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    â€œRemember last Halloween when we went to the Haunted House at the high-school?”
    â€œI was in seventh grade then. I’m in eighth now,” Lacey said, sitting up straight in the swing and dropping her book on the porch.
    â€œWe don’t need any wimps on our detective squad,” Sarah grumbled.
    â€œI’m not a wimp.”
    â€œRiiiight,” Sarah said, arching her eyebrows.
    â€œI’m not. Besides, I know someone whose dad works in the police department.”
    â€œSo what?”
    â€œHe could help us.”
    â€œThe only way he could help us is if his dad’s involved with the investigation.”
    â€œHe will be. You see, his dad is the chief of police,” Lacey sat up straight as a wide grin spread across her face.
    Sarah saw the triumph flash in her sister’s eyes. “Awesome,” she said, with a rueful smile. “Give him a call, and set something up.”
    â€œAll-righty then,” Lacey flashed another jubilant grin and bounced into the house.
    Sarah pushed on the porch with her feet, sending the swing swaying. The cool breeze from the swing’s movement felt good on her skin. Her mind drifted back to the scene the girls had stumbled on this morning. Who would want to murder the Cat Lady? She pondered. There must be some clue at her house. I’ll find it tonight. She shuddered as the image of the spooky house invaded her mind.

Chapter Four
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    The coast looks clear, Sarah thought to herself as she peered into the darkness. With one last glance at her slumbering sister, she crawled through her window, propping it open before leaping to the ground below. Crouching motionless, she listened for any noise that didn’t belong. Hearing only crickets and katydids playing their nightly music, she was satisfied everything was normal. She made her way to the willow tree.
    It was the perfect night to sneak out. Humidity hung in the air and Sarah could almost feel the moisture on her skin. The full moon illuminated the night sky and reminded her of a huge glow-in-the-dark Frisbee shining high from outer space, burning so bright, Sarah didn’t need a flashlight. She kept to the shadows as she made her way to the creek.
    The shrill yapping of a dog made Sarah jump. He seemed close, so she dove into a thicket by the side of the road. Seconds later, she heard the dog’s snuffling as it trotted by sniffing the ground, his dog tags jingling. Sarah’s heart pounded against her ribcage as she waited, listening for the running footsteps of the dog’s owner. When the night activity and her heart settled down, she continued her journey.
    Sarah sighed with relief when she reached the path leading to their meeting place. I made it. She quickened her pace hoping Jackie was already there. The willow tree stood like a beacon calling her home. The moon glimmered in the sky casting a magical glow around the hardwood. All of a sudden, Sarah saw a glimmer of light and her heart lurched in her chest. She stopped.
    Searching the darkness, another flash of light caught her attention, and then another. Sarah couldn’t figure out what she was witnessing. She spied another burst of light. It disappeared as quickly as it had illuminated. Standing still and watching, she noticed these tiny bursts of light everywhere. One flashed right in front of her face and she saw it was a bug, fireflies . Realizing she had never actually seen one, Sarah watched for a few minutes as at least fifty of them lit up the night. They have their own secret signal. I wonder what they’re saying to each other . Watching for a few more minutes, she drank in the magical glow of the moon and the tiny bursts of light. No longer afraid, she ran the rest of the way to the tree.
    â€œWhoo! Whoo!” Sarah cooed.
    â€œWhoo! Whoo!” Jackie responded.
    The pliable branches swallowed Sarah as she slipped through them toward the sound of Jackie’s voice.
    â€œYou