Stolen art

~Chapter three~

The fallowing evening after school I got to work on my article for Mrs. Roerig. sounded simple enough, but a lot of research and questions are needed to be done. Angela went with me so she could parade me with questions of her own as well, with notebooks in hand we went to the community library. We entered the building.

" Hey Miss Mitchell." I waved letting her know I was here, she waved back and went back to her wild collection of books. She was a surprisingly young librarian with beautiful green eyes and long brown hair. We found a computer and I began my research on the art robberies around Saratoga.

" Here's one." I point out.

" The Montreal art museum, not to far from here. says here it was robbed just yesterday!" Angela turned the screen to see for herself.

" The article says here only one thing was stolen." I turned it back and she was right, only one portrait was stolen and it was the only painting of Kaiser Wilhelm II. but why only that one? I'm sure their are more things valuable then just that.
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After a couple minutes of research we started on our walk home so I can get started thinking for the interview I was going to try tomorrow afternoon. I guess we lost track of time because we found ourselves running to get home.

" Slow down damn! It's like they will stick you with knives or something, Ember!!"

" I have to get home or that'll be the leased of my problems!" I look behind me at her as I was walking across the street."

"Ember look out!" I turned my head and their was a car. I closed my eyes and raised my hands the head lights were so bright I could hardly see. all of the sudden I could feel something pulling me, it was full force and hard. I refused to open my eyes, I can't seem to catch my breath. I fell to my knees leaning into something soft and worm.

"Thanks Angi." was all I could manage to say.

"Who?" Is was a male voice. I shot my eyes open and I quickly got up and stepped back and I looked at him he was tall and slim blond hair, and dark brown eyes, a little muscular but not to much. he held up his hands as if I was going to fall again.

"Easy, I'm not ganna hurt you or anything. but you should move slow and easy for a couple of minutes just sit down at least." he looked in my eyes but didn't look at me funny or like a freak. it was different. I here thumps of combat boots.

" Oh my god! Are you ok? The hell were you thinking! You could have gotten killed and now your talking to strangers!" She hugged me, she was like a real mom to me, and a true best friend.

"I'm fine." I smile at her so she believes me.

" He saved my life." I pointed but know one was there. I looked around, where did he go?

" Ok, seems to me to much blood is pumping to your brain I think I need to take you home." she put a hand on my shoulder and walked me across the street.

" But he was their. how did you not see him?" I looked at her blankly.

" Sorry a guy was not my first priority." she led me home. we walked in silence the whole way to my house and I kept going threw my head, ( I'm not crazy he was there, I saw him he WAS there. I felt him, where could he have gone?)