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Also, just so there's no confusion: Jessi is black. Hokay, back to the story.
While the rest of my friends were at Camp BSC, I was working diligently on the case at hand. I was armed with Jessica's list and the phonebook, which may not seem like much, but it was all I needed when I thought I was adopted and went searching for my real mother.
But half an hour of flipping through the phone book was getting me nowhere. I was beginning to think that Jessica had goofed on the last names. I couldn't find 'Carl The Orderly' under T or O. And 'Luke The Werewolf Dude, I'm Pretty Sure We Were Given His Last Name But I Couldn't Be Bothered Looking For It' wasn't under T or W or D...
I decided to take drastic action and ask Janine for help. And I was pretty surprised when she agreed to help, considering I'm such a bitch to her most of the time and only treat her like a normal human being when I want something.
"What about an Internet search?" she suggested.
"What's the Internet?" I asked.
Janine rolled her eyes. "C'mon Claud, I know you're supposed to be dumb as dog shit, but this is ridiculous."
"Janine!" I cried. "These books were created in the 80's! And even the ones written in the 90's didn't keep up with the technology! If it weren't for that one book about the school trying to raise money for computers, I wouldn't even know what a computer was!"
So Janine tore herself away from her Rocket Science for Dummies long enough to show me how to do a Google search on her laptop. And within seconds, I'd found my first clue - the official People Who Have Tried to Kill the Wakefield Twins website. It had all the details of all the psychopaths they'd encountered in the past, as well as their current addresses and phone numbers. How convenient!
I wrote down the numbers and went back to my room to make the calls. Carl, of course, was the first name on my list.
"Hello, is this Carl?" I asked.
"Yes..."
"Hi, my name is Claudia Kishi," I told him.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
"No," I answered. "I'm the vice president of the Baby-Sitters Club. The reason I'm vice president is because we use my room for meetings, cause I have my own private phone line. I'm Japanese-American and have almond shaped eyes and long, silky hair. And even though I eat a lot of junk food (which I have to hide around my room cause my parent's don't approve of me eating junk) I have a flawless complexion and a perfect figure."
"C'mon, everyone always skips past that part," he told me. "Just get to it."
"Oh, sorry," I laughed. "Well, my friends and I are currently working on a mystery - who kidnapped Elizabeth Wakefield. It wasn't you, by any chance?"
"No," he told me.
"Oh. Okay. Well, thanks anyway!"
I hung up the phone. One suspect down, three hundred and twenty seven left to go!
By midnight, I'd made three hundred and twenty six calls. So far, nobody had fessed up to kidnapping Liz. There had to be an easier way of doing this, I thought, but I had no idea what that was.
The last name on my list was Nora Chapelle. I wasn't sure if she'd answer so late, but she did. Because things always work out so conveniently for us.
"Hi, is this Nora?" I asked.
"No, it's Margo."
"Margo? Margo Pike? What are you doing at Nora's house?" I asked.
"Wrong Margo," she spat out. "This is Margo Black. Chapelle. Whatever.
I gasped. That Margo! "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" I asked.
"Nah," she said with a laugh. "I just held my breath and made everyone believe I was dead, just like the first time."
"But... you were stabbed!" I cried.
"I was impaled by a sheet of glass in The Evil Twin," she pointed out. "A knife wound was nothing compared to that."
"Well, anyway," I said, remembering I had a case to solve, "you haven't kidnapped Elizabeth Wakefield lately, have you?"
"Um..." Margo paused, thinking. "No, not that I remember. Hang, let me just check the basement, see if I've got any perfect, size six blond girls with blue-green eyes the colour of the Pacific Ocean lying around." There was a clunk as she set the phone down. A few minutes later, she returned. "Nope, nothing. It wasn't me this time."
I sighed. "Okay. Sorry to bother you."
I put the phone down and crossed the final name off our suspect list. Now what were we going to do?