Author's Note: I own nothing and I am a starving student writing this for fun. So don't sue.
Chapter 4
"What we got here people?" Vallejo asked, stepping through the yellow crime scene tape, into the girl's locker room.
"Blast. Explosive device concealed in one of the lockers." Anza said.
"Looks like a standard Menthos." Zack said, quietly.
"Menthos?" Fillmore asked.
"Diet Coke and Menthos bomb. Menthos and Diet Coke mixed together cause an explosion. If the bottles closed, it can be messy." Julia answered, "Something else you'll want to know Boss." She continued. "We found this on the back of the locker."
She pulled the door back to reveal a heart, like the ones doodled on girls notebooks, stabbed with 8 crudely drawn daggers.
Bernarda grimaced, "Whose locker is it?"
"Philip Deville. Co-Captain of Y's Cheerleading squad. Jean Paul and Carlos are checking Cee Cee's locker, just in case this is some revenge thing."
"But you don't think so."
Julia shrugged. "Found same symbol on a sheet of paper in Dill Pickle's bag. Took it just to be a doodle, but now..."
"Looks a lot like Gormagon." Muttered Alex, side stepping around a group of cheerleaders.
Zack winced.
"Gormagon?"
"A dead group." Julia said, sending her partner a furious look. "Which have no relevance to current investigation?"
The sweat was running down her back and her uniform stank. She couldn't help however grinning like a Cheshire cat. It was nice to win.
She made her way over to the showers and turned it on. The shower gurgled and she screamed.
"What on earth...?" Julia asked, walking into the locker room. Red streaks splattered the wall, and most of the female players and cheerleaders were crouched behind a very embarrassed Jean Paul. Carlos was standing by bedraggled figure wrapped in a towel. He looked up, relieved to see her.
"Lillian DaVil." He said.
"Co-captain of the Soccer team." Julia said, to show she was aware of what he meant, even if she was fairly certain the pronunciation was wrong.
"She was..."
"I was attacked!" Lillian and her brother must have at one point been indistinguishable. Even now with the differences of puberty setting in, they were still very similar, especially as Lillian wore her hair short, "easier for the game," or so she'd told them.
"I went to have a shower after the match. I turned on the water and BLOOD..." she was in danger of hysterics, so Julia decided a statement could wait.
Glancing at Ingrid who'd followed her in, she said, "I'll take her to the nurse. You got things here?"As Ingrid nodded, she gently wrapped her arms around the stricken figure and guided her out of the locker room.
"IT'S not blood." Jean Paul's voice, with a heavy French accent cut though her thoughts. "It's not paint either. Its fake blood, kind the drama group uses."
"How do you...?" Ingrid began, but Jean Paul interrupted her.
"I've been on the receiving end of that trick." He wandered over to the showers and lifted his hands to unscrew the head.
"You detached the head, and coat the inside with that junk!" he said. "Very effective. Only question is how they knew which one she'd use?"
"Lil's kind of suspicious." A blonde haired girl, introduced as Cee Cee spoke up. "She always uses the 3rd shower from the right hand side. Everyone on the team knows that."
Jean Paul nodded. "Then no more questions."
"Except why any one would want to do this!" Ingrid said.
The French Canadian regarded her with a look half way between amusement and pity.
"You are not an athlete?" he asked, but continued without waiting for her to reply. "There is great completion. Lillian has been the sports star for nearly 2 years. Maybe somebody wanted to scare her in to quitting."
TBC