James and the League of Vivoneely

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Chapter 9

James knew it was a bad idea to knock on a woman’s door whom he had very recently scared off, especially at 10 pm. He knocked, and heard a baby crying.

“Shoot!” He stomped his foot, knowing how mad she would be that he woke up the baby. He saw a figure coming towards the door. When she opened the door, James stepped back, a little freaked out by her wild hair.

“You! What are you doing here! Help!”

“Shhh! Shh! I need your help! Please let me come in. I am so sorry for waking you up, but this is important! You may be the only one who can help me.” It sounded desperate, but James needed to clear things up with Denise. He showed her the unicorn. “What do you know about this Unicorn?”

“Unie!! Where was he? I have been looking for him for two days now! Aww, his foot…did you break him? Cause if you did…”

“So you DO know! Listen, this was in my office. I don’t know who left it or why, but I know that it has something to do with this case I’m working on. Mind if I come in?” She hesitantly decided to let him in. Denise put the unicorn on the table in the middle of the wall and said, “There, that’s better.”

“Where did you get this?”

“Oh, um, my father gave it to me in his will. Reginald Grant.”

“Did you say Grant?”

“Yes, that’s my father. Did you know him?”

“No, but it explains where it came from.”

“Oh yeah, the League of Vivoneely, right? Yeah, father used to tell me stories of that thing. I never really believed him until I read the will. He wrote that I needed to care of it because it is the only thing that could protect me or something. At first it freaked me out, but at the funeral I saw the 11 men, all wearing the fuzzy pink caps, the cap that Dad wore whenever he spoke of the League. I always thought he was messing around.”

“How did it end up at the police station?”

“I don’t know really, maybe someone took it, I am hardly ever home, and one night I came back and it was gone. Thank you for bringing it to me.” At this, she walked up to James and kissed him on the cheek.

While James thought this action was strange for bringing back the statue, but was nonetheless thrilled by it. He bid her farewell, and left, thinking about the kiss and the new information he just received. It seemed strange that this secret society, one in which he had never heard of, was suddenly showing up all over the place.

James got home and decided to go to bed; he would sort out all of this stuff the next day. Still thinking about the kiss, he fell asleep.

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