back and check anytime, âcause we get new ones in on a dailyââ
âExcuse us. Mr. Burl T. Gibbs?â
Two men in black were suddenly standing right next to Lexi at the window. They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She almost
plotzed
.
âIâm Burl Gibbs. How can I help you gentlemen?â
Holding her breath, Lexi could see the guy nearest her quickly flash an ID card at Mr. Gibbs, then slip it back into his suit jacketâjust like they did on
The Streets of New York
.
âFBI,â the man said flatly. âWe have a few questions for you, if you have a minute.â
And Lexi could breathe again. Sort of. At least they were on the right side of the law.
âCertainly. Come in, come in.â Mr. Gibbs opened the door next to the service window and let the two men into the room. âWe were just finishing up, right, kids?â
âUh, right,â Kim Ling said when nothing came out of Lexi or Kevin. âThanks.â
The door closed but the service window was still open. As usual, Lexi and Kevin followed Kim Lingâs lead and as nonchalantly as possible plastered themselves against the wall, hanging on every word coming from inside the Lost and Found Department.
FBI: We understand you were friends with a former Grand Central employee. Benjamin Deets? That name ring a bell?
GIBBS: A number of years ago. Not friends exactlyâmore like workplace buddies. Weâd share a cup of coffee every now and again. Nice enough guy. Used to work in security, if memory serves, but we never stayed in touch. Why? Has he been accused of something?
FBI: Weâre just doing a routine background check, sir. We have reason to believe he may be connected with the Cleopatra jewel heist thatâs in all the news.
GIBBS: Oh, sure, Iâm familiar! My, my, ainât that something? So, are you saying Ben is a suspect?
FBI: Thatâs not what weâre saying exactly â¦
The shutters of the window closed with a bang and Lexi, Kevin, and Kim Ling bolted. They scurried throughthe marble halls, faster than if they were running on hot coals. The bustling dining concourse with gobs of people standing in tangled lines slowed them down and somehow they got trapped in a mass of hotdog-munching tourists.
âBenjamin Deets,â Kim Ling mumbled to herself, scribbling away on a small spiral notebook she had fished out of her backpack. âSuspicious Grand Central employee!â
â
Former
employee,â Kevin said with a raised finger.
âAh, right. In security, no less, which makes total sense. I mean, if anyoneâs gonna know the ins and outs of an abandoned train stationââ
âItâd be him,â Kevin finished. âI wonder if the jewels are already buried under the tracks.â
âThereâs only one way to find outââ
âWait for the story on the news like everyone else,â Lexi said, giving Kim Ling one of those
looks that kill
that people talk about. Didnât she realize Kevin was already getting way too involved for his own good? Lexi grabbed his arm and broke free from the tourist trap and Kim Ling. âNow, letâs return to the real world and get our butts back to camp.â
âSpeaking of whichââ Kim Ling was instantly in her face, rapidly clicking the top of her pen with her thumb. âWhat do you say we skip it entirely for today and do a little private investigating ourselves instead? I mean, missing one day at Camp Loser is no big dealâand weâre already here, so â¦â
âUgh,â Lexi groaned, âI knew youâd try and pull something.â
âNobody has to know.â
And I knew those four words would come back to haunt me!
âListen, Lexi, we donât know how much the FBI knows at this point, but this much I knowâif they
do
know something, securityâs only gonna get ten times worse, ten times