Kiara's Game - Part 6 - The Break-In
by Kiara Reynard
Later that night, I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing.
It was a text message from Zoe.
Hey, has Maya texted you since this afternoon?
Maya never texts me. What’s going on?
You remember that book from earlier today?
Yeah, what about it?
It was stolen from the Fernandez Boticario about an hour ago
Miss Maria was there when it happened
What?! Is she okay?
Yeah, she’s fine
She was in a different room
Still sucks
But honestly, if it’s so valuable, why wasn’t it locked up?
It was—the person who stole it carried it off a 200 lb safe.
Is that even possible?
It’s gone, so I guess so
Shit.
So why are you really telling me?
Well, don’t get mad, but...
??
Maya thinks it might have been the boy who followed us
The one who knew your name
I told you, Zo, I don’t know him
And I told you I believe you
Besides, no 16 year old could walk off carrying 200 lbs
Definitely not without being seen
And not by himself
Exactly
Does Miss Maria think I was involved?
I doubt it
Good
The thing is, I think you can help.
What do you mean?
Play the game.
What?
Kiara’s Game.
Figure out who took the book
Get it back for Miss Maria
That’d be really dangerous, Zo
And I don’t think I care enough
You’re a terrible liar, Sherlock.
I know you care…
Because you can never resist solving a mystery ;)
And because you’re a good person.
Whatever darkness is following you, Ki…
It’s not coming from inside you.
I don’t know about that.
There’s gotta be a reason I don’t fit in anywhere
But you do fit in.
You belong with the rest of us misfits.
I was starting to believe that until today…
And I’ve always wanted to belong
Well here’s your chance
Meet me at the bus stop tomorrow
We’ll head across the lake and figure it out together
I don’t know, Zo
Ki, this is what you do…
You notice things no one else does…you find hidden clues, you solve mysteries..
So solve this mystery with me—help me find Miss Maria’s book.
You be Sherlock Holmes, and I’ll be your Watson.
Unless you’ve just been guessing this whole time?
Maybe I have 😉
Yeah, right.
You know what I think?
What?
I think there’s more to what you do than just seeing things other people don’t.
But I don’t think you even you know why you can do it
Not exactly, anyway
And that’s gotta be scary and confusing
So if you WANT to talk, I’m always here for you, but there’s no pressure to try to explain yourself.
Not to me.
Thanks, Zo. You’re a good friend.
We’re best friends, Ki.
See? You have a best friend who isn’t going anywhere.
The next morning, Zoe and I were circling the Fernandez Boticario looking for clues.
Did Maya say how the thief got into the shop?
Yeah, he broke through the back door.
Is there an alley that runs behind all these bars and shops?
Yeah, let me show you.
What are we looking for?
That--next to the garbage bag.
The mud?
Yeah, there’s a footprint in it made by a Doc Martin.
The same kind the boy who followed us yesterday was wearing.
You remember his shoes?
Honestly…I remember everything lately.
What do you mean, everything?
Everything I see.
Everything I hear, smell.
Everything.
Jeez. Could you always do that?
Nope, it’s been building over the last year.
Still…you know how many people wear Doc’s?
Are you sure this print is from him?
Not like his. His were old as shit, which means the tread was worn.
Just like the footprints here.
See the flat areas at the back of the heel?
Yeah.
Most sixteen-year-olds grow out of their shoes in a year.
But the cute boy has had his shoes a long time.
You mean the creepy boy?
What?
You called the boy that mugged us cute.
Whatever. The point is, he’s had his Doc’s forever.
He made these prints. I know it.
But his tracks stop here, ten feet from the gate.
Maybe he saw it was locked and went back and found another way in.
Yea, but the prints don’t go back toward the street.
And see how much further apart these three prints are? That means he ran the last few steps.
And then what, disappeared?
Looks like it.
What?!
I’m not saying he did. I’m just saying it looks that way.
Yeah, that would be nuts.
Come on. Let’s go inside.
When we walked inside, the first thing I noticed was that Miss Maria was clearly off.
I knew she was upset, but more than that…
She was scared.
Hi Miss Maria. Would it be okay if Kiara and I took a peek in the back room of the shop?
Why? What are you up to?
Nothing. We feel bad about what happened, so we want to help.
It’s just a book, girls. Nothing for you to worry about.
What did the police say?
The police have better things to do than worry about some worthless book.
I thought you said it was valuable?
Only to some.
Certainly not to the police.
Miss Maria, does that book have anything to do with me?
Miss Maria hesitated, casting a sidelong glance at Zoe.
You might as well just say it.
Even if you wait to tell me privately, I’ll just tell Zoe. She’s my friend.
BEST friend.
It does have to do with you, Kiara, in a way.
I don’t understand.
I can’t explain. Not without the book.
And my guess is, whoever took it is dangerous
Then Ki should get the chance to get it back.
To protect herself.
Please. Let us look in the back room.
Miss Maria sighed and led us to the back room.
Everything about the place was old and decrepit…
Except the back door.
It was brand-new.
They ripped the entire door off?
Yes. I had to replace the whole thing this morning.
You didn’t hear it being ripped off the hinges?
I was out front on the register.
This is so strange.
How could someone have gotten in here? What do you think, Ki?
The truth is, I knew from the second I entered the room…
That the creepy boy had been here
But I didn’t want to say it without proof.
Okay, girls, I need to get back to the shop.
Sorry to have bothered you.
It’s no bother, Zoe.
Come by any time. You too, Kiara.
Thanks Miss Maria.
Zoe and I turned to leave, but just as I was walking out the door,
Miss Maria grabbed my hand. She leaned close and whispered in my ear.
DON’T go looking for that book.
Please. More than a few people have died for it.
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