the bike. It probably also meant that he probably was behind all the other attacks, especially the one on Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff.
At least now they knew who the bike thief was. Ingrid and Wayne weren't going to allow him to escape this time. They had to put an end to all of this once and for all.
They raced after him to the tennis courts."Ingrid, head him off at the other end. I'll come from behind." Wayne said.
Ingrid nodded and raced off. It was absoultely necessarry they caught him now.
Wayne and Ingrid knew that it was Fillmore's life and they couldn't force him to go back to the way he use to be. However they could try to talk him down and coming back with them. Their only chance to bring him back to his senses might be to try and talk him down. The question was, would Fillmore listen?
They had to at least talk to him, It was really up to Fillmore whether he was going to listen to them or not. They couldn't force him to sit there and listen to the speach they'd thought of.
Ingrid got to the other end of the tennis courts and looked back inside to find that Fillmore was riding straight towards her. The bike seemed to pick up speed as it go closer and closer towards her.
Fillmore growled, knowing that he was trapped. However he wasn't quite ready to be brought in. He still had a few tricks up his sleeve to give them the slip.
Fillmore jumped off of his bike, hitting the ground and rolling off. The bike which he'd been riding headed straight for Ingrid! The bike got closer and closer, but Ingrid didn't move.
"Come on," Ingird mutters. The bike finally gets close enough for her to get on it. Once she's on it she steers it away from the big tree. She turns the bike around and gets it under control, then she heads back to the tennis courts to help Wayne.
Meanwhile Wayne was on Fillmore's tail. Fillmore heads for the fence and started climbing it frantically. When he looks down, he sees Wayne on one side, Tehama and Anza on the other side. They were all waiting for him on the bottom.
Fillmore snickers, then stands up on the very narrow fence as he starts walking across it. He heads for the very tall trees that hover over the tennis courts. The trunk of the tree was close to the fence and it looked like that's where he was headed.
They weren't about to let Fillmore have a clean get away. They needed to think of something before he got away, yet again. If he got away, they were definately going to get yelled at, not only from Vallejo, but from Principal Folsom too.
"No ideas?." Tehama asked, staring at Wayne. He shook his head. Lately he'd had ideas and they'd pretty much worked but right now he didn't have any. It looked like someone else was going to need to come up with something this time.
Ingrid appeared inside the courts on the bike. She rides up to them and stops. What on earth were they doing just standing there while Fillmore was getting away? Did they just want him to escape?
"What are you doing?" Ingrid yelled. She couldn't believe this.
Tehama started climbinb the trunk of the tree, branch by branch. This was the fastest any of them had seen Tehama move before.
Fillmore jumped onto the branch nearest the top of the fence, then headed for the branch above the one he was on. He started picking up speed as he moved. He wasn't about to get caught by the Safety Patrol.
Tehama startd gaining on him, but he kept moving just out of her reach. Fillmore jumped to the next branch and then started walking aross it. Where ws he going?
Tehama reached the branch Fillmore was on and smiled. "It's over now Fillmore," Tehama said. She was surprised to find that he was smiling too. What was so humorous about being busted anyway?
Fillmore found Wayne, Anza and Ingrid below him. It seemed as if he was trapped.
"You are outnubered," Tehama said, slowly moving towards him. She was going to catch Fillmore no matter what.
Wayne, Anza and Ingrid moved to keep under them, just incase one of them happened to fall from the tree.
Tehama continued making her way slowly towards him. It looked like it was the very end of the line for Fillmore after all.
"No where to go Fillmore," Anza called from the ground.
Fillmore couldn't help but snicker. They all were so sure that they'd cornered him! "That's where your all wrong." Fillmore said, turning and jumping off the branch. He disappeared behind the very big bunches of leaves, but appeared again a few seconds later. He had landed on a rooftop and was safe!
Tehama watched as he raced across the enormous rooftop. Without hesitating she jumped from the branch too. Unfortunately she missed the rooftop but managed to grab and edge with her hand. She clung on.
"Hold on Tehama," Anza yelled, as the three of them ran under her. It looked like Tehama was going to fall.
Tehama pulled herself up, then raced after him across the rooftop. By this time Fillmore had reached the other side of the rooftop and was standing on the edge. He smiled back at Tehama. "See ya," He said, jumping off the other side.
Tehama got to the edge just in time to see Fillmore racing off. She tried to catch her breath. She had to admit that Fillmore was a really fast runner. Tehama suddenly smiled because Fillmore didn't see what was ahead of him. She jumped down, folded her arms and waited.
Fillmore turned around to find Wayne, Anza and ingrid racing towards him, holding something. Before Fillmore could do anything they rapped him up in the volley ball net.
"Nice to see you again so soon, Fillmore," Wayne said, watching Fillmore struggle to get out of the net. All of them seemed relieved they'd finally been able to apprehend him.
They wouldn't have to go through a very long lecture from Principal Folsom about how they allowed the criminal to escape this time. They would instead be gratulated.
"Well better book em," Anza said.
Fillmore muttered something under his breath. He might have been caught by them, but he wasn't going to go back quietly.
When they got back to HQ they sat Fillmore down. There were a lot of questions they wanted from him before they had to book him.
"Fillmore, what's gotten into you? What could make you turn on us?" Vallejo asked.
Fillmore just stared at Vallejo blankly. He didn't feel as if he needed to answer any of these questions. No matter how long they kept him here, he wasn't going to talk. Vallejo got in Fillmore's face. "We don't want to book you, just please tell us your just acting or something."
Fillmore scrunched up his face and answered "You know, a breath mint wouldn't kill you Vallejo,"Vallejo sighed, trying to control his anger.
"He still has his smart attitude," Vallejo muttered, under his breath. No matter what the situation was, Fillmore always had to mouth off to someone. Why did Fillmore find it amusing to mouth off anyway?
"Fillmore, you were the bike thief weren't you?" Wayne asked, slamming his hands down on the table in front of him. Fillmore nodded.
"Then you were behind the attack on Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff too, weren't you?" Ingrid asked. She stood next to Wayne. She needed to hear the truth uttered from Fillmore's mouth.
."I admit that I committed all of those attacks. I would be lying if I said that Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff didn't diserve it, " Fillmore gloated. He was proud that he pulled all those pranks on the two of them.
Wayne and Ingrid just stared at each other and then looked back at Fillmore. How on earth did Vice Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff deserve this attack pulled on them?
"The two of them had been asking for an attack like that, for some time now," Fillmore answered.
Wayne pushed Fillmore's feet off of his desk. He didn't like the way Fillmore had become! It was too bad that the best Safety Patrol officer had turned out this way.
"Fillmore, do you know how much detention Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff are going to give you, when they find out that you were the one that attacked them?" Ingrid asked.
"Big deal. There isn't anything that Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff could do to me that's worse than the punishment I've endured before," Fillmore said.
It seemed like there wasn't anything they could say that would get through to Fillmore. They had no choice; they had to book him now. There was a chance that Folsom and Raycliff would come up with an unusual punishment for him. Wayne would make sure to talk to the principal about his punishment in person.
"Okay. Ingrid, Wayne. It looks like we have to book Fillmore," Vallejo said, unwillingly.
They took him to the very small room at the other end of HQ and lead him in. Fillmore sat on the very narrow bench, put his back against the wall and put his feet up on the bench. Ingrid headed for the door, but Wayne had more to say to Fillmore.
"I just can't believe you man," Wayne said, getting nearer to him. "You have people that really care about you in the Safety Patrol. We've been worried sick about you ever since the day you disappeared. They've become like your family, Fillmore. How could you turn your back on your own family?" Wayne asked.
Fillmore rolled his eyes. "Shut up and call my parents," Fillmore said. He didn't seem to even care what Wayne had just told him.
"I'll get right on it," Wayne said, as he and Ingrid walked out the door, shutting the door behind them.
Wayne sat back at his desk and sighed exasperated, then looked at his watch. It was almost sunset and time to get out of here, at least for the day. Wayne couldn't wait to lie down on his comfortable bed.
Ingrid set a cup of cocoa on his desk, and then sipped her cup. The two of them really didn't know what to say at that moment. They both took long sips of their cocoa.
"You two did a great job on this case and bringing the criminal in. It's just too bad that it turned out to be Fillmore," Tehama said. Wayne and Ingrid smiled. It had been great teamwork! They were great together, just like she and Fillmore use to be.
It was too bad that Wayne lived far away. She would enjoy being able to work with him every single day.
"Ingrid! Wayne! Principal Folsom wants to see you right now," Vallejo said. Ingrid set her cup of cocoa down on her desk and heads for the door. She had a feeling that Principal Folsom wanted to discuss the case that she and Wayne had just solved. Wayne followed her.
They both walked into Principal Folsom's office and sat down. Principal Folsom just seemed to stare at Ingrid, frowning. She took off her glasses and leaned forward a little. She really didn't want to be the one to have to tell Ingrid the news.
Ingrid noticed that Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff looked upset. Ingrid gathered that whatever they were about to tell her, it wasn't going to be good news. She hated to get bad news, especially with the day that she and Wayne had had.
"Ingrid I have some news that I think you'll want to hear," she said. There was a really long pause from Principal Folsom before she continued on."You may have to be transferred schools,"Principal Folsom said. Wayne and Ingrid gasped.
"What?" Ingrid asked. Why was she being transferred? Had she done something wrong?
To Be Continued {It depends if it will be continued}