'and i can still see it all in my mind... all of you, all of me, intertwined. i once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden.'
Samira Mayfield is forced to move to a new town, transfer to a new school, and make new friends two months...
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CHAPTER THREE — the case of the missing lifeguard
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The next morning, I wake up to an empty bed and a note on the bedside table.
Morning Firefly, I'm headed to pick up the Wonder twins and then to work. Didn't want to wake you. Come by whenever. -Steve
I glance at the clock; it reads, 11:00. Wow, I slept late. And peacefully for once. I stand up and take my time getting dressed. By the time I leave the house, it's almost noon. I waltz into Scoops Ahoy to find Erica Sinclair ringing the bell like crazy and Robin listening to the tape again. I move behind the counter, as Robin finally acknowledges the girl. "I'd like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl, please."
"No. No more samples today." Robin informs, leaning back against the store window.
"Why not?" The young girl asks.
"Because you're abusing our company policy." Robin huffs.
"Where's the sailor man?"
"Sorry, he can't help you. He's busy." She states.
"Busy with what?" Erica and I ask simultaneously.
"Spycraft." Robin says in a strange voice. The Sinclair girl and her friends walk away and I turn towards the blonde.
"Spycraft?" I question.
"Yup. He and the strange child are out canvassing for evil Russians." She lowers her voice at the last part. I form an 'o' shape with my mouth, before grabbing her scooper and getting myself a cone of mint chip. "Which means, you and I are going to try to decode this message."
"Yay." I speak sarcastically. "You know that they're totally gonna fuck this up right? I mean, those dweebs don't know the first thing about tracking down an evil Russian. They're gonna look for stereotypes, when really they need to think outside the box and actually use the small brains they have."
"True. But when they do screw it up, we get to reign supreme with the information that we gather." She offers, a cheeky smile on her face. The two of us spend the next twenty to thirty minutes staring at a notepad, bouncing theories off of one another. We haven't come up with anything useful. Robin starts reading the message aloud, when there's a knock on the back door. I'm standing closest to it, so I open the door, revealing a delivery man. I take the box and survey his shirt. I drop the box on the table behind me and gesture for Robin to follow.
