Criminal Activity

Chapter Seven

 Just like every other morning, I wake up to my loud annoying alarm clock. Rebecca yanks me into the bathroom, does my make up, and throws an outfit at me. Then, I go downstairs, eat breakfast, and head to school with Tom. Everything is always the same like it's a broken record.

Except today when we got to school. There were a bunch of police cards surrounding the flag pole. They had tape strung up as if there had been a crime committed. Tom and I look at each other with confusion and get out of the car to grab our stuff. When we thought we had everything we needed, we head over to the crime scene. Just before we peek over the tape, a police officer pushes us back.

"You guys can't go in this area. It's police business, authorized personnel only," he said and shoved us back even farther.

"Stop. They're with us," Charles says from behind the man and he flashes his badge that proves he is in the FBI. "They are apart of the Kids' Undercover Unit. We need them to identify this girl," he finishes and motions for us to follow him. When we get to the body, the figure looks slightly familiar.

"It appears that she has committed suicide. Didn't you guys get an email that school was canceled for this?" says a medical examiner. His name tag read Mark.

"No, we didn't. I didn't even know we got emails from the school. Charles said he had everything under control. I figured he would have said something if he got an email," I said with slight annoyance hinting at my voice.

"I wanted you here because she goes to this school and you guys are kind of popular in the school. I thought you would recognize her. Come here, let me show you," he says and motions for us to follow him and we do. We dodge some tape right before coming up to a body on the ground covered up with tarp. They pull back the tarp and you wouldn't believe who I saw.

We dodge some tape right before coming up to a body on the ground covered up with tarp. They pull back the tarp and you wouldn't believe who I saw.

"Tammy," I whisper.

"Who?" Charles asked with confusion in his face.
"She was on the soccer team. I took her position as Captain. I knew she was upset afterwards, but I don't think she was this upset. I'm not so sure that she committed suicide though, I think this is a set up. We need to do DNA tests just in case. Let us know the outcome. I have to work in 6 hours, but I would like to sleep a little bit more and email my teachers to get tonights homework so I don't have to do double tomorrow night."

Charles gives the medical examiner a nod and walks off towards his car. A couple other medical examiners come over and start moving things around and collecting DNA samples from everything.

Tom and I head back to the car and head home. I go right upstairs and plop on my bed. Just before I was about to fall asleep, I get a phone call from an unknown number. That's strange. Charles imputed the whole team into my contacts. I answer the phone call.

"Hello?"

"Veronica," a familiar voice whispered. "You need to get away from those people. They are bad people. They are using you to hunt us down," the shaky voice finished. I know who it is. It's my mom.

"Mom, where are you how do you know I am here?"

"I've been following you guys. I've watched your every move. You are in so much trouble for sleeping with a boy!" she yelled into the phone.

"That's irrelevant. I know dad is alive. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it was unsafe to. You could have—" she started, but I interrupted.

"What are you and dad hiding from the FBI?" I ask sternly.

"I have to go. Bye," she said and hung up. I tried to call the number back, but it said it wasn't a valid number. I debate on whether to tell Charles now, but decide to sleep first.