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was at the airport to meet their pen pals.  We think we may have accidentally got switched during the pandemonium.  Whoever her pen pal was, though, was very much like me.  So we got along.”  Susan was still using her English accent and the lieutenant, of course, was fooled.  “So tell us about yourself,” prodded Susan.
                  “My name is Lieutenant Jeff Arterman—”
                  “Is your first name really lieutenant, Lieutenant?” asked Susan.
                  Taylor flicked Susan in the arm and said, “10-3.”
                  At this, the lieutenant laughed.  “Doesn’t that mean bomb threat ?”
                  The girls looked at him, confused.  “No,” responded Taylor.
                  Now the lieutenant looked confused.  In a slow and thoughtful tone, he said, “That makes a lot of sense,” as if he was recalling an experience.
                  Taylor and Susan shrugged.  “Well, like I was saying,” continued Taylor, “we’re investigating the robberies—the robbery of the large painting, in particularly—and the café murder.  We’re wondering if we could get any useful information on those cases.”
                  The lieutenant’s gaze lingered on Taylor as if judging her character.  Like he was able to tell just by looking.  He finally responded, “What is it to you?”
                  Susan started, “I’m related to—”
                  Taylor was quick to interrupt, “10-3!”  Then to Arterman, “I’m just a concerned citizen.”
                  Speaking quickly, Susan said, “And I’m not a citizen, but I’m concerned.  I’m also keen on reward money.”
                  Arterman pretended to understand.  “So you’re treasure hunters, then?”
                  “We’re hunters.  We’re also treasurers of our personal money.  So you might say we’re treasure hunters.”
                  “She’s just joking,” said Taylor.  “She does that.”  Then, “10-3”
                  Jeff laughed.  “I suppose I could share some information on the cases.  That is, if you are who you say you are.”
                  Susan nearly broke out in laughter, for Jeff still thought she was from England.  “That would be nice,” said Taylor, and they followed Lieutenant Jeff Arterman into the department and into the offices.

Chapter 8
                  The lieutenant’s office was small with tall windows framing the door and a large window on the back wall.  His desk was clean and organized, as if he didn’t do much work on it.  When they walked in, Taylor noticed the light was on, all the pencils in the cup on the desk were sharpened, and the calendar on the wall was practically clean of appointments.  There was a dead plant in one corner of the office next to a bottle of bug killer, respectively.  An overhead fan spun lazily.
                  Taylor and Susan pulled up two chairs in front of the lieutenant’s desk as he took a seat in his high-backed leather chair, rolled out his keyboard, and turned on his computer.
                  “Are people supposed to be in your office?” asked Taylor.  “Like, when you’re gone?”
                  “No, why?”
                  “Because someone was.”
                  The lieutenant squinted at Taylor and Susan as if to say, “How do you know?”
                  Susan already knew what Taylor was thinking so she explained, “The light and fan were on when we came in.  You didn’t notice?”  Her English accent made the summation sound funny.
                  Jeff’s eyes discreetly darted about.  “Oh, yeah.  I noticed…”
                  Taylor just shrugged again.  “Well, Mr.