rosaleen channing ↠ applyfic [ongoing]

↠thirty

*i feel like there's been so many filler chapters recently :////
there should be some more obvious clues in the next couple chapters ;)

-𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓽𝔂

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"Well, what the hell are we going to do now?" Lucia said. It was clear she was getting frustrated. She hadn't expected this to be so... difficult. She certainly hadn't expected it to be a walk in the park, but she had hoped there might be at least some clues that made any damn sense at all!

It felt like every where they went was a dead end! Like they were trapped in a maze but they just kept ending up back where they started.

And Lucia was tired of it.

"Well," Evan said, a bit hesitantly. He knew Lucia was stressed and he didn't want to upset her. "I might have an idea."

"Yes! What is it?"

"Rosaleen--In her diary, Rosaleen always talked about her therapist. If we can get him to let us see her files, that might give us some clues. 

"What if the police have already taken the files? As evidence?"

"What if they haven't?" Lucia had attached to Evan's idea rather quickly. "This might be our only lead! If there's no files... we might just have to give up. I don't... I don't think there will be anything else for us to find if there's nothing here."

"We can't give up!" Sam cried out, drawing all the attention to herself. "We--We need to get justice. For Rosaleen. She might not have been the... the best person, but she deserves this much."

"Okay. So we'll assume the files haven't been confiscated by the police," Wyatte said, nodding slowly, "Then how could we possibly convince her therapist to let us see them? We're just a bunch of teens.

Aisha had been listening rather closely to the conversation, without contribution. But now, she had a very interesting point to make.

"We could always steal the files."

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"I think you guys sometimes forget that I know how to pick a lock," Aisha said casually. 

"Shhhh!" 

It was the dead of night. The Mystery Gang strolled around the therapist's office building, searching for an entrance.

They'd already discussed their plans. They figured the front and back doors might have a security system, but then Aisha suggested going through a window. 

Aisha was currently swirling a bobby-pin around in the window lock. After a short time, there was a click and Aisha slid the windows open.

"Ladies first," she said, stepping away to allow everyone else access.

Aisha climbed in last, closing the window behind her.

Now they stood in the waiting room. There was an area behind the receptionists' desk, a heavy wooden door that held a long hallway with several other locked doors behind it.

Lance spotted the desk, then sprinted over to it and slid across it, mimicking and action movie star. He then dropped to his knees, scanned the area, then motioned with his hands for the rest of them to follow.

Lance then peeked over the desk with a wide grin on his face. Everyone did follow, though only Evan copied his action moves.

"See? Even adults can have fun sometimes!" Evan caught himself thinking, then quickly shook the thought away.