HIBARA THE KIDNAPPING CASE of the long-haired girls was closed about an hour later after we found Pedro Quintos hiding in an abandoned warehouse. With him are the five victims and Cara, who have their wrists and ankles tied with the same masking tape that Agatha used to seal the bathroom. The Major and I nabbed the culprit and tied him up with masking tape. The rest went to free the kidnapped women. Of course, it didn’t escape my observant eyes that both Toto and Jan rushed to Cara. From the moment I heard that guy’s name, I knew the culprit was him. The only thing I didn’t have at that moment was the evidence to prove it. And so, I deliberately did not remind them of the lookout plan to set the culprit up. If there is a witness and we can all prove that the witness is telling the truth, then, there’s no doubt that the police would take her statement as solid. Sorry not sorry, but Cara was the perfect girl for the job. Of course, with the one-year experience of Devin, Cassandra, An
HIBARA THAT INSIGNIA OF a ghost winking and with a laughing smile holding out a high-five was something I’d seen in my dearest father’s case files before. It seems that this internationally famous thief, Ghost Hand, was someone that the Greatest Consulting Detective of the Century can’t even capture. Of course, Mom has no access to the police files of the Theft-Robbery-Burglary Division since she’s in the CID. “Why are there a lot of kids here?” A voice that could make me roll my eyes sounded from behind. “Then, why did you bring minors too, Mr. Adult Detective Wannabe?” I sarcastically replied, turning to face him. Since the class dismissal of the SHS students is two hours before ours, the three members of The Forensic Club are also in their casual clothes like the CSD Detective Club. “I see!” Devin happily exclaimed. “That’s why there are only two notices sent.” He pulled out the other index card from Jacob Valle’s pocket. “Ghost Hand still thinks you’re our Club President, Hiba
LUKE MATTHEW THE SCHOOL PAPER’S headline was totally fraudulent. We barged into the Ammunition Journalists Clubroom led by the Detective. Expectedly, not surprisingly, The Forensic Club was already there and their Club President's complaint could be heard from the other side of the door. "Why was it written like that??" "Oh! You guys are here, too," Cara noted upon entering. "Well, yes, because I am not accepting this trash headline!" Jacob angrily replied. "This headline is clearly fake news." The Forensic Club's VP presented the school paper to our faces. The Secretary, who I'd never seen without poise, had her voice raised above the earth's atmosphere. "I CAN NARRATE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY FROM US RECEIVING THE NOTICE TO MEETING THE TWO OTHER GROUPS AT NIGHT!" "P-Please calm down, Miss—" The poor Assistant EIC, Francis Peralta, raised his hands as a gesture when Zia cut him off without thinking twice. "SHUT THE HELL UP! I AM NOT GONNA CALM DOWN, OKAY? BECAUSE I
LUKE MATTHEW “What happened to Sylvester and Shiloah?” THE ECHOING SOUND of the bottle of loo cleaner colliding with the tiled floor filled the silence that followed the Detective’s question. “W-What did you say?” Cara stuttered. “The cousins!?” Toto rushed to us with his bubbled gloved hands. “What happened to the cousins?” “They have been kidnapped!” the lady cried out. The lad held one of her shoulders while his other hand ran up and down her back to calm her down. “You are Shiloah’s father,” the Detective remarked, staring at the lad. Then, she shifted her gaze to the lady. “And she is Sylvester’s mother.” She brought her gaze back to the lad. “You two are siblings.” “How did you know?” I asked. She turned to me wearing her usual bored expression. “Their physical appearances have similarities and their arrival together means they are related to each other. Also, for them to look for me, specifically, and come right here on my doorstep means they’ve met with someone who they
LUKE MATTHEW “Don’t tell me you’re planning to ambush the white van riding just a skateboard?!” BUT WHATEVER I say, my words only fell on deaf ears. “The van turned right!” Cara announced and then Toto added, “The biker followed them!” The Detective reappeared by the open car door with her left foot resting on Vester’s skateboard. “When I make a signal, begin counting down from twenty. Once you get to zero, go to the white van’s location. Understood?” I don’t know what to say anymore and agreed with a hesitant “Yes”. She rolled her eyes. “Whether you say yes or no, you will do as I say.” Then, she pushed her right foot, beginning the skateboard’s motion. “Count!” “Twenty!” Cara started. Just as the count went down to seventeen, I got out of the car and witnessed Hibara’s actions. She was going at full speed, running past the biker who was pedaling the same. She opened her mouth and gave orders to him. Upon reading her lips, I gasped. “What?!” “What is it?” Toto asked in a pa
HIBARA AFTER EVERYTHING THAT happened that day, the headline writer still had the guts to print out that we staged everything for fame?! We are not as fame-greedy as that stupid detective wannabe! With a copy of Ammunition at hand, Reign Mercado, our classmate and a member of the Ammunition Journalists Club, approached us in the back row. If I’m not mistaken, she wrote that one article that featured us as a ‘JHS Trio’. “Hibara and the gang,” she addressed. By hearing that, the Major who was drifting somewhere opened his eyes. “I need you to investigate our club.” I snickered, “Just as I thought.” “Just as you thought?” she asked with glistening eyes. “To be honest, I was actually waiting for this moment; the time you will tell me to investigate what is going on inside your club.” I gave her a smile before continuing. “Ever since the first fake news appeared on the headline, I was suspicious of the Ammunition Journalists Club.” I picked up the school paper. “If a news writer mak
HIBARA “So, you heard it too?” I CROSSED MY arms right when the three members of The Forensic Club came into our view. Their arrogant Club President Jacob Valle is a real-deal detective wannabe. Although I dropped those words earlier, I never meant to say he’s better than me. Of course, I am and always will be the greater detective. He ignored my sarcasm and pointed a finger at Matthew. “You! Call your chauffeur and have him drive us to the crime scene!” The Major awkwardly replied, “But my Genesis G80 only has a capacity of five passengers; six if those who will ride the backseat are four slim persons.” “Can’t you borrow bigger cars?” Jacob huffed. “Well,” he smirked; “I don’t think Eligor would let you ride his seven-seater Genesis GV80 after that case involving Chedipe, Rangda, and Drace.” I clapped and gave him a sinister smile. “I didn’t know you have the skills to shut this detective wannabe up, Major.” “That’s it!” Aliszia Tuazon glared at their President. “I suggest we
HIBARA I STOPPED AND discontentedly accepted the offer. I can’t believe the sniper got away from me! “Where’s the detective wannabe?” I asked the Major. “He took a motorcycle from one of the flower shop’s customers and trailed the shooter,” he answered. “It seems he lost sight of him as well.” “What information did he get? The last location sighted?” He shook his head. “All he knew was that the shooter was wearing all-black.” A smirk flashed on my lips knowing I am one step ahead of that Club President. Matthew’s eyes met mine through the rearview mirror and he remarked, “I know that face. You’ve got more information than him, haven’t you?” “Since when have you started doing this, Matt?” Mrs. Vargas asked her son. He simply answered, “Monday. Third week of classes.” “AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?! It’s been, what, two months?!” “The Salcedos will stop me, Mamá. You know that. And these sixty-one days of my life were the most un-boring.” Mistress Lilith fell silent upon hearing Matt