Part 9
“Did you have to tell the police officer I
had suspicions?” Dewey asked as they walked away from the café.
“I didn’t have to,” Daria
responded. “But I want to cultivate a working relationship with her. It is off
to a good start so far.”
“I suppose. But I won’t say anything until
we’re at your place.”
“I wasn’t going to ask until we were
there.” They continued walking in silence.
Stacy came out of the school building to
where Quinn and the boys were waiting. “Sorry I’m late, Sandi wanted to go
through the latest Waif,” she said nervously.
“She hasn’t been giving you a bad time
about being in the Mystery Club, has she?” Quinn asked.
“Not really,” Stacy murmured.
“Stacy…” Quinn prompted with concern.
“Yes!” Stacy said. “Not in so many words
of course. But in her expressions when I mention it!”
“I’m going to have to talk to her,” Quinn
groused.
Stacy was alarmed. “No! That will make it
worse!” she said while waving her arms.
“Something needs to be done,” Quinn said.
“It’s not right that she’s giving you a hard time.”
Stacy nodded. “Maybe call her out at the
next Fashion Club meeting.”
“Maybe,” Quinn considered. She looked at
the three bored looking boys. “But we better get going.”
“Please!” Jeffy said.
“Oh, sorry!” Stacy said.
Jane looked at the clock. 3:30. Detention
was only half over… She closed her eyes with fatigue. She then started! Ms.
Morris had slammed a ruler on her desk.
“Attention, Lane!” she said. “You will not
sleep in detention!”
Jane grumbled.
Daria and Dewey arrived at the
Morgendorffers. “Would you like a snack before we talk?” Daria asked once they
were in the kitchen.
“Sure,” Dewey said nervously.
Daria opened a couple of cupboards. “Fruit
and biscuits are here, and the chocolate is here.”
“Thanks,” Dewey said as he took a few
biscuits.”
Daria poured a couple of sodas, and then
placed the picture on the table. “So, who is it?” she asked.
Dewey then told Daria his suspicions.
Quinn and her friends soon arrived. Dewey
was still there, watching Sick Sad World on the living room TV. “Dewey?”
Quinn asked.
“I was telling Daria something,” Dewey
responded.
“Oh?”
“You’ll find out tomorrow night.”
“Daria usually tells me if she finds
something,” Quinn said as she and her friends headed to the kitchen.
“Hi, Quinn, Stacy,” Daria said.
“We’ve helped too!” Joey said.
“You have?” Daria asked as she poured more
drinks.
“Yes. We’ve helped Quinn ask people about
the sketches,” Jeffy said.
“Very good, Jeffy,” Daria said.
“Where’s Jane?” Stacy asked.
“Detention,” Daria answered.
“Detention? Why?” Quinn asked.
“Ms. Morris thinks the Mystery Club is a
waste of time and no excuse for Jane being late to Homeroom,” Daria answered.
“She is someone for me to keep an eye on.”
Quinn nodded.
“She’s hard on people who she thinks are
slackers,” Stacy added.
“So, what did Dewey say?” Quinn asked.
“You’ll find out tomorrow night,” Daria
answered. “Suffice it to say, that he gave me the name of someone currently
attending Lawndale High.”
“I understand,” Quinn said. There had been
many times in Highland that Daria had to keep information close to her chest,
as it were.
“Oh no!” Stacy said in slight panic.
“Relax, Stacy, Daria knows what she’s
doing,” Quinn said reassuringly.
“I hope so.”
“But we should discuss what we are doing
tomorrow night,” Daria said.
“Sure, but shouldn’t we wait for Jane to
get here?” Stacy asked.
“Of course,” Daria said. “But first we’ll
talk about what we have done today.”
“Sure,” Dewey said.
Detention finally ended. “You will be on
time tomorrow, Lane!” Ms. Morris stated, her imitation of a drill instructor
impeccable.
“We’ll see!” Jane said.
“Exactly like Summer and Penny!” Ms.
Morris murmured as Jane left the room.
‘I’m not like my sisters,’ Jane thought
yet again as she arrived at the Morgendorffers at close to five.
“Jane?” Quinn asked when she opened the
dor.
“I’m fine. I just don’t like Ms. Morris.”
“Daria told us what happened,” Quinn said
as she let her in.
‘Of course,’ Jane thought.
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