Get a Clue Page #4

I'm sure that was

Mr. Walker's coat.

How many of those hideous green frocks

could there be in one city?

Yeah, at the beginning

of the school year,

I came here to pick up Mr. Walker's

old computer. He was giving it to me.

That's it right there.

I'll call you later.

- Oh, my gosh. Look!

- It's Miss Stern.

I'm surprised she

doesn't have a nosebleed

from being south of 14th Street.

- Funny, you don't have a nosebleed.

- Ha-ha.

What's Miss Stern

doing at Mr. Walker's?

Wait a minute. I did see them

having a weird conversation

the day before he disappeared.

- Yeah?

- Well, that's sort of suspicious.

Suspicious of what?

I don't know.

I'm just pointing it out.

Let's, uh, check out Mr. Walker's.

Should we go in?

Well, we, uh, came all

the way over here, didn't we?

It's as if he were just here.

You know, I really like

this sleuthing thing.

I think I could be pretty good at it.

Uh, okay, I'm scared. Let's go.

Whoa, we just got here.

Let's look around a bit.

Right.

Look at this. "N.P."

I wonder what that stands for.

Gabe, look! Gabe.

Who is that?

Mr. Goldblum?

Detective Meany.

And you two are

on private property.

Do you realize

that's against the law?

- No. No, sir.

- No, we didn't. Of course not.

It is. Now who are you,

and what are you doing here?

I'm Lexy Gold

and this is Jack Downey.

We're students of Mr. Walker's.

Is he alive, sir?

That's... police business,

but if you know anything

about his disappearance,

I suggest you tell me now.

Oh, w-we don't...

we don't know anything, sir.

Are you absolutely

positive about that?

Of course we're

absolutely positive about that.

Hmm.

Do you have the time?

Yeah, it's, uh...

It's half past 3:00.

How long have you been doing

this? You know, police work?

Did you say it's half past 3:00?

'Cause we're late for dinner.

It's a little early

for dinner, isn't it, Jack?

Well, did you know that it's better

to eat big meals early in the day?

- It's good for your digestive system.

- No. I didn't know that.

So, uh, we gotta get

all the way across town...

Uh, so, we-we got to go.

Well, I guess we'll be

seeing you, detective.

Right. Uh, so, we-we

gotta go. Uh, goodbye.

Have you completely lost your mind?

I've never seen this side of

you. You're scared, aren't you?

I'm not scared. I didn't wanna upset

the detective. He seemed kinda strange.

- That's because he was not a detective.

- What? And you know this because?

Because a New York detective

could never afford

a platinum watch, a Pumoni suit

and alligator boots.

Huh? A private detective

can have wealthy clients

and tons of money,

especially in New York.

Maybe, maybe not.

Besides, how can you tell

a Pumoni suit from across the room?

Trust me, I can spot

a knockoff from a mile away.

And that was the real thing.

Same with the watch. The best.

Platinum band, 18-carat accents

and mother-of-pearl dials

that allow you to check

any two time zones simultaneously.

It's the ultimate in chic. Just call it

my New York sensibility hard at work.

Wow, who'd of thought that your

insane obsession with material objects

- would come in handy?

- I'll take that as a compliment.

Hey, do you think that

Miss Stern and this Meany guy

are in on something together?

I don't know, but let's

run a check on him.

Good idea. We'll go back to my house.

Nah, we're going to my place.

It's right here.

You live in Brooklyn?

Why didn't you say so?

No one ever asked. Everyone

assumes if you go to Millington,

you have a doorman and

a summer house and all that.

We don't.

I'm at Millington on a scholarship.

Really?

Hi, Mrs. Jenrette.

- Hi, Jack.

- Yeah, really.

Look, Brooklyn's not fancy

like the Upper East Side, okay?

I like it here. Everybody's cool.

I bet you don't know

your neighbors, right?

We don't have neighbors,

we own the whole floor.

But I did meet the people below us

when I overflowed the bathtub once.

Right. Overflowed

the bathtub. Come on.

Hey, Ma, I'm home!

Hello.

What's your mom doing home

in the middle of the day?

She's an emergency-room nurse.

She works the night shift.

She's got the days off.

Really?

Something smells amazing.

Yeah, she's a great cook.

- She cooks?

- Yeah. Come on.

- Hello.

- Hi, Ma.

Uh, this is my friend

Lexy from school.

Hello, Lexy.

Nice to meet you.

You, too, Mrs. Downey.

I'm running behind.

Would you do the dishes later?

Yeah, sure, Ma.

Would you like a lemon square?

Mmm.

- This is delicious.

- Thank you.

So, what are

you two working on?

- Uh, it's just a...

- School project.

A school project. Right.

So we'll be upstairs.

Oh, all right.

- Okay.

- Nice to meet you, Lexy.

You, too.

That's my brother.

- You have a brother?

- Yeah, that's Todd.

- Does he live here?

- Nah.

- Where is he?

- He's in the navy.

Oh, really?

Yeah. He's, uh,

stationed in Hawaii.

It's so wonderful there.

The Grand Makiki is to die for.

I had the best facial ever,

last time I was there.

What's your favorite island?

I wouldn't know.

I've never been to Hawaii.

Oh.

Todd and I used to share

this room before he went away.

- You must miss him.

- Yeah, I do.

So where's your dad?

Well, he-he died

a couple years ago.

Oh, my gosh.

I'm so sorry, Jack.

No, it's okay. Well,

he was sick for a long time,

but we took

good care of him.

Must've been really hard.

It, uh... It was really okay.

I loved my dad.

Yeah, uh, let's

check out Meany, huh?

Here.

So, what are all

these trophies for?

I like to bowl.

I hear that you have to wear shoes

that other people have worn.

Real bowlers have their own shoes.

I'm not sure, but I think they have

their own socks and underwear too.

But that's the really good bowlers.

Is this the computer

that Mr. Walker gave you?

- Mm-hmm.

- I can see why. It's ancient.

It looks like there's

a Charles Meany licensed

as a New York State

private detective.

Well, there could be

more than one Charles Meany,

or he could be lying.

Or this could be

the Charles Meany we met today.

It could be.

- That's not possible.

- What's not possible?

I have an e-mail.

Oh, yes, that is a surprise,

but you must have some friends.

Who's it from?

It's from Mr. Walker.

What? Wait a minute.

Hold on. What is that?

It's a letter of

recommendation he promised

for my Millington

scholarship renewal.

This is so weird. The letter

was dated four days ago,

but it wasn't sent until yesterday.

How does

a dead man send e-mail?

- Lexy, I just thought of something.

- What?

- Well, this was Mr. Walker's computer.

- Yeah.

Look at this.

"Nicholas Petrossian. " N.P.

The initials on the briefcase

at Mr. Walker's house.

Lexy's paging us to meet her

back at her place.

And watching Miss Dawson

was getting so good.

Okay, I'd better leave the camera

running so we can check it out later.

Let's see if anything happens.

Whoa, so Mr. Walker's real

name is Nicholas Petrossian?

Well, you can't blame him

for changing a name like that.

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