Vhat if she go t caught? She'd be in big t rou ble: with Scully.
And the police! She knew she had to work qu ickly.
"OK. Babs! You ha ve to keep him talking - I don't want
him an ywhere near his compute r wh ile I'm in th ere!"
"Oh, I would n't worry abo ut that - he's on the phone to th e
police right now:'
Pizza immediately stopped working on her compute r.
"The police? w hy!"
"Oh, they called him because some robbers have bro ken
into his factory or something."
"Did they catch them?"
"I don't know - why would I ca ret' said Habs.
"Because those 'robbers' would have been fiddler and
Billy."
"Oh."
However, as she finishe d her call with Bubs. FiZZil'S ce ll
phone immediately ran g again . It was Fletcher.
"Fletcher?" she said. "Babs said the pol lee ca lled Scully!
Are you OK?"
"Yeah ... bu t it was dose! Billy and I got out just us th e
pol ice arr ived!"
"Did you find anyth ing?" she asked.
"Yeah! Seve ra l cans of red paint!" said Fletcher.
As she listened, Fizza worked at her computer searching
th ro ugh Scully's e-mails.
"And did you man age to get into Scully's e-mat ls! " asked
Fletcher.
" Vres:I " repIr"ed F•rzza .
"Vell? Did you find anything?"
"Oh, yes, Fletcher Mc int yre. I th ink I ju st did "