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A/N: If this chapter sounds a little lame sorry 'cause I've been having a very bad case of writer's block
Chapter 8: Searches and Questions
The Next Day
"Hey, Spottiekins, I'se is goin' ta Manhattan taday so I'll be late." Lindi called out to her brother.
"Lemme guess, you miss Mush and want to see him?" Spot smirked. "And Lindi Windi, refrain from using Spottiekins in front of me boys."
Ignoring that last comment, "That and I've got somet'ing dat I'se needs ta do dere." Lindi replied, smiling ever so mischievously.
"What do you have planned?" Spot asked suspiciously, knowing the look on his sister's face all too well.
"Nothing for you ta be worrin' 'bout." Lindi responded as she headed toward the Brooklyn Bridge.
Throwing his hands up in the air, "Why me?"
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Distribution Center in Manhattan
"Hey, Jack, do you know-"
"Wheah Mush is?" Jack finished for her.
"Yes, and wheah Race is?"
"Dey're both sellin' in Bottle Alley today."
"Oh, good. T'anks Jack." Lindi said as she headed toward Bottle Alley.
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Bottle Alley
"Mush!" Lindi shrieked happily
Turning around, Mush noticed his girlfriend, "Why're youse heah?" hugging her.
"Oh, I felt like coming, and also to tell Racetrack to find himself a goilfriend." Looking pointedly at Race.
"Dere aren't any free goils, dat I'se know of. Dey're all datin'."
"Really? 'Cause dere's one I can t'ink of dat's free."
"Really, Who?" Race asked a bit sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Petals, I mean Anne, you know one of our new newsies."
"Oh!" Race responded very surprised to find out that Anne and Connie decided to become newsies.
Mr. Emerson's Office
"Mr. Emerson, sir." The young office boy squeaked, hoping his employer would not get angry because he had interrupted him.
"I thought I told you not to bother me!" Mr. Emerson bellowed.
"Sir, there is a telegram for you." The boy announced weakly.
"Give to me and leave. And remember no interruptions!" the vein in his neck pulsating.
"Yes, sir." Closing the door behind him.
When the office boy left, Edward Emerson opened the telegram and read its contents.
Mr. and Mrs. Emerson,
I regret to inform you that your son died yesterday, when he entered his house while it was being robbed. The thieves shot him three times, one bullet hit a vital organ. He died a few hours later.
Regretfully yours,
Chief Matheson
He dropped the telegram. He couldn't believe it. His only son was dead, and now he didn't have someone to keep his railroads once he died. 'Why me?' he thought. Then he remembered that he had a daughter, and groaned. 'Great just great. Now I have to find my daughter. Katrina is going to never forgive me now, but it's the only way for me to keep my tycoonship. I'll just have to find Elisabeth.' He thought as he picked up the phone to call an investigator.
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"Sooooooo, Are you'se gonna ask her?" Lindi inquired ever so curiously.
"Uhhhh, I don't know." Race answered.
"C'mon, Race, she's so sweet and kind, and I'se t'ink she likes ya."
"But, Race, remembah dat Lindi is only tryin' ta help not force ya ta date someone ya don't like." Mush stated, putting his hands on Lindi's shoulders, hoping his goilfriend would get the hint.
"'Cause I mean, dere are two Brooklyn newsies dat kinda are single." Lindi said. "And one of dem might just ask her out before you do." She added waiting for his reaction.
"Who?" Race asked tightly.
"Pasqualley and Soccah." She answered, with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Alright Lindi! I'se gets your message. I'll ask 'er."
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"Sir, can you give me anything that might identify your daughter?" Detective Connelly asked as he pulled out a notepad."Well, not really." Mr. Emerson answered. Then suddenly remembering, "Wait, she should have a locket with the Emerson crest on it."
"That's not much to go on, but I'll try. You must know, sir, that the locket may have been stolen."
"I'll take that into consideration. Now if you please, find my daughter."
"Right away." The detective said as he left.