The Special Agents

Christine Johnson

"Hello, Kirstin."

"Good evening, Esther."

"I hate to tell you this."

"Don't say it."

"But."

"I don't want to hear it."

"There's."

"Please?"

"A dead girl in a book store."

"That's not fair. Book stores are where I go to get away from people, not to be murdered."

"She was shot and there were witnesses. It should be pretty easy."

"It's 10 at night."

"Have fun."

"I should look into a nine to five job."

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"Avi! Kevin!" I yell from my room, getting dressed for the case.

"Kirst! I really don't want to hear it!" Avi shouts from the bathroom. He was showering and getting ready for bed. Now he's showering and getting ready for a murder.

"I didn't either! Christine Johnson was found dead in a book store!"

"Why couldn't Christine die in the morning?!" Kevin complains from the room next to me.

"Ask her that yourself! You have ten minutes!"

"Ten minutes?!" They panic simultaneously.

"You both just showered!"

"I am currently in the shower!"

"I take like fifteen minutes to get dressed!

"Be at the office in fifteen!"

"It takes ten minutes to drive there!"

"You better hurry, then!"

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Once everyone manages to trudge their way into the building, we get in the car and drive to the Barnes and Nobles at which Christine died at.

"I just kinda brought everyone black coffee and sugar and creme because today was tiring enough and I felt like we all needed the extra boost and Starbucks near me was closed and this is all I had at home," Mitch sighs, shoving a Starbucks cup holder into the front seat for Avi and I to take ours. "Kirst, I already added sugar and creme to yours. And the caramel macciato stuff you like added in," he informs. I choose the one with the K on top, which I assume is a K as in Kirstie. Avi selects the one with A and Mitch retracts his arm.

"Who murders people at a book store?" Avi wonders aloud.

"Who murders people at 10 at night after a long day of me working?" Scott groans.

"Solve this quickly and we can find out."

We finally arrive at the store and discovered it's full of police officers.

"I have a feeling it'll be a long night," I sigh, shutting the car door.

"Hello, Special Agent Maldonado."

"Hey, Chris. You can still call me Kirstie."

"Well, Kirstie, your body is over in the Historical Fiction section. And your medical examiner."

"Thanks, Chris," I mutter, walking away from the police chief.

"Historical Fiction? Think that's of importance?" Avi asks, sneaking up from behind me.