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Double Trouble

by Noah W., age 11

Written during Gumshoes on the Mean Streets, taught by 826NYC

March 2009

Do you dare to read?

It's a cloudy day at 12:00 on the dot, when I get a call. It is Lieutenant Jones on the phone.

"Dark Eye, the mayor has been shot. But not to worry--it was a decoy!" His voice is eager with fear. I have been working with this Gee for some time now.

"Maybe we should go up to the building and check out the scene of the crime," says Lieutenant Jones.

"I was thinking that we should, also, because we might find some clues over there."

So I put on my coat to check the scene of the crime. I run down the stairs because Lieutenant wants me there fast.

I am surprised that it is raining in New York because it said that it was supposed to be sunny!!

When I get to the scene of the crime, Lieutenant says, "Where were you all this time?"

When I go to the top of the building I find an I.D. card on the floor next to a cell phone. The I.D. says Louis Newport, a hit man for the biggest mob in Manhattan.

I have arrested too many people from the mob, and they all went to the big house. But this one has been tricky...

I pick up the cell phone and I see a call from Mrs. Dover, the mayor's wife!!

I call her phone and she picks up. "Hello, Louis, we're at the S.H.O. and I got the real mayor too."

The S.H.O. has been around since my father was a detective. I've hated this place for some time now. It means that is the Secret Hostage Organization. One of my teammates was captured by them. The group that I run is the S.S.O. -- Secret Service Organization.

"It's me, Dark Eye from S.S.O. We will find you and we will get you," I say.

"Good luck Dark Eye, good luck!"

I hang up the phone.

I think that I should get Jones to bring in the bulls to get this woman, Mrs. Dover.

My stomach starts to rumble. I am in the mood for a sloppy Joe and a mango smoothie. I go to my favorite spot Jack's Burger Spot.

It's an old style shop that's been around since I was a kid. The waiter, Bill, comes and looks suspicious. He knows what I want. I have a drink of mango smoothie but I feel different. It feels like something is wrong with my mouth. My vision becomes blurry and I start to hear things. Then I see Mrs. Dover scatter across the room.

When I wake up I'm sitting next to the mayor Mr. Dover. I'm in a room full with boxes, guns, and bombs. That's when I see the hitman Louis Newport, pacing his steps. Fortunately, I have a knife in my shoe. A body guard is watching me with all eyes.

I realize I've been given a mickey by Mrs. Dover, the mayor's wife. I whisper to Mr. Dover, "There's a knife in my left shoe to untie us."

I untie myself and Mr. Dover, when Mrs. Dover comes back. She gives me a glare that gives me goosebumps. She doesn't know that we have untied ourselves.

I take out my cuffs and say, "You are under arrest."

She starts to scream but it's too late and the cuffs are on her and the cops come to back me up.

"Why did you do it, ringer?"

"I did it because I am a double agent for the S.H.O. They want him dead because he has money."

All I hear is the door slam behind me. It's the mayor.

"Get in the car, Mrs. Dover," says Lieutenant Jones outside. The cop car drives off with the gang.

I turn to Jones and say, "Trust your friends, not your ringers."