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arrived.
    They had! A small stack sat on a table outside the elevator doors. KC snatched the top one and jumped back in before the doors closed. She found Darla Darling’s column and grinned.
    Instead of going back up to her apartment, KC got off on Marshall’s floor. She rang his bell as she looked at what Darla had written.
    Marshall came to the door barefoot, wearing Spider-Man pajamas.
    “Good morning, Spider-Man,” KC said. “Read this and get dressed!”
    “Can I finish my breakfast first?” Marshall asked.
    “Sure, but hurry up, okay?”
    Marshall padded to his kitchen withKC behind him, rattling the newspaper.
    Marshall sat and spooned up his cereal. “Is it in there?” he asked, pointing his spoon at the paper.
    KC nodded and slid the paper in front of Marshall. There was Darla’s smiling face. Beneath her picture a bold headline read:
    PRESIDENT AND FIANCÉE
PLAN TO ELOPE!
WATCH MY COLUMN FOR MORE!
    “Oh my gosh!” Marshall said. “We were right. It
is
Arnold or Vice President Kincaid! The president is going to flip!”
    “That’s why you have to hurry up,” KC said. “We have to find the snitch before he or she ruins my wedding!”

6
Spying on Spies
    Marshall grinned as he slurped up the last spoonful.
“Your
wedding?”
    “You know what I mean,” KC said. She began pacing back and forth. “We still don’t know which one is the spy. We have to catch him or her with the goods.”
    Marshall put his bowl and spoon in the sink. “What goods?”
    “The money, Marshall. Maybe we can catch Arnold or the vice president taking money from Darla.”
    “KC, we can’t follow Arnold. He drives a fast motorcycle, and we don’t even know where he lives.”

    “Okay, but we can spy on the vice president,” KC said.
    Marshall grinned. “Spying on a spy? I like that.”
    “Will you get dressed and help?” KC asked. “I don’t want Mom to cancel her wedding.”
    Marshall closed one eye and stared at KC out of the other. “Okay. But promise me we’ll go to the park after they’re married.” He stuck out his pinkie.
    KC put out her pinkie. “Promise!” she said. They shook pinkies, and Marshall went to change.
    They rushed to the White House and hurried toward the president’s private rooms. A marine stood guard at the door, but it wasn’t Arnold.
    The guard clicked his heels togetherwhen he saw KC and Marshall. “Good morning,” he said. “Can I help you?”
    “Hi,” KC said, surprised to see this short marine instead of tall Arnold. “Have you seen the vice president?”
    “No, miss. I just relieved Arnold, and I haven’t seen anyone yet but you two.” The guard held the door open for them.
    In the kitchen, Yvonne was cleaning up. “Good morning. I have a note for you,” she told KC. She pulled a folded piece of paper from her uniform pocket.
    KC read it out loud to Marshall.
Honey—Zachary and I need some time alone to talk about the wedding. We may be back late. Love, Mom.
    “I left your lunch in the fridge,” Yvonne said. “And there’s a bowl of fruit on the table.”
    “Thanks, Yvonne,” KC said. “Did they say where they were going?”
    “No, miss,” Yvonne said. “But I know they took a private car.” She hesitated. “They looked pretty unhappy, miss!”
    “Um, have you seen the vice president yet this morning?” KC asked.
    “No, miss,” Yvonne said. She left KC and Marshall in the sunny kitchen. George slipped into the room behind the maid’s heels.
    As soon as Yvonne was gone, KC grabbed Marshall by the arm. “Now’s our chance!” she hissed.
    “For what?” he sighed.
    “Now’s our chance to snoop!” KC said.
    “You’ve been snooping your whole life!” Marshall said. “What’s so different today?” He reached for a banana.
    “We don’t have time to eat,” KC said. “If the vice president isn’t here yet, we can check out her office!”
    “For what?” Marshall said again, dropping the banana.
    “I don’t know, but if she’s selling