Nothing stays dead, it just changes. As their parents were brought together, so are their children. Brought together by tragedy but held together by friendship. But, as all things, insanity will follow. It is a new Mystery Incorporated operated by Samantha Rogers, Iris Dinkley, Stacie Jones, and Dooby Doo.
Mystery Incorporated: Back In Business Chapter 2
by Josie Hook
Sam
“So you really sure that someone purposely killed your mom?” I lay out the police reports for both Iris and Stacie.
“Well, based on the information on that report. Wouldn’t you think that also?” I also lay out the photos from the car accident and the autopsy report on mom.
“Sam, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, what?”
“If we all have study halls during this period, why are we here?” Due to the fact that Dooby’s, well, a dog, we’ve been in the same class all throughout our schooling years. But, once we got to High School, we started to have one class difference. Dooby has remedial English during my study hall. Because of that difference and Dooby not wanting to be alone, I come bug him during this period.
“Dooby doesn’t want to be alone during this class.”
“Really?”
”Yep. Back to more pressing matters. According to all of the police records, this has been the first car accident in Coolsville since 1997.”
“Is it similar to the car accident your parents were in?”
“Not even close.” I grab out the binder full of police and medical records out of my backpack and set it down. Thank you Grandpa Rogers and Aunt Maggie. I open the binder and find the ‘97 car accident report.
“The person who caused that accident was driving while under the influence and surprisingly didn’t kill anyone. Just took out a lamppost. And a few other cars. But, no people.” I pull out the medical report from that car accident.
“This is what was in that person’s system at the time of the car accident.” I catch the looks on their faces.
“Okay, what wasn’t in their system?”
“I think about everything except for food and water.” I grab the police report from mom and dad’s accident.
“But, there is something suspiciously similar between the two car accidents.” I point out the model of the car in the ‘97 accident and the model of the car that smacked into mom and dad.
“Both have roughly the same model.”
“Exactly! Both cars were bought at the same dealership in town in 1992. A year before the original Mystery Incorporated went their separate ways.”
“Mom talked about someone who had a car of that model.”
“Do you know what their name is or was?” Iris shrugs.
“I don’t know. Mom refused to tell me their name. It almost disgusted her to even utter a word about their existence.”
”Meaning?”
“Meaning you’re right, Sam. Someone from the past was purposely targeting your parents. Don’t know who, but it’s someone that clearly wants revenge against our parents for some reason.” There’s a description of the person from the ‘97 car accident. Romanian male, about 22 at the time of the crime. Yellow hoodie, yellow pants, gray shirt, red & white high tops. Black hair and black eyes. The guy was never ID'd at the scene of the crime. According to Grandpa because he was on that case, they had gotten the description from someone who had seen the perp run from the scene.
“Couldn’t they have found the guy by looking through the police records with that description?”
“They tried. The only thing that came up was sealed records.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning this was potentially the only crime they ever committed as an adult while they were a minor when they committed the other crimes on their now sealed record.”
“What do you mean ‘potentially the only crime’?” I quickly flip through the binder for both Stacie and Iris.
“There’s no other case of someone with that description before or after ‘97.”
“Weird.”
“Yea..” Why does Stacie look like she has to use the bathroom?
“OH! I know!”
“What?” Stacie leans in.
“Okay, so apparently my daddy..”
“You still call your dad ‘daddy’?”
“Yes, but that’s not important. Apparently he kept a journal during the run of the original Mystery Incorporated.”
“So, he wrote in that journal from the time they were 17 to when they disbanded at 25?”
“Yes. Come to my house after school today.” She’s bold.
“Uh, we just met today. Are you sure your parents are going to be okay with it?”
“My parents will be happy with the fact I made friends who aren’t shallow, soulless rich kids!” I hate to see what kind of people she’s usually around. Iris and I give each other a look before we turn to Stacie. And apparently now Dooby’s paying attention to this conversion when he should be paying attention to his class.
“Great! It’s settled then! I can have my driver drive us.”
“Or we can take my van.”
“Van?” I sigh.
“I drive the Mystery Machine now.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It was technically my dad’s. And before then, it was my grandma’s.” Stacie clasps her hands together.
“It’s settled then. We’ll take Flag Pole’s car to my house so my driver can save gas.”
“Flag Pole?” The bell rings.
“I mean that as a complement.” Stacie’s the first one out of the four of us to bolt with Iris just slowly walking after her. Dooby comes up next to me as we watch Iris walk out.
“So, we’re going over to her rouse?”
“Yep.” Dooby and I walk out and head to our next classes.
I thought that Iris and Stacie were going to pass out because of how they reacted to seeing the Mystery Machine.
“So you really do drive the Mystery Machine!”
“Told ya! Dooby, you’re in the back.” I unlock the car as Dooby looks offended.
“Why do I have to get in the rack?” I unlock the rest of the doors for Iris and Stacie to get in. I set my backpack down on my seat before heading around to the back.
“Because you’re a dog, Dooby.”
“So? Why can’t they sit in the back?” I open the back, revealing bean bags with an God awful amount of duct tape on them.
“Because regardless that our fathers considered these as seats, legally they’re not! So, get in.” Dooby huffs at me and gets in. I shut the back doors and walk around to the driver’s seat. I get in, move my backpack to the back with Dooby who’s currently pouting, and start the car.
“Stacie, I need the directions to your house.” Stacie gets the directions on her phone while I buckle up.
“Got the directions.”
“Great. Thank you.” I turn my head to pull out of the parking spot. Once I’m out, I turn the car and head off for Stacie’s house. Hopefully we don’t somehow get murdered.
We arrive at Stacie’s house.
“Geez, it’s bigger than my house.”
“It’s way bigger than Dooby and I’s house!” I park the car in their huge ass driveway. At least I think it’s their driveway. Unless it’s a landing pad for God knows what. I turn the car off as Iris and Stacie undo their seatbelts. Why do I have this weird feeling that it’s going to be bigger inside than outside? Iris and Stacie get out of the car with Dooby climbing over the seats with his backpack on right after them. I get out of the car with my backpack and lock it. Grantly this is a Richie rich neighborhood but, still.
“Let’s head in!” Stacie zips to the door like she’s Sonic.
“Wait up, Blondie!” Iris, Dooby, and I try to catch up with Stacie at the door. She opens it once we finally get there.
“Welcome to my house!” We walk in and damn, it’s huge! How or why does she have a working golf cart in her house?
”Why is there a Rolf cart in your rouse?”
“How else are we supposed to get to the other parts of the house?” And Dooby’s going to go raid her fridge.
“Dooby, don’t raid their fridge!” And he’s not listening to me. Great. I hear a door open and footsteps.
“Is that you, Stacie?” Stacie lights up at that.
“Hi, daddy!” Stacie runs towards the guy coming closer and almost kills him while trying to hug him.
“Sam, Iris and Dooby, wherever he is. This is my dad, Fred Jones!” Huh, I guess it’s true. He does still wear that stupid orange ascot.