Chapter Five

It's hard not to rush to Ms. Bailey Monday morning and blubber out everything that I have seen. I couldn't have helped myself. Sunday night I had been rotting wondering how the situation with Mr. Menni had turned out, I couldn't have stopped myself from committing to a quick search of 'Beetle Ports - Menni - Smuggling' and I was right! Well, I think I was right... The article was vague to say the least. But I'm pretty sure I'm right!

As I sit at my desk, I can't help but glance at Ms. Bailey. She must know. Surely, she must know. But if she does, she doesn't give anything away.

I slump in my chair. What fun is catching a villain if I don't get to brag about it. The day only lessens in excitement from then on. I make phone calls and fill out paperwork, but I don't get the excitement of being called into Ms. Bailey's office. I travel to the floors below, go get coffee, but I don't get to visit the top floor. By the end of the day, I'm dreary and bored. Tuesday's no better but Wednesday