Mystery. Contest. Part 5. (You know the drill.) Read the rules.
Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four.
Bunny slippers don’t make good watch dogs.
Agent Chloe finished her fifteen jumping jacks, barely breaking a sweat. She slipped into the black spandex suit she’d found on sale at K-Mart for $9.99. She breathed in and out, fast and then slow. The Lamaze breathing technique. She’d picked it up after being a labor coach for her best friend. She couldn’t understand why it wasn’t spreading like wildfire among the guys at the office.
Minutes later, with her video feed sunglasses on, Agent Chloe strolled down the hallway and stopped right before the corner. The only way to catch the Oreo Cookie Killer was to catch him in the act – of buying Oreo cookies from the vending machines. After he came, paid, and left, Agent Chloe followed the crumbs and pulled her best Jennifer Garner moves on the culprit.
At the same time, Agent Zelda stumbled up to her room, her mind in a fog. She barely could change into her pink fleece jammies and her bunny slippers before flopping onto the bed.
A couple hours later, a man dressed in black, opened Agent Zelda’s door. By the sliver of moonlight that shone through the window, the man lifted Agent Zelda’s arm and then let it flop back to the bed. Asleep. He eased her onto his shoulders and left the room.
Agent Chloe strode through the hotel lobby. The tip of her stiletto heel caught, and Agent Chloe stumbled forward. Her face flushed with embarrassment – Jennifer Garner never tripped. Agent Chloe glanced around and then nodded. She’d been trying to figure out what kind of conference was taking place. And now she knew. The Save the Gorillas Campaign.
The place was in an uproar. All she desperately wanted was a mocha latte from Dunkin’ Donuts. But duty called. And something clearly was amiss.
“Excuse me, Ma’am,” Agent Chloe asked the lady at the information desk. “What has happened?”
After the lady told her, Agent Chloe stumbled back from the desk, her face pale. She leaned over and started breathing. “Hee heee hoo. Hee hee hoo. Hee hee hoo.” After several minutes of Lamaze, she ran to her room. Or walked really fast because she was still wearing stilettos. After inhaling three whoopee pies, she felt better, but not much. She’d messed up big time and would probably lose her job.
Where is Agent Zelda?
**Remember to put your answer in the comments. And any other connections you made. The full solution will be revealed on Monday. And then after that I will announce the winner. Feel free to answer in the spirit of the mystery. Have fun.
I’ll be gone for the weekend at the NE SCBWI conference choosing the book prize by a New England author. Yay!!
Good luck and thanks for participating or reading for fun!
There will one crucial clue at some time today through twitter. Just search #contestclues. I don’t know if the answer is transparent or not. We’ll see. I’ll announce the book on Sunday when i get home. Deadline to provide your answer will be Sunday evening at 8pm. Thanks everyone!
I haven’t been able to get any of the tweet clues because I’m not on Twitter, but I’m going to take a stab at it anyway. I’ll be back after re-reading a little.
I get the feeling that Zelda is at the information desk because she IS Chloe.
On Monday I’ll post all the tweet clues and save the reveal for Wednesday!