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jumpsuits, they are the ugliest things I’ve ever seen. Orange is definitely not my color,” Jackie grimaced.
    Sarah made a face at Jackie and nudged Lacey, whispering, “We didn’t do anything. Remember CSI? The evidence tells the story.”
    â€œWhat are you, a detective?” Jackie asked.
    â€œShut up.”
    â€œDon’t worry. We’ll get that CSI guy to help us,” Jackie said.
    Sarah gave Jackie one of her ‘are you brain dead’ looks. “That CSI guy you’re talking about is a fictitious character on a TV show.” She cocked her head and nudged Lacey. “No one is going to jail. We didn’t do anything.”
    Lacey nodded and sniffed. “Okay.”
    â€œInside,” Klonsky said as he opened his door. When he rose out of the car, it seemed to sigh in relief. Opening the back door for the girls, he towered over them as they struggled to climb out. His sheer bulk blocked out the sun.
    â€œI’ll take the cuffs off when we get inside.”
    Sarah stared at the building housing the police department of Harrisburg. It was a two-story, red brick building with large, white-paned windows. The panes on the windows reminded Sarah of bars on a cell door. She shivered at the thought of going inside.
    Once inside the station, a separate officer was assigned to each girl. The officer in charge of Sarah led her to a separate interrogation room, removed her cuffs, and left her alone.
    Sarah slouched in a folding chair, waiting for her aunt and uncle to arrive. The air conditioning had turned the room into a deep freeze, and the chair felt cold against her legs. She shivered. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and she rubbed them while she stared at the gray walls.
    The walls in the tiny room closed in on her, and she suddenly had trouble breathing. Looking at the big mirror placed in the middle of the wall, she studied her reflection. She noticed her pale face and her shock filled eyes. Her lips were slightly parted as she took shallow breaths. Focusing on her image, she took some deeper breaths, easing her panicky feelings.
    â€œThis is just great,” she said to her reflection. “Just when summer vacation was starting to get fun.”
    Sarah shifted her weight, and her mind wandered. Why would anyone want to murder the Cat Lady? Crossing her legs, she drummed her fingers on the table as she thought about the old woman. It doesn’t make any sense. She didn’t have any friends, except for the cats, and she never left home.
    Just then the door opened, and Sarah’s uncle walked in. All thoughts of the Cat Lady flew from her mind. Sarah noticed Uncle Walt’s wispy hair was standing on end. Whenever he got stressed he tugged at what was left of his hair. It always ended up sticking straight up. He resembled a balding Einstein.
    Uncle Walt was a highly intelligent, congenial man who had a hard time remembering why he was sent to the grocery store. He would often call Aunt June after he had gotten there to ask what was needed. Sarah snickered at the thought and decided he appeared to be more of an absentminded Einstein.
    Sighing to release some of the tension in her body, Sarah realized she was glad her parents weren’t here. Dealing with her uncle would be much easier. “Hey, Uncle Walt.”
    â€œHi, honey. What is going on here?” he asked, concern etched on his face.
    â€œWe found the Cat Lady’s body.” Sarah stood and suddenly grasped the table, her legs felt like jelly.
    â€œWho’s the Cat Lady?”
    â€œMrs. Fedewa.”
    Her uncle reached out to Sarah, and she ran into his comforting embrace. She stifled the sob trying to escape her throat.
    â€œAre you all right?” her uncle murmured into her hair.
    Sarah nodded.
    â€œOkay, tell me everything. Start from the beginning.”
    They sat down in the folding chairs. He put his arm around Sarah in a protective gesture. She snuggled next to him,