"Hey Watson!" yelled a voice from behind me.
I sighed and said, "It's James, Samantha."
Samantha caught up to me and gave me her usual bubbly smile.
I sighed again. I guess it was too good to last. A few days ago, she was, of course, acting all prim and proper in front of her crush, Matthew, and so she refrained from calling me by that hated nickname of mine. But now that we had finished up with Matthew's case (and he wasn't around to make her nervous), I guess things were back to normal. Oh well, at least she was using it affectionately. I think.
"Wasn't Matthew's performance simply fantastic?" Samantha said, still remember when her crush performed in Mr. Brown's class only a few hours ago.
"It was alright," I said.
We walked to the After-School Detectives clubroom and I opened the door. Sheryl Holmes was already there, with a bowl of candy in the middle of the table.
She picked up the bowl and held it out for us, "Candy?"
"No thanks," I said, taking a seat.
"Sure!" Samantha eagerly grabbed a piece from the bowl and unwrapped it.
"What's with the candy?" I asked.
"Well, we all need something to stimulate our minds," Sheryl replied, "So I decided to bring in a bowl of candy to help with that."
Oh, I knew what she was up to. "... You know that Sherlock Holmes used cocaine to stimulate the mind, not candy, right?"
Sheryl pouted, "Yeah..., but my dad wouldn't let me have any."
I raised an eyebrow as I imagined Sheryl asking her father for cocaine, and his subsequent reaction to his twelve year old daughter asking him for drugs.
Samantha pulled out her laptop and placed it on the table. "Guess what, guys? I can use my laptop to record our conversations with our clients now!"
"Oooh." Sheryl and I gathered behind Samantha.
"See, it's easy, say something," Samantha said as she clicked on the record button.
Just then, Madeline entered the room, and we all stared at her. Madeline was the most popular girl in the school, and definitely one of the prettiest. What did the eighth grade queen of the school want with us?