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information to Darla Darling, we might see some evidence,” KC said.
    The kids walked down the hall toward the vice president’s office. A large statue of a Native American family stood next to her door, which was partly open.
    KC stuck her nose around the corner and nearly fainted. The vice president was standing with her back to the door, talking on a cell phone.
    KC grabbed Marshall, and they both hid behind the statue.
    Just then the vice president camethrough the door. She walked toward the Oval Office, still talking into her phone.
    “I know that,” Mary Kincaid was saying. “But this has to be kept secret….”
    When she was a few yards away, KC whispered, “Let’s try to find out who she’s talking to!”
    Tiptoeing, they followed the vice president. She passed the Oval Office, still quietly speaking into her phone.
    Then she stopped and started to turn around.
    Panicking, KC looked for someplace to hide. The closest doorway led to the Oval Office. She knew it would be empty, because the president had left with her mom.
    KC poked Marshall, and they both scooted into the Oval Office. There was a big desk, a few chairs, and a long sofa. A tall plant stood in front of the window.

    “This is spooking me out,” Marshall whispered. “There has to be a federal law about breaking into the presidents office.”
    “We didn’t break in, Marsh,” KC said. “Besides, next week, I’ll be living in this place.”
    “Yeah, if we’re both not living in jail!” Marshall said.
    Suddenly Marshall grabbed KC’s hand and yanked her down behind the president’s desk.
    KC started to protest, but Marshall’s hand was across her mouth. She looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on. Marshall’s eyes were as big as pancakes.
    Then KC understood. She heard footsteps whisper across the carpet. She saw a shadow fall on the wall behind her.
    Someone else was checking out the Oval Office!

7
Motorcycle Meeting
    KC and Marshall froze behind the desk. They hardly breathed as they heard papers being moved above their heads. Then the shadow moved away.
    KC heard the office door open, then close. She crawled from behind the desk and raced for the door.
    “What’re you doing?” Marshall asked.
    “I want to see who that was!” KC hissed. “And what they stole off the president’s desk!”
    KC slowly eased the door open. She stuck her head out, then back in, like a redheaded turtle.
    “It’s the vice president!” KC said.
    Marshall blinked. “So? She can go into the Oval Office if she wants,” he said.
    “Come on!” KC said. “Let’s follow her.”
    Walking as quietly as possible, the kids sneaked after the vice president. She left the building and walked toward the employee parking lot. KC and Marshall followed. When she sat on a bench and took out her cell phone, they hid behind some bushes.
    “What’s she doing?” Marshall asked.
    “Talking on her phone again,” KC said.
    Suddenly they heard a roar. A motorcycle pulled up in front of the bench. When the driver removed his helmet, the kids saw that it was Arnold.
    The vice president stood up and slipped her cell phone into her pocket.From her bag, she took out a small package and handed it to Arnold. They spoke for a minute. Then he put on his helmet and zoomed out of the parking lot. After a few seconds, the vice president hurried back into the building.
    “They must both be in on it!” KC said, stepping out from behind the bushes. “Whatever she took off the presidents desk, she just gave it to Arnold!”
    “And he’ll give it to Darla Darling,” Marshall said.
    KC nodded. “We know it now, but how do we prove it?” she asked.
    “I can’t prove anything on an empty stomach,” Marshall said.
    “Okay, come on,” KC said. “How can you eat? Don’t you feel bad? I really like Arnold and the vice president.”
    “I like them, too,” Marshall said. Then his stomach rumbled.
    In the presidents kitchen, KC and Marshall sat down at the