Free Mystery of the 19th Hole (Taylor Kelsey, Mystery 1) by AJ Diaz Page A

him.”
                  “No.  Well, maybe if he lost the goggle glasses.”  Susan thought about it.  “Actually, no, I don’t like him.  Couldn’t.  I’m going to have way too much fun making fun of him.  Thus, it would be impossible to like him.  Understand?”
                  “I don’t.  But I’m sure you do, and that’s all that matters.”
                  Chad returned with the napkins, and Susan noticeably scooted away from Taylor.  “Here you are,” he said, handing over the napkins.
                  “What are they for?” asked Susan, actually being serious.
                  “You dropped your candy apple on your lap,” Chad said awkwardly.  “You already forgot?”
                  She looked down at her skirt.  “So I did.”
                  Chad laughed.  He was wearing his school uniform as well—sweater over a button-up shirt and black slacks—for they’d all come straight from school in Taylor’s car.  “So,” he said, “what next?”
                  Taylor was wiping her sticky fingers with a napkin.  “Let’s talk to security.”
                  After some searching, Susan spotted a lone security guard standing near some public telephones.  She nudged the others and all three of them approached the man.  “Excuse me, Sir,” began Susan, “I’d like to report a missing person.”
                  The security guard responded, “Really?  What happened?”
                  “They stole him and loaded him onto a truck.”
                  “What?  Who?”
                  “I don’t know his name.”
                  Taylor interjected, “It was an elephant.”
                  The man chuckled, eyeing the three of them.  “Yeah, I know about that.  We have no leads.”
                  “That’s what we’re here to find out,” said Susan.
                  Pointing, Taylor asked, “What’s that in your pocket?”
                  The man glanced down, pretended not to notice anything unusual, and said, “My keys.”
                  Taylor was looking at the outside of his pants.  There was a large lump near the pocket area.  “If I guessed, I would think it was a golf ball,” she said aloud.
                  At this, the man got angry.  “What are you hoodlums doing here talking to me anyway?  I can have you kicked out of this place.”
                  “Is that a threat?” asked Susan.
                  Chad followed up.  “What’s your name?”
                  “Billy,” the disgruntled man said.
                  There was an awkward pause.  “Hey, Susan,” said Taylor, “do you think my make-up is messed up?  I just feel like something’s wrong with it.”  Taylor wanted an excuse to use her video-camera mirror on the suspicious Billy.
                  Before Susan could even look, Chad looked at Taylor and said, “It looks perfect.  In fact, I can’t even tell you’re wearing make-up.”
                  Susan elbowed Chad in the side.  “It looks terrible, Taylor.  Ewww .  You should really do something about that before we do anything else.  I can’t even stand the sight.”
                  “What are you talking about?” said Chad angrily.  “She looks fine.”
                  Susan grabbed Chad by the collar and bit off the words as she spoke, “She looks terrible!  She needs to use her make-up mirror .”
                  Chad’s eyes widened at this.  He immediately turned toward Taylor and told her she reminded him of sewage.  Then he looked at the shocked and confused expression on Billy’s face and had to fight back a laugh.
                  Taylor pulled out her