Chapter 9

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"I don't think we should be worrying about him. He's not even around the house at all. He's too busy." Naya says. It's true, Dario is not around.

"Okay, let's take care of who is doing what. I will be buying everything we need for this mission. And I will take care of transportation." Naya claims.

Miransia: "I Will hack the house's system, so that you can open anything in the house. I will be taking care of everything related to technology."

Michielsia: "And, I will be looking for anything that appears suspicious. I really don't see my use in this plan. I am your friend, so I will be by your side no matter what."

This is a start.

"Wait, did Miranda have any friend she trusteed, you girls know?" Naya asks

"Yes, Isadora. We were supposed to go to her house tomorrow with Miranda. As you know tomorrow is a holiday." Miransia says

"Do you think she might know something about Miranda's death?" I ask Naya

"If you meet her, try to get anything she knows out of her." Michielsia says to both of us, and we nod.

We went home and went to sleep. Waiting for what tomorrow will bring to us.

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I woke up hearing a voice talking to Dario downstairs. I recognize that voice. It's Isadora. I run out of my room; I almost fall running. When I get downstairs, I find Miransia already up. Isadora searches for my eyes. She seems to be telling me something.

"Hey Sab, are you not going?" Wait, we are still going? We planned this before Miranda died. I smile and act normal to hide my confusion.

"Sorry, I overslept. I went to sleep late last night." I say Yawning.

She turns and keeps talking to him. They must be talking about Miranda. That was fake! Her smile right now was fake. She's very reluctant toward him. I eventually go to my room and get dressed.

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We get in the car. I sit in the back, so does Miransia. We like the back seats by the widows.

"So, how are you girls handling everything?" Isadora asks with a gentle voice.

I touch Miransia with my finger to signal her to get ready for a plan.

"I am trying to get better, you know graduation is soon. Miranda would hate to see me looking pale on my graduation. And you?"

"Well, I'm doing okay, I guess. Headache." she says. "Trying to catch the bad guys" She adds with a faint laugh. I don't think Miransia even heard this tiny laugh. I'm sure she laughed. Bad guys? Is she investigating?

"And you my dear Miransia?"

"I'm doing fine. I just-I-I just can't believe she actually died! I am not talking about the belief where I actually think she died. I am saying I don't believe she died.

I think she is still alive." After Miransia says that. Isadora looks at Miransia through the Internal rear-view mirror.

"Hmmm" Isadora says smiling. "OHH, testing me? Trying to see how much I know? Not bad." She says turning around to look at us.

"Did it work?" Miransia asks her.

"In a way, yes. I got to know that we are at the same angle. How was Dario during Miranda's death? Miranda told me how overprotective you were Sabrina."

"Well, he looked pretty fine during everything. In fact, he gained weight. That is why I was so disgusted seeing him crying so much at the funeral." I say

'I see. When Isadora told me she had a boyfriend. I ordered some professional men to look into him for me. They told me it would take some time to do that. Which never happens, it usually takes them less than one hour to get the job done. The week Miranda was announced to be sick. They told me they found nothing, and they will drop this case. So, I call the real professional, the more reliable one. They dare to call me this morning at 2 am to tell me they can't take this job."

"So, you gave up. I mean you couldn't find anything useful about him." Miransia asks her with wary eyes.

"Gave up? I needed to make sure you both were safe. The safest on Earth." She replies, "Give up?" She stated while laughing,

"I always like a challenge, a satisfying one that is. This is just getting started." She smiles. her face brightens like she's talking about her favorite subject.

Just getting started? Before I get to talk....

"We are here girls!" She claims.

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