to be getting the location of her pickup place from her, right? When you crashed in, I was going to tell her what to say, a place I'd picked out with the task force, then when the wackos went there, they'd be picked up by the police. Meanwhile I'd get the Sibyl safely to the real rendezvous. But you come in and blow it. Months of police work down the tubes." His heartbeat was slow and even again.
Miranda let him go. "I'm so sorry," she said.
He turned to scowl at her, changing it to a half smile when he saw what she was wearing. "Nice look on you." He paused for a second, then said, "You know, there's a way we could still make this work. Do you have another outfit like that?"
"My skating uniform? Yeah. But it's not the same color. It's more blue."
"That doesn't matter as long as it's close. With you two dressed as twins we'll be able to fool them into thinking that you're the Sibyl, use you as a decoy while we sneak her out to safety."
Talking quickly, he outlined the rest of his plan. Miranda said, "It would be better if we wore the wigs and masks, too. To complete the disguise."
"That's right. Perfect. Go toward the employee entrance, the one you used to sneak in. There's someone guarding the outer door but there's a door on the left that is clear. It goes to an office. I'll deal with these guys and then come-"
He stopped talking, lifted his gun, and fired behind her. Turning, Miranda saw he'd shot one of the guards.
"He saw us together," he told her. "I couldn't let one of those bastards get you or tell the others. I'll distract them, keep them over here. You get the Sibyl, change, and wait for me in the office."
She was already moving away when she paused and said, "How did you find us?"
His heartbeat slowed. "Put out a bulletin on your car."
"I should have thought of that," Miranda said, then took off as he radioed, "Man down-man down."
Sibby was frantic when Miranda got back to her. "What happened? Did you get shot?"
"No. I got us a ride out of here."
"How?"
Miranda explained as they changed, then skirted the edges of the Great Hall toward the director's office. As they moved, she heard Deputy Reynolds barking orders to the guards, keeping them busy in other parts of the room, saying at one point, "No, don't turn on the lights-that will give them an advantage!" At another, heard a grunt of pain that sounded like someone being knocked out. She was impressed.
They reached the director's office without running into anyone. Sibby sat in the desk chair. Miranda was pacing, walking back and forth to the ticktock of the big clock on the director's mantelpiece, picking up and putting down objects, a crystal bowl, a box of stationery, weighing them in her hand. A family picture of a man, woman, two small boys, a dog sitting together at the edge of a pier with the sun setting behind them. The dog was wearing someone's hat, a real full member of the family.
A hand came down in front of the picture. "Hello, Miranda? I was asking you something?"
Miranda put the picture down. "Sorry. What?"
"How do you know you're right about him?"
"I just do. Trust me."
"But if you're wrong-"
"I'm not."
The clock ticked. Miranda paced. Sibby said, "I hate that clock."
Tick. Pace. Sibby: "I'm not sure I can do this."
Miranda stopped and looked at her. "Of course you can."
"I'm not brave like you."
"Excuse me? The girl who got-how many guys is it now? Twenty-three?"
"Twenty-four."
"Twenty-four guys to kiss her? You're brave." Miranda hesitated. "Know how many guys I've kissed?"
"How many?"
"Three."
Sibby gaped at her, burst out laughing. "Gods, no wonder you're so repressed. This had better work or you'll have had one seriously sad life."
"Thanks."
Kiss and Tell Chapter Eleven
Eighteen minutes later, deputy Sergeant Caleb Reynolds stood outside the door of the director's office, watching them through a crack. It had taken him slightly longer than expected to get everything in place, but he felt good, confident, about how it was all going to play out. Especially now seeing the two girls in the Bee's Roller Derby outfits, tight little skirts and tops, even had the wigs and masks on. They were identical except one of them was in blue, the other in white. Like little dolls, yeah, he liked to think of them that way. His little dolls.
Expensive dolls.
The blue doll