So, instead, I shall give THIS sneaky-peeky!
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“Still want to find out some things about Mr. Mendez.” He didn’t even have to ask the question. “We’re going to have to go through your father’s papers. We need to see what he’s been doing.”
“You mean like trespass?”
“Addie!” he hissed. “I don’t know if you realize this, but you’re in your own home.”
“Yes, but his office is like his private dominion.”
“And we’re going to have to take a look at his private dominion if you want to find anything out about this Mendez bloke.” But still I hesitated at the door. “I never took you to be a coward.”
“I’m not a coward!” I pushed him aside and pushed open my father’s office door. Too late, I realized that I had played right into his hands. My temper flared even more, but I shoved it down as I went over to my father’s desk. I should get a medal for self-control.
“So what is it we’re looking for?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered as I looked down at my father’s desk. I was surprised to see it so cluttered. I had always taken him to be a very neat man. I felt an unexpected tug of sadness. I really knew so little about him. “This was your idea.”
“Have you really done no investigating?”
“I fight crimes. I don’t attempt to solve them.”
“And you’re supposed to be everybody’s hero . . .” Not anymore though . . . I tried to ignore the pain that was pressing on all sides of my body. The greatest hero had fallen. “Look for a letter or a document marked private. See if he had a key. Perhaps there’s a safe in here where your father keeps all of his important documents.”
I highly doubted it. But then again . . . what did I know about my father? I ignored the mess that covered his desk and instead opened up his front drawer. He’s going to find out that I went through his things. I just knew it. Flyboy was already riffling through all of the papers that were sprawled across the desk. Apparently, he had no qualms with going through other people’s stuff.
“Stop hesitating, you certainly didn’t have a problem trying to get into my drawers,” he said. His phrasing made me blush slightly, even though I realized he was talking about the night I tried to break into his own desk. I looked down at the drawer I had opened. It was full of letters. I had hit the jackpot.
I quickly glanced at the return addresses on a few of them. My grandmother. My dad’s best friend from college, Larry. My uncle Thomas who had yet to grow up . . . currently I believed he was in
I dropped all of the other letters in my hand and pulled the letter out of the already ripped envelope. “Find something interesting?” Flyboy asked as he laid the pages he was perusing aside.
I ignored him, focusing on the letter.
Dear Charles,
Thank you for writing about your concerns for Adaline. You are correct in assuming that I have been maintaining contact with her since the move. This adjustment has not been easy on her. After all, The City life is all she has ever known. However, I believe that she is beginning to embrace her life in
Regards,
Bentley
I didn’t know which was more of a shock. The fact that my father actually noticed me enough to care about my well-being to write about it to Bentley or the fact that Bentley would tell my father such outrageous lies.
I knew which one hurt the most.
Wooooo . . . . Chapter Eighteen RULES!!!! lol. Sorry. We're looking at a major story about Volt on the Sunday paper, a sophomore butting into a certain superhero's life, AND a major secret revealed!!!!
Gasp! A major secret revealed! What could it be?? Cannot wait. Yay! I'm this story's biggest fan. :D
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