KELLY AND KRISTY'S FIRST CASE
By Historian
CHAPTER TWO: WHERE THERE ISN'T A WILL...
Kelly rolled to her left and narrowly avoided the blow. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw somthing on O'Malley's desk. She picked it up and threw it without actually seeing what it was. It turned out to be a mug being used as a pen holder. The mug missed, but one of the pens hit the attacker. Surprised and not willing to see if anybody else was coming, the man took a soft leather briefcase and fled.
Kelly Called 911 and only after she was finished did she release Lucinda. "Sorry about making you wait," she said.
"That's all right," Luncinda said. "I want that creep nailed, too!"
"What was he looking for?"
"Probably the will. The drawer it's in, I mean was in, is open and the will is gone."
Naturally, the first response as by a uniformed officer in a patrol car. He was a bit consufed by Kelly. He knew Kristy had a sister, but not that she was a twin. A few minutes later, O'Malley arrived and wanted to know what was going on.
Soon Kristy arrived with her partner, Sergeant Victor Gomez. Gomez was about forty, with a bit a gray hair that looked like white compared with the his mostly black hair. Kristy interviewed Lucinda, but didn't get much useful information other that the intruder was white and had brown hair. "We'll check for prints," Kristy assured Lucinda. "If the match somebody we have a record on, you can check out his mug shots."
"Provided Mister O'Malley agrees," Lucinda said.
"Of course," he said.
Kristy compared notes with Gomez. There wasn't much more they could do there. "Well, there was a blue Pontiac out there earlier that isn't there now," Kelly said.
"That's not much to go on," Kristy said.
"Better than nothing," Gomez said.
Kelly though he was saying that to molify O'Malley. With nothing better to do Kelly went home and awaited Kristy to return.
When Kelly returned home, Kelly didn't even give her twin a chance to get out of the car. "At least let me get inside," Kristy said.
Once inside, Kristy went to the refrigerator and pulled out a can of Coke. Only after taking a sip did she speak: "The prints belong to a guy named Dan Finelli. He has a couple convictions, one for burglary, one for B&E. He also has connections with the Outfit, but we think as a hanger-on. After all, it makes sense to know who its safe to rob. Oh, and he has a blue Pontiac."
"So what's his interest in the will?" Kelly wondered.
"Your guess is a good as mine."
Kirsty also gave Kelly a vague discription of where Finelli lived, but not the actual adress. She got the feeling even that was too mush onfomation.
The next day, Kristy and Gomez had Lucinda look at a police line-up that included Finelli. She positively identified him as her attack and soon the two officers were interogating him. He was confused by Kristy's presence, which worked to her advantage. During the session, a well dressed lawyer appeared and demanded Fineli be released immediately. "When he gives us the information we want, then you can talk with him," Gomez said.
"He'll do no such thing," the lawyer said. "I insist you release him immediately."
"We have him on one could of theft and two of assault," Kristy said. "We think he was hired to steal a will. If he tells is who did so, we'll go easy on him."
"He will say nothing."
"Then you can talk this thing over with a judge," Gomez said.
Finelli eventually made bail, which disturbed Kelly when she heard about it. "I think this bears closer scrutiny," she said.
"What do you plan to do, Play Nancy Drew?"
"I could check his lawyer with the Bar Association. What's his name?"
"Ted McNulty. But I don't see how this could help us."
Kelly set off the next morning. The day was already promsing to be a hot, muggy one. She wore a t-shirt, denim cut-offs, and a White Sox cap. Fortunately, or so she thought, there was only one house in the general area Kristy haddescribed with a blue Pontiac parked in front of it. After about five minutes, Finelli emerged and started the. Kelly set out after him, though for all she knew, he was heading to the local Jewel for beer and pretzels.
Eventually, the car pulled up to some kind of porfessional building. She crept around to the back of the building, though she unsure of what she was doing. She stood close to the back receiving door. Ony too late she heard footsteps and was slammed against the wall, where she felt the barrel of a gun at the back of her head. "Don't turn your head," A man's voice commanded. She was pinned to the wall and was blimdfolded.
After than she was taken into a building. It had to have been the same one because it was a short walk. "Why did you bring her here?" a woman asked.
"Relax," he said, "she hasn't seen anything. Let's tie her too that chair and figure out what to do."
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