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    “That’s what Katie Shaw’s going to look like when I’ve finished with her!” Kenny joked, nodding at the skeleton as she switched the computer on.
    “What shall we put in the email?” Rosie asked.
    “We’ll just say that we couldn’t help being late, and we really want to arrange another meeting,” Frankie said.
    “What’s the matter, Kenny?” Fliss wanted to know. Kenny had logged on to our site, and was staring at the messages section.
    “We’ve got a new message from Katie Shaw!” she said, looking puzzled.
    “What?” I frowned. “That was quick, seeing as we’ve only just got back from the park ourselves.”
    “Maybe she sent it
before
she left for the park this morning,” Rosie suggested.
    “Quick, open it up, Kenny, and have a look,” Frankie urged her. “The email will have the time it was sent on it.”
    Kenny clicked on the email.
    “It was sent at ten-fifteen this morning,” she told us, pointing at the time and the date.
    “But we were in the park until ten past ten, and so were the others,” Frankie pointed out. “How could
any
of them have got back in time to send this email at ten-fifteen?”
    “Emma Hughes lives quite close to the park,” Kenny said doubtfully. “But I dunno if she’d have had time to get home, put the computer on and send an email, all in five minutes.”
    “What about Ryan and Danny?” Rosie asked.
    “Ryan lives in Stamford Close,” Fliss piped up, then blushed as we all turned to look at her. “I just happen to remember that,” she said hastily.
    “And Danny lives near me,” I said. “I don’t know where Catherine Shaw lives.”
    Frankie was staring at the screen, her eyes almost popping out of her head. “Have you read the email?” she asked.
    You weren’t on time this morning, so the price goes up again. How if s DOUBLED! If you want the disk back, if s going to cost you twenty-two pounds, and if you don’t pay up, I’ll give the disk back to Tom Collins, and tell him EXACTLY how you lost it!
    We were all fuming, especially Kenny.
    “I’m totally fed up with this!” she yelled.
    “Let’s just write back and tell her to get lost,” Rosie suggested. “After all, Tom’s doing a new poster, and we don’t need all this hassle.”
    “Yeah, but then we won’t find out who itis,” Frankie pointed out. “Not unless we arrange another meeting.”
    “But what if Katie Shaw goes and tells Tom what happened?” I said anxiously. “I’m going to be in doom forever. And my parents are going to kill me – if Tom doesn’t first!”
    “I think we should stick to our original plan,” Fliss said. “I think we should go along and pretend to leave the money, and then find out who it is.”
    “I’m with Rosie,” Kenny grumbled. “Even if we try and catch her, how do we know it’ll work? She might be so mad that we’ve left fake money, she’ll just go and tell Tom anyway.”
    “Maybe I should just confess to Tom right now,” I said. “Then we
can
tell Katie Shaw to get lost.”
    We just didn’t know
what
to do. There were so many things to think about, our heads were spinning.
    “Look, don’t reply to that email yet, Kenny,” Frankie said. “Not until we’ve decided what we’re going to do.”
    “OK,” Kenny replied, switching the computer off. “Let’s go up to my room, and we can talk about it.”
    We all trailed gloomily out of the study, and up the stairs. Molly the Monster was at her friend’s so we had the room to ourselves.
    “I’m sick of Molly’s mess,” Kenny said, picking a huge heap of clothes off the floor, and dumping them on Molly’s bed. “Honestly, if it wasn’t for her, this room would be really tidy.”
    “Oh, yeah?” Frankie raised her eyebrows as she stepped over a pair of Kenny’s trainers lying in the middle of the floor on top of a pair of jeans.
    “So what are we going to do?” I asked. “About Katie Shaw?”
    “We either tell her to get lost or we try and catch her,”