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head. “I have no idea.”Then he looked at me. “But I'm afraid it can't be the truth.”
    The minute they were out of the room, I zoomed over to my computer and clicked on my in-box.
    I opened the e-mail Sarge had sent me.
    It was short.
    To the point.
    Shredderman: Please call the CVPD. We need to talk ASAP.
    Talk
to him? I couldn't do that! There was no way I could disguise my voice enough! What was I going to do?
    I was lost in thought, running through some crazy ideas, when Mom called, “Nolan! Nolan, come quick!”
    I ran into the living room where she was looking out the window, her hand held up to her mouth.
    “What, Mom?”
    She just pointed across the street to the school.
    My jaw dropped.
    My eyes popped.
    Police cars were blocking the teachers' parking lot! Their blue lights were flashing like crazy! I tore down to my room and got my backpack. I pulled out my binoculars and looked at the parking lot. There were kids all over the place!
    And teachers!
    And… Oh, no! There was Chatty Adams and her camera crew!
    Then I spotted Sergeant Klubb putting someone in the backseat of his police car!

    My heart sank.
    They were arresting Mr. Green!

Chapter 12
No Time for TV
    “Why are they arresting Mr. Green?”I cried.
    “Calm down, Nolan,”my mom said. “We don't know that he's being arrested. Maybe they just… maybe they just want to ask him some questions.”“Like
what
?”
    She shook her head but didn't answer. Instead, she said, “I'd better call your father.”I stayed glued to the window. Chatty Adams was chasing after Sarge, sticking her microphone in his face. She even tried to block his way into the police car!

    Finally Sarge managed to get past her. He dove into the car and drove away.
    I left the window and ran to Mom's desk, where she was punching buttons on the phone. “He's not answering at work yet,”she muttered. “I sure hope he turned on his cell phone.”She finished dialing and waited while it rang. “Steven? Oh, thank heavens. They just took Elmo off in a police car… Uh-huh… Uh-huh… No, no hand-cuffs… I don't know!”She listened for a minute, then said, “Well, call us the minute you find something out, okay?”

    I ran down to my room.
    Mom ran after me. “Nolan! What are you doing?”
    I was sitting at my computer, typing like mad.
    “Nolan, stop!”
    “Mom, I have to help Mr. Green!”
    “Stop!”She read the message I was writing Sarge:
    Elmo Green is not Shredderman!
    Let him go.
    She knelt beside me and said, “Nolan, honey, stop. Stop and take a deep breath. You've got to stop shooting from the hip. Take the time to think this through.”
    “But they arrested Mr. Green! They think he's Shredderman!”
    “Has Shredderman done anything that would get him arrested?”
    “No!”I stared at her. “At least I don't think so…”
    “So you see? That almost certainly is
not
what's happening to Mr. Green.”
    “But—”
    “Let's wait and see, okay? And when we find out more, we'll go from there.”
    Just then the phone rang. Mom stood up and raced to get it, saying, “That's probably your dad now.”
    I followed her and listened as she listened and talked. “…Well, maybe he was just too busy… You sure?… Okay, I will. Bye!”
    “That was Dad, right? What's going on?”
    Mom headed for the living room, saying, “Sarge wouldn't tell him anything. Your father said he seemed miffed at him.”She clicked on the TV. “He's on his way over to the police station now to try to figure out what's going on.”
    “You think there's something on the news?”
    “Dad thinks we should check.”She thumbed the remote until she found Chatty Adams's station.
    “Mom? Shouldn't we be doing something? You know, about Mr. Green?”
    “Mr. Green will be fine, Nolan. He hasn't done anything wrong.”
    “Do you think… do you think he'll tell?”
    She looked at me. “Who Shredderman is?”
    I nodded.
    Very slowly, she shook her head. “No, I don't think he will.”
    I