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fardell24Daria and Jane arrived at the Historia. “So, what did you find?” Jane asked as they entered.
“Not much beyond what the Sun-Herald reported,” Daria admitted. “The attacker used missiles to destroy the Hall. There was what looked like scraps of fabric lying around, like the vigilantes were injured as they fought the attacker.”
‘That’s true,’ Jane thought. ‘SpiderGirl did get scratched.’
“But there’s not much more. I would need to get closer.”
“Maybe you need to approach the police,” Jane suggested.
“Maybe, but would they give me the time of day?” Daria asked as they came up to the counter.
SpiderGirl arrived at the Giant Strawberry. ‘I’m sure there’s nothing here,’ she thought. She swung up to the top and looked through a telescope towards the Historia. ‘It looks fine from here.’ She then looked around at the rest of the town as it was visible from that vantage point.
“Daria!” It was Stacy, who was also working that day.
“Hi, Stacy.”
“Mom says you were running around town yesterday.”
“I was, I’m sure she told you I left here with Sandi,” Daria said.
“Yes. I hope you didn’t come to blows.”
“I didn’t, although I was tempted to.”
“Thank goodness,” Stacy said.
“I found out about the street racing.”
“You didn’t already know?”
“No, and getting to the Strawberry in less than five minutes from here was slightly shocking,” Daria said.
“In the daytime? She never used to do that!”
“She did say that she’s a rebel now.”
“I guess that explains it,” Stacy said, although she sounded uncertain.
“Also, your mom also said you’re holding up well given what happened Friday.”
“I guess I’m still taking it in.”
“Every person is different,” Daria said.
Daria and Jane were still having lunch when Quinn entered the café. “Sorry, I slept in,” she said as she came up to them.
“It’s fine,” Daria said.
“I’m sure you needed the sleep,” Jane said.
“Thanks. I’ll order something.”
Quinn returned to the table and Daria laid out what she had found that morning, although she didn’t mention meeting Brittany.
‘Maybe I’ll head there by myself afterwards,’ Quinn thought. ‘I’m thankful for the enhanced healing, otherwise there would have been scars.’
“What do you think?” Daria asked.
“I think you have found important clues,” Quinn answered. “But what caused the scratches and the fabric to come off SpiderGirl’s suit? Was it shrapnel from the explosions, or something else?”
“Good questions, Quinn,” Daria said as she wrote in her notebook.
“Anything else?” Jane asked.
“That all I can think of at the moment. We need to go there after I have lunch,” Quinn answered.
“Sure,” Daria agreed.
After lunch, Quinn, Daria and Jane went down the street, to the Lawndale Center. Jane started taking photos as the Morgendorffer sisters looked around taking notes.
“It will take until tomorrow for the photos to be developed,” Jane said, as they came to a photo development store.
“Obviously,” Daria said.
They then returned to the Historia, where they looked over Daria and Quinn’s notes. “Not much more than this morning,” Daria said.
“But there’s still more?” Quinn asked.
“Yes. Some of the debris seems to be in strange positions,” Daria answered.
“What do you mean?” Jane asked.
Daria grabbed one of the sketches. “I’m not sure. It just seemed unusual. I will probably need to consult with Ms. Barch or Miss Sanderson.”
“I would recommend Miss Sanderson,” Quinn said.
“She’s easier to work with?” Daria asked.
“I think so,” Quinn answered. “And not as likely to get distracted by dislike of males as Ms. Barch.”
“That’s a good point,” Jane said.
“Miss Sanderson then,” Daria decided.
Quinn wondered what Daria’s finding meant. ‘Does it have something to do with what the Enigma did?’ She wasn’t sure. ‘I’ll come back later tonight.’
“What’s next, Daria?” Jane asked as the three left the Historia again.
“Not much. Tomorrow I will go to Sanderson after school and talk to Ted about interviewing all the students at school about the past few months. I will also go to the Library and look at the Sun-Herald’s documentation of the same period.
“That’s a lot,” Quinn said.
“I know that. It will take time to interview each student. Therefore, I will start with the Seniors. I’m sure I’ll get through them all before they graduate.”
“I think that’s a tall order,” Jane said.
“I know it is,” Daria said with a sigh. “I will try to take it slowly, but Lawndale may not have time, especially if whoever is responsible for Friday night is still out there.”
“You’re welcome to come back with us to my place,” Jane said to Quinn.
“Thanks, but I’ll be doing some shopping here,” Quinn said. That, and she wanted to check in on Angie, she said pointing towards Angie’s mother’s shop across the street.
“OK,” Daria said. “See you at home.”
Quinn entered Zammits Boutique and saw that Angie was working that day. “Angie?”
“Hi, Quinn. You were working at the Historia today?”
“Yesterday. But how are you, given what happened Friday?”
“I’m fine,” Angie answered. “But, the attack has increased my determination to leave Lawndale!”
“If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere.”
“That’s true, but with a fourth vigilante…”
“I see that has you more concerned,” Quinn said.
“Like, SpiderGirl was fine.”
“But?”
“Ninja Talon too, I could handle that. But the Shadow? That doesn’t sound good,” Angie said.
‘Oops!’ Quinn thought. “It sounds good to me.”
“How?”
“Like, casting a shadow on crime.”
“I see that we see things differently,” Angie murmured.
“Maybe. But maybe we could talk about it.”
“Maybe,” Angie considered.
Leaving Zammit’s Boutique, Quinn knew she had her work cut out for her reassuring Angie. ‘I’ll probably not name any further heroes on a whim.’
As the sun set, Daria found her mother placing the lasagne in the oven.
“Quinn tells me you’re investigating what is happening in town now,” she said.
“Yes,” Daria answered. “Especially after the attack on Friday night.”
“I’m sure the Police, FBI and SHIELD already have some idea of what happened.”
“I doubt it. If the person was captured, it would have already been in the news.”
“True,” her mother said. “But with Quinn and Jane? As well as with Sandi? Sounds like it’s going to be taking up a lot of your time.”
“I’ll be careful not to let it,” Daria said, wondering if her mother knew anything about the street racing. ‘Probably not.’
“Good. But why Sandi? Given that Quinn and her have fallen out?”
“I’m not sure why. It’s a stone I’m not leaving unturned.”
“Just make sure that she’s not using you as she used Quinn,” her mother said.
Sandi was ready for another search. “Melissa Berridge,” she considered. She downed the energy drink. “Findu mann sem heiter: Melissa Berridge!”
She found Melissa in her house, which was not far from the Giant Strawberry. “Seven down.”
‘Maybe to the Strawberry again tonight?’ she wondered. She shook her head. ‘It’s time for Daria to meet the Enigma.’
Linda watched as Sandi practiced. She saw that her forcefield generation was improving. ‘That’s good. She will need it if she confronts that pilot again.’
Jane looked at one of her sketches of the Enigma. ‘Who are you? Someone who’s figuring herself out? Daria?’ She shook her head. ‘That’s unlikely.’ But she couldn’t rule it out. ‘I guess that’s what the Shadow is doing tonight!’ She then looked at her sketches of SpiderGirl and Ninja Talon. ‘I still have no idea who you are.’
“You think Daria is the fourth vigilante?” Trent asked as Jane suited up as the Shadow.
“I can’t rule it out.”
“Maybe, but casing the Morgendorffers’ house? There has to be another way.”
“I can’t think of one,” Jane said.
“What if it is Daria? What then?”
“Then I’ll reveal my secret identity to her. The same if she’s Quinn.”
“I guess that’s fine,” Trent responded.
“I’ll probably be a while.”
The Shadow took up a position on a neighbor’s roof, where she could see the back of the house. She also saw that Daria’s light was on and that Quinn’s was off.
SpiderGirl returned to Glen Oaks Lane and saw that the Shadow was on a neighbor’s roof. ‘Has to be a coincidence, right? Why would she be watching our house?’
“SpiderGirl?” the Shadow asked when the other hero swung up in front of her.
“Hi, Shadow. I see that you are watching that house.”
“I am.”
“Why? As far as I know, the Morgendorffers are just a normal grieving family.”
“So, you know there was a death in the family,” the Shadow said.
“Like, there was an obituary. I read it. But why are you here?”
“One of the daughters could be the fourth vigilante.”
SpiderGirl took what the Shadow said in. ‘She thinks Daria or myself is the Enigma? I don’t want her finding out about me this way!’
“So, they could be?” the Shadow said, having noticed her hesitation.
“Maybe. Or maybe not. I could watch the house for you, if you like. Or we could do it together,” SpiderGirl said. ‘Until she grows tired of waiting.’
“Sure.”
They sat there for over an hour. The Shadow refused SpiderGirl’s attempts at small talk, merely talking about what they had found out so far about the attack. ‘She doesn’t know much more than I do,’ the Shadow thought.
The Shadow looked at the time. Well over an hour. Daria’s light was still on and Quinn’s light was still out. ‘I guess she’s on a date,’ she thought. ‘Not the Enigma.’ She turned to SpiderGirl, who was fidgeting. “I’ll be off then.”
‘Finally!’ SpiderGirl thought. She didn’t know whether the Shadow would just sit there all night. “Sorry I bothered you with the small talk.”
“That’s fine, see you another time,” the Shadow said, as she turned, produced a cloud and vanished off the roof.
‘But which way did she go?’ SpiderGirl thought as she swung down next to the house. She crept around to the basement hatch.
The Shadow waited on Glen Oaks Lane for a short while. Quinn’s light stayed off, although she noted that Helen’s light was on. ‘I guess she’s doing work in her room, rather than the lounge room.’
Quinn sneaked into her room, not turning on the light. She grabbed her notebook and went back down to the basement.
Down in the basement, she brainstormed. “Now, who would suspect a Morgendorffer is the fourth vigilante?” she wondered out loud. She could think of a number of fellow Lawndale High students right up.
Possible secret identities for the Shadow (in no particular order)
Stacy Rowe
Tiffa
‘Not Tiffany.’
Tori Jericho
Sandi Griffin
“I hope not! Ugh!”
Anna Felicia Coultard
Jane Lane
Jodie Landon
Angie Zammit
‘I doubt it.’
She then wrote several more names, including Donna Bolton, Tania Ashworth and Jenna Oberton-Schwartz.
“That’s a lot of people,” she considered.
She then continued her design for the hatch from the closet to the attic.
The Shadow arrived back at Casa Lane.
“Did you find anything?” Trent asked.
“No. SpiderGirl showed up though. We cased the Morgendorffers together for over an hour. Daria was there, and Quinn’s light was out, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t there.”
“True. Are you going to do it again?”
“Not tomorrow night,” Jane answered.
“It’s probably not a good idea to do it too often.”
After midnight, Daria awoke and went out to the hallway. She had considered that trying to climb onto the roof from one of her windows would be dangerous without a tree nearby, so she opened the attic hatch.
A few minutes later, she climbed out onto the roof from a rear window that had been opened slightly. ‘I guess Quinn has been climbing out here too. Maybe that is who Jane saw?’ But that seemed unlikely.
She found that there was someone there, clad in a purple suit and mask, with brown hair tied back in a high ponytail. “Oh! I guess you’re the fourth vigilante who’s more than a rumor?”
“Yes, I’m the Enigma.”
“Daria Morgendorffer, but I’m sure you already knew that.”
“You’re an infamous nonconformist at Lawndale High.”
“Yes, but why Enigma?”
“Like, I am sorting things out. Ninja Talon and the Shadow also asked that.”
“I guess I have that in common with them. But why are you here?” Daria asked.
“I heard on the grapevine that you’re investigating what’s going on in Lawndale.”
“Yes, including you and the other vigilantes.”
“I have nothing to do with the other heroes,” the Enigma said. “I didn’t want to meet Ninja Talon and I tried to meet the Shadow on my own terms.”
“It didn’t work out that way? But what about SpiderGirl?”
“It didn’t! And I want to confront SpiderGirl and then be her rival.”
“How would a rivalry between you and SpiderGirl be good for Lawndale?” Daria asked.
“Much the same as Ninja Talon and the Shadow asked.”
“Maybe you need to reconsider your priorities.”
“I will do what it takes to protect Lawndale!” The Enigma said vehemently. “That includes helping you in your investigation.”
“I admit that you’re the only one who has sought me out so far. And that you can help me get places I wouldn’t be able to otherwise.”
“Exactly. So, where to first?”
“The ruins of the Lawndale Center,” Daria answered. “I’d like to get in there and see more than what can be seen from the street.”
“Sure. Let’s go then,” the Enigma said. She walked to the east end of the roof, above Daria’s room. She threw a rope over to a tree in the neighbor’s yard. “Hold on.”
“Sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Daria grabbed on to the Enigma, who then swung down from the top of the house.
“Not much beyond what the Sun-Herald reported,” Daria admitted. “The attacker used missiles to destroy the Hall. There was what looked like scraps of fabric lying around, like the vigilantes were injured as they fought the attacker.”
‘That’s true,’ Jane thought. ‘SpiderGirl did get scratched.’
“But there’s not much more. I would need to get closer.”
“Maybe you need to approach the police,” Jane suggested.
“Maybe, but would they give me the time of day?” Daria asked as they came up to the counter.
SpiderGirl arrived at the Giant Strawberry. ‘I’m sure there’s nothing here,’ she thought. She swung up to the top and looked through a telescope towards the Historia. ‘It looks fine from here.’ She then looked around at the rest of the town as it was visible from that vantage point.
“Daria!” It was Stacy, who was also working that day.
“Hi, Stacy.”
“Mom says you were running around town yesterday.”
“I was, I’m sure she told you I left here with Sandi,” Daria said.
“Yes. I hope you didn’t come to blows.”
“I didn’t, although I was tempted to.”
“Thank goodness,” Stacy said.
“I found out about the street racing.”
“You didn’t already know?”
“No, and getting to the Strawberry in less than five minutes from here was slightly shocking,” Daria said.
“In the daytime? She never used to do that!”
“She did say that she’s a rebel now.”
“I guess that explains it,” Stacy said, although she sounded uncertain.
“Also, your mom also said you’re holding up well given what happened Friday.”
“I guess I’m still taking it in.”
“Every person is different,” Daria said.
Daria and Jane were still having lunch when Quinn entered the café. “Sorry, I slept in,” she said as she came up to them.
“It’s fine,” Daria said.
“I’m sure you needed the sleep,” Jane said.
“Thanks. I’ll order something.”
Quinn returned to the table and Daria laid out what she had found that morning, although she didn’t mention meeting Brittany.
‘Maybe I’ll head there by myself afterwards,’ Quinn thought. ‘I’m thankful for the enhanced healing, otherwise there would have been scars.’
“What do you think?” Daria asked.
“I think you have found important clues,” Quinn answered. “But what caused the scratches and the fabric to come off SpiderGirl’s suit? Was it shrapnel from the explosions, or something else?”
“Good questions, Quinn,” Daria said as she wrote in her notebook.
“Anything else?” Jane asked.
“That all I can think of at the moment. We need to go there after I have lunch,” Quinn answered.
“Sure,” Daria agreed.
After lunch, Quinn, Daria and Jane went down the street, to the Lawndale Center. Jane started taking photos as the Morgendorffer sisters looked around taking notes.
“It will take until tomorrow for the photos to be developed,” Jane said, as they came to a photo development store.
“Obviously,” Daria said.
They then returned to the Historia, where they looked over Daria and Quinn’s notes. “Not much more than this morning,” Daria said.
“But there’s still more?” Quinn asked.
“Yes. Some of the debris seems to be in strange positions,” Daria answered.
“What do you mean?” Jane asked.
Daria grabbed one of the sketches. “I’m not sure. It just seemed unusual. I will probably need to consult with Ms. Barch or Miss Sanderson.”
“I would recommend Miss Sanderson,” Quinn said.
“She’s easier to work with?” Daria asked.
“I think so,” Quinn answered. “And not as likely to get distracted by dislike of males as Ms. Barch.”
“That’s a good point,” Jane said.
“Miss Sanderson then,” Daria decided.
Quinn wondered what Daria’s finding meant. ‘Does it have something to do with what the Enigma did?’ She wasn’t sure. ‘I’ll come back later tonight.’
“What’s next, Daria?” Jane asked as the three left the Historia again.
“Not much. Tomorrow I will go to Sanderson after school and talk to Ted about interviewing all the students at school about the past few months. I will also go to the Library and look at the Sun-Herald’s documentation of the same period.
“That’s a lot,” Quinn said.
“I know that. It will take time to interview each student. Therefore, I will start with the Seniors. I’m sure I’ll get through them all before they graduate.”
“I think that’s a tall order,” Jane said.
“I know it is,” Daria said with a sigh. “I will try to take it slowly, but Lawndale may not have time, especially if whoever is responsible for Friday night is still out there.”
“You’re welcome to come back with us to my place,” Jane said to Quinn.
“Thanks, but I’ll be doing some shopping here,” Quinn said. That, and she wanted to check in on Angie, she said pointing towards Angie’s mother’s shop across the street.
“OK,” Daria said. “See you at home.”
Quinn entered Zammits Boutique and saw that Angie was working that day. “Angie?”
“Hi, Quinn. You were working at the Historia today?”
“Yesterday. But how are you, given what happened Friday?”
“I’m fine,” Angie answered. “But, the attack has increased my determination to leave Lawndale!”
“If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere.”
“That’s true, but with a fourth vigilante…”
“I see that has you more concerned,” Quinn said.
“Like, SpiderGirl was fine.”
“But?”
“Ninja Talon too, I could handle that. But the Shadow? That doesn’t sound good,” Angie said.
‘Oops!’ Quinn thought. “It sounds good to me.”
“How?”
“Like, casting a shadow on crime.”
“I see that we see things differently,” Angie murmured.
“Maybe. But maybe we could talk about it.”
“Maybe,” Angie considered.
Leaving Zammit’s Boutique, Quinn knew she had her work cut out for her reassuring Angie. ‘I’ll probably not name any further heroes on a whim.’
As the sun set, Daria found her mother placing the lasagne in the oven.
“Quinn tells me you’re investigating what is happening in town now,” she said.
“Yes,” Daria answered. “Especially after the attack on Friday night.”
“I’m sure the Police, FBI and SHIELD already have some idea of what happened.”
“I doubt it. If the person was captured, it would have already been in the news.”
“True,” her mother said. “But with Quinn and Jane? As well as with Sandi? Sounds like it’s going to be taking up a lot of your time.”
“I’ll be careful not to let it,” Daria said, wondering if her mother knew anything about the street racing. ‘Probably not.’
“Good. But why Sandi? Given that Quinn and her have fallen out?”
“I’m not sure why. It’s a stone I’m not leaving unturned.”
“Just make sure that she’s not using you as she used Quinn,” her mother said.
Sandi was ready for another search. “Melissa Berridge,” she considered. She downed the energy drink. “Findu mann sem heiter: Melissa Berridge!”
She found Melissa in her house, which was not far from the Giant Strawberry. “Seven down.”
‘Maybe to the Strawberry again tonight?’ she wondered. She shook her head. ‘It’s time for Daria to meet the Enigma.’
Linda watched as Sandi practiced. She saw that her forcefield generation was improving. ‘That’s good. She will need it if she confronts that pilot again.’
Jane looked at one of her sketches of the Enigma. ‘Who are you? Someone who’s figuring herself out? Daria?’ She shook her head. ‘That’s unlikely.’ But she couldn’t rule it out. ‘I guess that’s what the Shadow is doing tonight!’ She then looked at her sketches of SpiderGirl and Ninja Talon. ‘I still have no idea who you are.’
“You think Daria is the fourth vigilante?” Trent asked as Jane suited up as the Shadow.
“I can’t rule it out.”
“Maybe, but casing the Morgendorffers’ house? There has to be another way.”
“I can’t think of one,” Jane said.
“What if it is Daria? What then?”
“Then I’ll reveal my secret identity to her. The same if she’s Quinn.”
“I guess that’s fine,” Trent responded.
“I’ll probably be a while.”
The Shadow took up a position on a neighbor’s roof, where she could see the back of the house. She also saw that Daria’s light was on and that Quinn’s was off.
SpiderGirl returned to Glen Oaks Lane and saw that the Shadow was on a neighbor’s roof. ‘Has to be a coincidence, right? Why would she be watching our house?’
“SpiderGirl?” the Shadow asked when the other hero swung up in front of her.
“Hi, Shadow. I see that you are watching that house.”
“I am.”
“Why? As far as I know, the Morgendorffers are just a normal grieving family.”
“So, you know there was a death in the family,” the Shadow said.
“Like, there was an obituary. I read it. But why are you here?”
“One of the daughters could be the fourth vigilante.”
SpiderGirl took what the Shadow said in. ‘She thinks Daria or myself is the Enigma? I don’t want her finding out about me this way!’
“So, they could be?” the Shadow said, having noticed her hesitation.
“Maybe. Or maybe not. I could watch the house for you, if you like. Or we could do it together,” SpiderGirl said. ‘Until she grows tired of waiting.’
“Sure.”
They sat there for over an hour. The Shadow refused SpiderGirl’s attempts at small talk, merely talking about what they had found out so far about the attack. ‘She doesn’t know much more than I do,’ the Shadow thought.
The Shadow looked at the time. Well over an hour. Daria’s light was still on and Quinn’s light was still out. ‘I guess she’s on a date,’ she thought. ‘Not the Enigma.’ She turned to SpiderGirl, who was fidgeting. “I’ll be off then.”
‘Finally!’ SpiderGirl thought. She didn’t know whether the Shadow would just sit there all night. “Sorry I bothered you with the small talk.”
“That’s fine, see you another time,” the Shadow said, as she turned, produced a cloud and vanished off the roof.
‘But which way did she go?’ SpiderGirl thought as she swung down next to the house. She crept around to the basement hatch.
The Shadow waited on Glen Oaks Lane for a short while. Quinn’s light stayed off, although she noted that Helen’s light was on. ‘I guess she’s doing work in her room, rather than the lounge room.’
Quinn sneaked into her room, not turning on the light. She grabbed her notebook and went back down to the basement.
Down in the basement, she brainstormed. “Now, who would suspect a Morgendorffer is the fourth vigilante?” she wondered out loud. She could think of a number of fellow Lawndale High students right up.
Possible secret identities for the Shadow (in no particular order)
Stacy Rowe
Tiffa
‘Not Tiffany.’
Tori Jericho
Sandi Griffin
“I hope not! Ugh!”
Anna Felicia Coultard
Jane Lane
Jodie Landon
Angie Zammit
‘I doubt it.’
She then wrote several more names, including Donna Bolton, Tania Ashworth and Jenna Oberton-Schwartz.
“That’s a lot of people,” she considered.
She then continued her design for the hatch from the closet to the attic.
The Shadow arrived back at Casa Lane.
“Did you find anything?” Trent asked.
“No. SpiderGirl showed up though. We cased the Morgendorffers together for over an hour. Daria was there, and Quinn’s light was out, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t there.”
“True. Are you going to do it again?”
“Not tomorrow night,” Jane answered.
“It’s probably not a good idea to do it too often.”
After midnight, Daria awoke and went out to the hallway. She had considered that trying to climb onto the roof from one of her windows would be dangerous without a tree nearby, so she opened the attic hatch.
A few minutes later, she climbed out onto the roof from a rear window that had been opened slightly. ‘I guess Quinn has been climbing out here too. Maybe that is who Jane saw?’ But that seemed unlikely.
She found that there was someone there, clad in a purple suit and mask, with brown hair tied back in a high ponytail. “Oh! I guess you’re the fourth vigilante who’s more than a rumor?”
“Yes, I’m the Enigma.”
“Daria Morgendorffer, but I’m sure you already knew that.”
“You’re an infamous nonconformist at Lawndale High.”
“Yes, but why Enigma?”
“Like, I am sorting things out. Ninja Talon and the Shadow also asked that.”
“I guess I have that in common with them. But why are you here?” Daria asked.
“I heard on the grapevine that you’re investigating what’s going on in Lawndale.”
“Yes, including you and the other vigilantes.”
“I have nothing to do with the other heroes,” the Enigma said. “I didn’t want to meet Ninja Talon and I tried to meet the Shadow on my own terms.”
“It didn’t work out that way? But what about SpiderGirl?”
“It didn’t! And I want to confront SpiderGirl and then be her rival.”
“How would a rivalry between you and SpiderGirl be good for Lawndale?” Daria asked.
“Much the same as Ninja Talon and the Shadow asked.”
“Maybe you need to reconsider your priorities.”
“I will do what it takes to protect Lawndale!” The Enigma said vehemently. “That includes helping you in your investigation.”
“I admit that you’re the only one who has sought me out so far. And that you can help me get places I wouldn’t be able to otherwise.”
“Exactly. So, where to first?”
“The ruins of the Lawndale Center,” Daria answered. “I’d like to get in there and see more than what can be seen from the street.”
“Sure. Let’s go then,” the Enigma said. She walked to the east end of the roof, above Daria’s room. She threw a rope over to a tree in the neighbor’s yard. “Hold on.”
“Sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Daria grabbed on to the Enigma, who then swung down from the top of the house.
