With weapons being discussed, Danielle quickly excused herself, and left the theater.
Driving back to school, Samekhel turned the situation over in his thoughts. It's certainly nice to have formal permission to investigate, for whatever it's worth, but do I really want to have them get in my way while checking things out? They're a lot harder to explain, and I honestly doubt I need them, he thought while keeping an eye on traffic.
I could just neglect to inform them, and investigate alone the first time? No, there's no point in elaborate deceit when they haven't proven themselves incompetent or unreliable. They'll probably be much more useful to me than I am to them. I guess I'll see how much progress is made as a team player.
Pulling into a parking spot, Danielle pulled out her cellphone and started scrolling through her address book, before dialing. After being directed to voice-mail, Danielle put on a cheerful voice. "Detective McArthur? This is Danielle Blackwell, and I'm writing an article for the school paper on that horrible incident this morning at the church, and I was hoping you could help me out? I'd really appreciate a list of the victims and witnesses, in particular. If the police don't release the names to the public by the paper's publishing date, I promise I won't reference a single name on the list! Oh, and one other thing; I'd really like to look at the scene to help write the article, could you arrange a time soon where I could see it? And you don't even have to spare a police guard for it, I promise I'll be a good girl and bring a chaperon to keep me safe and out of trouble. I really appreciate the help!" Danielle then left her number at the end of the message requesting him to call when he can, then cuts the connection.
((I reserve this space to write a conversation between Danielle and Serena later, but I want to get the important half of the post up now.))
Danielle then worked out a text message to her best friend, Serena. While she was plenty aware Serena wouldn't get this immediately, the school rules being as strict as they were, time was not ultimately pressing.
'hang out w me l8r 2day? havnt shopd 2geder in a wile. -Dani'
Having sent the message, Danielle turned her phone off, got out of her car, straightened her uniform, and went to join class.
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