Get a Clue Page #2

- Hi, Miss Dawson.

- Hi, Lexy.

Hey, you.

About ready for bed?

Yeah. I just have to finish

answering mail for my column.

There just aren't

enough hours in the day.

Sorry I missed dinner.

The press conference

I was covering ran long.

The mayor was asking state

legislators to increase aid

to city schools, and let's just

say things didn't go very well.

It's okay, Dad.

That sounds pretty important.

Well, not as important as you.

Bedtime.

- And how was your day?

- It was okay.

Hmm. I, um...

...read your article.

Nice job. It's well written.

You've got a good theme.

I'd call it a heartwarming

piece of journalism.

- Really?

- Absolutely.

Dad, have you ever

written something that,

I don't know, caused

something else to happen?

Sure. That's what journalism

is all about, and you'll get there.

This is good work, Lex.

You should be proud.

I'm proud.

I'm really proud. I just...

I want to write a hard news

piece, you know? Like you do.

You don't start with hard news. You work

your way up to it. That's what I did.

How?

Well, let's see. I was

working at The Mercury Herald

in the classifieds

when I got a lead on something.

I did a little investigation

on my own and discovered

a toxic waste dump was hidden

underneath the local burger joint.

So I pitched the story to the editor,

and made the front page of The Herald.

After that, they made me staff writer.

Wow.

There's stories all around you, Lex.

You just have to keep

your eyes open,

and when you get a hunch

about something, investigate it.

- I think I can do that.

- I know you can do that.

You'll be amazed what hard work,

imagination

and a little luck will bring you.

- Good night.

- Hugs and kisses, Dad.

Hugs and kisses, my sweet girl.

...in or around the vehicle.

As you can see behind me,

the vehicle is a light-colored sedan.

Anyone who may have

seen what happened...

- How you doin', man?

- Good. Thanks.

Lexy, sweetie, wake up.

Huh? Dad, what time is it?

Honey, I've got something to

tell you and it's not very easy.

I just got a call from one

of the editors at the paper,

and apparently your

teacher, Mr. Walker...

He's missing.

Wait. What happened?

There isn't much information yet,

but they did find his car in the

East River early this morning.

Oh, my gosh.

And Mr. Walker?

He hasn't been found yet.

There's a lot of speculation,

but things don't look very good.

This is gonna be a tough day

for you. Why don't you get ready,

and I'll walk you to school.

Wow. I can't...

I can't believe this.

Jen! Jen, wake up!

- Huh?

- Mr. Walker... he's missing.

He's what?

News of Mr. Walker's

bizarre disappearance

spread faster than word

of a Barney's Warehouse sale.

All I know is, if he set foot

into that toxic river,

he's gonna need a serious head-to-toe

hydro-exfoliation body wrap.

Even the fish refuse to live there.

Jeez, there's a lot

of cameras here.

I hope they get my good side.

The good thing about being

in mourning is black is always in.

I know. Whoever thought of that

was so far ahead of their time.

I can't believe all the coverage

Mr. Walker's getting.

Who would have thought

he was so popular?

Miss Stern's outfit

is to die for, literally.

Isn't it strange that the day after my

article runs, he just disappears?

Yeah. It's a real shame.

A shame? It's too weird.

All right, Lexy,

so what's the scoop on Mr. Walker?

- What?

- Come on.

I know you have the inside story.

Where is he?

I have no idea, but you're

really starting to bug me.

Well, as you all know, we've had

a bit of a crisis in our school.

Mr. Walk...

Mr. Walker...

Nonetheless, classes will

continue for the time being.

Now, our next

guest speaker is here.

He is a small-business owner

who is

an award-winning taxidermist.

Everyone, Mr. Greenblatt.

Poor Miss Dawson.

The man she loves is missing,

and even worse, yesterday

he told her to take a hike.

She must be wiggin'.

A deep-tissue massage

at the Peacock Spa

would do her wonders.

Now, if at all possible,

wrap your fish in a wet towel.

- Then...

- Excuse me, Miss Dawson.

Is Lexy Gold here?

Me?

- Ah. Alexandra Gold?

- Am I in trouble for something?

No, no. I was wondering if

I could ask you a few questions.

I'm Detective Potter.

Please sit down.

How do I know you're

really a detective?

Oh.

Now, I understand you write

a gossip column

for the school newspaper?

It's an advice column.

You may have special

knowledge about a relationship

between Mr. Walker

and Miss Dawson. Is that correct?

Oh.

Before I go any further,

I just want to say congratulations

on your article

in yesterday's Daily Examiner.

- It was most impressive.

- Oh, you saw it?

Oh, yes. What a great photo.

Did you take it?

Yes, I did. Thank you.

You know, up until my article

ran, I was the only one

who knew how in love

Mr. Walker and Miss Dawson were.

Well, I told

my best friend Jennifer.

And then yesterday...

- What happened yesterday?

- Well, they broke up.

Actually, he broke up with her.

Miss Dawson was really upset.

- You witnessed this?

- Well, they were arguing,

and she said one of them

would have to leave Millington,

and it wasn't gonna be her.

You know,

she might be a big help.

I'll be in touch

if I have any further questions.

Um, Detective Potter, sir,

has anyone ever told you you'd

look better without the knobs?

Uh... no.

Well, I really think

you should consider it.

Uh, that'll be all, Miss Gold.

Thank you for your time.

The pleasure was mine.

Miss Dawson. I'm Detective Potter.

Please have a seat.

Did you find him?

No, not yet.

So who are you

eavesdropping on this time?

Shh. There's a detective

in there with Miss Dawson.

I have it

from more than one source

that you and Mr. Walker

had romantic ties.

- Is that true?

- Yes, it is.

When'd you last see Mr. Walker?

Um...

- Well, yesterday afternoon.

- Mm-hmm.

Did he seem angry?

Was he upset?

He was perfectly fine.

Really? I learned from one

of your students that you had

an altercation

with Mr. Walker yesterday

and threatened him

if he did not leave this school.

Is that accurate?

Would you mind coming downtown

with me for further questioning?

Think I'd better contact my lawyer.

Oh, no. That detective thinks

that Miss Dawson has something

to do with Mr. Walker's disappearance,

and it's my fault.

Don't flatter yourself. She's the

lead suspect, without your big mouth.

The only thing she is guilty of is

loving him. That's definitely a crime.

Why can't you tell it like it is?

She threatened him. We both heard it.

She didn't. She said this school

wasn't big enough for the two of them.

Besides, she's too petite to murder.

Well, didn't you ever

hear of Lizzie Borden?

I think I've heard of Dizzie Borden.

Look, I don't believe

Miss Dawson killed Mr. Walker.

So who did?

I don't know. Who said he

was murdered? There's no body.

They found his car,

but no Mr. Walker.

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