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us, giving us drinks and lending us her whistle.”
    At that instant, I suddenly had a light bulb moment. “That’s it!” I yelled.
    â€œWhat, Darryl?” Clandestino looked up and swiped his nose in excitement.
    â€œRecently, Miss Teo, I mean Bluefox, or Genevieve, has been giving drinks to people, for free. So she must have offered Madam Siti a can of Coke!”
    Mundi quickly caught on. “And THAT’S how Miss Teo managed to get Madam Siti’s fingerprints!”
    â€œAnd she must have planted the can of Coke with the fingerprints at the scene of the fire to frame Madam Siti,” Clandestino finished, looking quite pleased with himself that he had contributed in an intelligent way.
    â€œWicked!” Mundi whispered.
    â€œYes, still waters run deep,” I said.
    But there was still something puzzling us.
    â€œWhy did Miss Teo leave her rubber glove there? That’s the silliest thing anyone can ever do!” Janice yelled.
    â€œMaybe she didn’t leave it there on purpose … Maybe she left it…”
    All of a sudden, there was a loud crash! Shards of glass came raining down on us! Three of us could do nothing but cover our faces with our hands.
    â€œOh no! I am going to die!” Mundi cried.
    Clandestino’s jaw dropped and his face took on a grey pallor when he saw that the window had shattered to smithereens. The glass shards were now heaped precariously on the floor like shaved ice on an ice kacang. Except this wasn’t a yummy sight at all.
    â€œPhew, that was a close shave,” I said, looking at my skin. It was a little scratched but notmuch for an 11-year-old guy like me to fuss about.
    â€œWhat happened?”
    Mundi slowly opened his eyes, reluctant to examine the damage done to him. “I feel pain all over, no?” he said, trembling in fear. “I think it poked one of my major veins and I can’t really breathe.”
    â€œCalm down, Mundi, you are perfectly fine,” Clandestino reassured. He had run when he heard the loud crash so he wasn’t hurt at all.
    â€œLook at yourself. You only have a little scratch,” Clandestino said, pointing to a droplet of blood on Mundi’s scratched skin.
    Mundi slowly looked down and breathed deeply. Then he blinked thoughtfully.
    â€œNo?” he smiled.
    Janice was still covering her ears with her hands. Her eyes were shut tight. None of us sustained major injuries. So when we had collected ourselves, we looked around.
    â€œWhat could have caused that?” I asked again. “Look, the music room window has shattered.”
    â€œLook!” Janice pointed.
    A little pebble on the ground. It was wrapped with a piece of paper.
    â€œThat pebble?” Mundi was puzzled. “For that pebble to have caused such a cat … cat… catas… catastrophe, it needed to be thrown at a great speed and by a very, very, very strong person.”
    â€œWho could be faster than me?” Clandestino said defensively. He kicked the pebble and it spiralled up into the air and landed on his palm. He unwrapped the pebble carefully. It was a scrap of exercise book paper.
    When he straightened it out and read the contents, his face turned even paler.
    â€œWhat’s the matter, Clan?” we asked.
    â€œThis is!” He placed the piece of paper on the table and sat down on a chair in distress.
    All three of us rushed to read the crumpled note. Goosebumps surfaced across our napes.
    It read:

    We stood there, scared stiff.

CHAPTER 9: OF ALL PERSONS, YOU?
    Quick!” I yelled. “We need to get to Mr Grosse and Mrs Priya. Someone is after us too!”
    â€œYes!” Mundi agreed. “We… we… we… just got the wrong person in trouble, no?”
    â€œMiss Teo is trying to frame Madam Siti!” Clandestino exclaimed. “And me too!”
    We stood up and trampled over some tiny pieces of glass. It crunched under our shoes like wet