Weâll find your cat, Jessie. Heâs going to be all right.â
âThanks, Mom,â I said, because she looked asmiserable as I felt. I couldnât bring myself to tell her about the can of tunaâthe clue that Pepper was never coming back.
When Mark came by to walk with me to school, he didnât mention Pepper, and I was glad. I guess we both knew the tears might start again.
But Mark told Lori, who gave me a quick hug. âRemember when Pepper was stuck in somebodyâs toolshed?â she asked. âI bet heâll come home sometime today.â
âI hope so,â I said. I had to keep the knowledge about the tuna can to myself.
Scott seemed upset by the news. He tried to hide his feelings, but I could see them, and they puzzled me. âIâm sorry, Jess,â he told me, but it wasnât sorrow I saw in his eyes before he looked away. For an instant I thought it was fear.
I managed to get through most of the day by deliberately banishing Pepper from my thoughts and concentrating hard on what was going on in each class. The only bright spot was that when I tacked up my volunteer chart in social problems class, a lot of the kids signed up.
In journalism class Mr. Clark first handed back the papers and then went over the headlines we had written. Iâd been given a B plus, and heâd written a note to tell me my third headline was âright on the button.â That should have made me feel great, but my brain felt like a big, blank hole. I couldnât feel a thing.
I automatically took notes as Mr. Clark continued with his list of places where we could find public information about people.
It was boring until Robin asked, âDoes anyone
really
use all this stuff to find out about people?â
âThey do, or I wouldnât be giving it to you,â Mr. Clark answered.
âYeah, well, like, I mean not just for a test, but for real?â
Mr. Clark screwed up his forehead and rubbed his nose. I figured he was trying to keep his patience. Finally he said, âJournalists use these sources to gain information, Robin. So do private investigators.â
âPrivate eyes?â Robin said. âCool!â
âHow about computer checks?â Eric asked. âIsnât it about time to go over all the things we can find out through computers?â
âWeâll touch on information we can get through computers,â Mr. Clark said, but then he returned to the point that Robin had asked about. âDo you understand the importance of being able to discover information about anyone in order to write an accurate, factual story?â
Robin nodded.
âIâm going to make this an extra-credit assignment,â he said. âFor your own interest, those of you who want to can pick a well-known person and try some of these sources. See what you can come up with.â
Mr. Clark went onâbut without me this time, because my mind was shooting off ideas like firecrackers.
Okay, Scott Alexander
, I thought,
Iâm going to see exactly how much I can find out about
you
!
* * *
A FTER SCHOOL I hung around, talking to some of the kids, until I saw Lori leave with Scott. They were heading for Loriâs house. That gave me the chance to follow Mr. Clarkâs list from the beginning. First Iâd talk to Scottâs aunt or to their neighbors. I headed toward the Heritage Place Apartments on Dale Street.
The building was a huge, brick-veneered complex that sprawled over an entire block. I opened one of the double doors that led into a small lobby, which was decorated in a muddy brown and yellow beige, and knocked on the door labeled Manager.
An orange-haired woman opened the door. âYeah?â she asked, without really looking at me, and took a long swallow from a can of diet soda.
âI came to see a friend of mine, but I donât know the apartment number,â I said.
âWhatâs the name?â
âHis name
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