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For a split second, Cara was shocked, but then her mind was full of a thousand thoughts and questions, foremost being, What is this? I don't even know him anymore! Why am I letting this happen?

But the fact that she felt like she still knew Scipio kept her from biting him, which was something she'd secretly always wanted to do, ever since she'd read a news article about a women biting a man's tongue off when he forced into her mouth.

Also the fact that before she'd fully processed this, Scipio had backed away and was looking slightly confused.

Well. She was too.

Scipio was looking at her with an unusually solemn expression on his face, when he suddenly grinned.

"shocked you didn't I?" he laughed.

Everything Cara had been about to say fled out of her mind so she said "Surprised? Nope." While her brain was screaming at her SURPRISED? SURPRISED? How about shocked. How about bomble… oh whats the word? Never mind. Well? Tell him off. Yell at him! Ask him what happened to gentlemen!

Cara ignored her brain, as always. Instead, she asked about Scipio's smuggling ring. He explained that through his amazing detective skills (Cara felt that this might be a slight exaggeration,) he had been going through some old paper work that belonged to the theater (how can you used detective skills when you're doing paper work?) and he discovered that there was quite a bit of activity surrounding the theater in his absence. Never one to sit behind a desk when he could be doing something dangerous, he immediately took off from New York to investigate the theater. He was just deciding where to look first when she had burst in and knocked off his concentration.

Once Cara had processed this, she realized that the best way to get Scipio to let her REALLY help catch the smugglers was to discover what they were smuggling.

She quickly unbuttoned her Dooney purse and found her pink pocket flashlight. She flicked it on and smiled as all the memories of her child hood came flying back. Funnily enough, she missed living so simply. Now there were all kinds of emotionally things to worry about, such as being kissed by complete strangers. Well, almost complete strangers anyway.

But whatever. She put her past out of her mind and focused on thinking like a smuggler. She realized that the area that she had once slept in had a distinctly abandoned look to it, almost as if someone had made it that way on purpose. She marched over to her old bed, wincing as her heels clattered loudly in the empty theater. As the light from her small flashlight illuminated her corner. There was a dusty looking bed sitting there, but it didn't look very familiar, as a matter of fact, it looked nothing like her old bed. This bed was rather battered, but it was definitely too new too have come from her childhood era. Scipio had apparently noticed exactly what she'd just spotted. He strode over, past where she was standing and lifted the covers of the bed to reveal a small handle. Cara couldn't help but shake her head at how easy it would have been to miss it.

Scipio's hand closed around the brass handle and Cara unconsciously turned her head, thinking of what could be inside the bed with trepidation. Her imagination was going 100 miles an hour, and she could just imagine a body inside. Or else, maybe jewels. Yes, that would be great! Like a pirates chest!

She heard the creak hinges and peeked. There was no body. And to her disappointment there was definitely no jewels. Instead there was powder. It was held in several ice cream containers, and before Cara could say anything, Scipio reached down with his hand and scooped up some of the powder. He brought it to his nose and smelled it carefully, from a distance.

He looked at her with a pensive look in his eyes and said, "methamphetamines. That's what this is. These people are running a full out drug operation. See, this other one is pot."

Cara, as usual, said the first thing that came to mind, which was "how do YOU know the difference between drugs? Experience, or what?"

Scipio looked at her exasperatedly. "Nooo. I WAS a detective you know. You start to recognize these sorts of things, you see."

She refused to let herself feel stupid. What was she supposed to think?

Scipio was oblivious to Cara's twisting thoughts. He was feeling along the insides of the fake bed and his eyes lit up in the vague light. He had obviously felt something. Cara moved closer to see what he'd discovered.

She definitely needed to get new batteries for this stupid flashlight. The lighting was terrible. She bent closer and she felt strands of her slightly curly light brown hair brushing against Scipio's.

As Scipio pointed out a small niche in the wood, Cara couldn't help but notice that his hands were slightly rough and worn, but in a nice way. She'd never been fond of hands that had been heavily lotioned. But anyway.

He opened the small compartment, and with a crinkle of old paper, pulled out what could only be travel itinerary.

Cara tried to peek over his shoulder as he scanned the papers, but she couldn't see anything. It really was enough to make her start wearing her contacts again. When he reached the end of the paper, he said with a puzzled air to his voice,

"well, looks like were going to South Dakota."

Cara just barely managed to quell her excitement at her being actually included in the mission, and instead asked

"South Dakota? What would a bunch of farmers want with drugs."

Scipio smirked at her.

"Do you really think that I know?"