“Got it,” I said. “I just hope it’ll work.”
“Yeah,” replied Luke.
“Let’s try it.”
We went inside and bought two hats and two t-shirts. We changed in the restroom and came out looking different.
“Hopefully they won’t recognize us,” I said.
We ducked behind people as we saw the class walk in the museum.
“Where did they go?” I heard someone say.
“Probably back to the airport,” someone else said.
“I think so too,” another said.
They all started talking about where we probably were. We sneaked to the place where the Mona Lisa should’ve been. This time we saw a tiny burn mark. It was so small, not even a ant could fit in it.
“We’ve found our first clue Luke,” I said. “A burn mark.”
We looked down and found another clue, a muddy footprint. The print looked small and wet. It looked too small to be an adults print. The class started to come in our direction. I thought we were in trouble again but they went the other direction.
“Phew, that was a close one Luke,” I said relieved that they weren’t coming in our way.
“Hey Luke,” I started. “Let’s follow them.”
“To where?” he asked.
“Wherever they go.”
We were exhausted and wanted to get a drink of water. We were jumping and rushing and doing all sorts of things to not be seen. Once while we were rushing to the restroom to do you know what, one of my classmates turned around almost looking straight at me. I would’ve been in jail at the next hour probably. When I got out, I found a piece of cloth laying on the floor. It was brown and looked like it was ripped off of something. I thought about brown stuff that I’ve seen in the museum.
“Luke,” I said. “What do you think this is?”
His eyes focused closely to the piece of cloth.
“I think it’s part of the detective’s clothes,” he said.
Then, I saw something on it. I flipped it over. There was black paint on the back of the piece of cloth.
“That’s weird. Why’s there paint on here?” I said.
“Yeah, that’s funny,” said Luke.
“Let’s go to the boss’s room.”
We went to the room and looked. There was no one there. We looked everywhere. Nobody was there. Then I turned around to look at the window. It was broken.
“Luke look!” I said tapping him on the shoulder.
We ran over and looked down. Something wasn’t right. The broken glass was outside of the building. We had to get some information.
“Luke I’ll be right back,” I said. “You just look around.”
I ran out and found the nearest worker.
“Do you know when the Mona Lisa was stolen?” I asked.
“Um . . . I think it was on the twenty- first. The security camera says it was around nine-o-clock,” the worker said.
“When does your boss leave?”
“Is there anybody else besides him at that time?”
“Besides him? Um . . . the janitor but no one else.”
I ran to where Luke was and said excitedly, “Luke, there’s two possibilities of who it could be.”
“What?” he said.
“There’s the janitor and the boss.”
“Now, we just have to- wait! The cloth, it’s probably the detective’s. Remember the matches? He must’ve used those to burn the string that was use to hang it up. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I have the burnt string right here.”
He took out a string about four to six inches long. The two sides were burnt.
“Luke, I have one more thing to ask the worker,” I said as I ran out the door.
I found him at the same place.
“Hey, where is the boss?” I asked.
“Oh hi, he said he was going on a trip toChina,” he replied.
Now I knew who stole the Mona Lisa. It had to be the boss.
“Where’s the janitor?” I asked.
“He’s still here,” he said. “Just takin’ a break.”
I ran back as I heard the worker say, “Any time.”
I went in and said, “We’ve got our man Luke.”
He looked at me and smiled.