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Chapter 3: Case closed
"Ingrid!" Fillmore yelled into the walkie-talkie. "Are you there, Ingrid?"
Ingrid broke away from Check-Matey and grabbed walkie-talkie. "What's up, Fillmore?"
"Nothing, that's the thing… There are no protesters but there haven't been anymore threats or anything. Anything happening there?"
She looked over to Check-Matey. "Um, no, nothing with the case, no."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, fine, why do you ask?"
"You just seem a little frazzled."
"I'm not frazzled, I'm fine."
"Okay, whatever. I'm going to continued looking around for anything, okay?"
"Alright."
"Fillmore out."
She set down the walkie and looked over to Check-Matey. "Sorry, just trying to figure out who's threatening you."
"It's not going to be that hard to figure out."
"Why not? Kellog is innocent, so there aren't too many other people that would do this. We just don't know who. And it's not like Fillmore has me helping him. I'm here with you."
"Is that a good thing?"
She smiled. "Yeah, it is."
"Then I guess that I feel privileged."
"Well you should."
He kissed her cheek and pulled away. "The case should be over really soon though."
"Right, if we're lucky."
"I know it will."
"How do you know this exactly?"
"There wasn't ever anyone threatening me."
"What?"
"I sent those notes to myself and I set up those traps. I was just kind of freaked about going against Kellog."
"Wow, why didn't you say this earlier?"
He backed away from her, trying to keep the "punk-ass" image. "I thought that if everyone thought that I was kidnapped, then they wouldn't hold it against me for not showing up."
"Oh, well, I guess we have to tell Fillmore."
"C'mon, girl, don't."
The walkie-talkie beeped at her. "Ingrid?"
She grabbed the walkie and said, "Hey Fillmore, find anything?"
"No but the match is starting in about ten minutes. You need to get Check-Matey here."
"Um, Fillmore…" She looked over to Check-Matey who had a pleading look on his face. "Check-Matey's gone. He gave me the slip."
"That's just great. I guess I'll have to hang around and look for him. But if I don't find him in ten minutes, he has to forfeit."
"Right, that's noted."
"Fillmore out."
She put down the walkie-talkie and stared at Check-Matey. "You're off the hook now."
AN: Probably one more chapter, maybe two if you're lucky. Sorry it took so long to update but I was having writer's block and then my keyboard decided to be dumb. Please R&R!