Mystery Afoot
A fictional serial of institutional intrigue
Meredith Nelson and Sean Nanny, Staff Writers
Last time, our sleuths found themselves in a shoot-out in front of the library with a mysterious person in a Richard Nixon mask.
When they went to the fifth floor to find Nona Charleston, they found signs of a struggle...
Meredith:
Staring at the remains of Nona’s office, I frantically turned to Sean.
“WHAT is going on? All I wanted was a good story and now we’re going to get SHOT? And since WHEN do you carry a revolver?” I screamed, wide-eyed.
“I’ve had a suspicion that things were about to get messy for quite some time now,” said Sean. “It’s always best to be prepared.”
I started to protest, but then realized it was hopeless. We were stuck in the middle of this intrigue, and it now appeared quite obvious that neither Nona nor us would be safe again until we brought the perpetrators to justice. And that reminded me…
“Nona!” Sean and I yelled at the same time, and rushed into her office.
Paper was strewn everywhere. Her computer was gone and her filing cabinet appeared to have been raided.
“Sean, this makes no sense! That person who shot at us obviously wasn’t carrying a computer or files or anything! We would have seen them! Do you think there is more than one person behind this? Maybe this IS just part of a big institutional cover-up!”
I turned around to face Sean, who was standing over Nona’s desk looking ashen.
I looked to see where he stared. There, on Nona’s desk, was a crumpled typed note. I picked it up and read:
“I have Ms. Charleston. She will only be safe when my conditions are met; that is, when I am convinced that there will be no more inquiry into the death of John Cecil and when all the cookies from the cafeteria have been delivered to this office. If you choose to ignore my commands, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.”
I looked at Sean, puzzled.
“Did that ransom note really just steal a line from Phantom of the Opera?” I shouted, close to hysterics. “And COOKIES? We’re going to get shot over COOKIES! And what was up with the Richard Nixon mask? Seriously, what kind of maniac are we dealing with here? I don’t even know what we’re supposed to do!”
Sean looked up at me again and I could see the twinkle of inspiration in his eye.
“Don’t worry. I have a plan.”
To be continued...
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