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street. The boys rode faster as they got to the church, and there were no cars parked across the street.
    Every day after school, the friends rode down Lincoln. And every day, they came up with nothing. On Thursday, the boys rode to Lincoln Street again. This time Zach had a different idea.
    “I’m going to check out the church.” said Zach.
    “Good idea. I am going to circle the neighborhood.” replied Cody.
    Cody continued down the street, while Zach parked his bike by the church steps. Looking at the large doors with stained glass surrounding them, Zach started walking up the steps. He opened the heavy doors and walked inside the lobby area. The church was quiet and the nave was all lit up with bright lights. Zach looked around and started walking down the center aisle.
    “Hello.” the boy said. “Hello, is anyone here?”
    “Hello there!” a voice echoed from the top of the altar.
    “Oh hello, I was just trying to find out if anyone was here.” said Zach peering up at the altar at a figure.
    A slender man dressed in black appeared and started walking towards Zach. It was a pastor.
    “Yep, we are here. I’m Pastor Weber, how can I help you son?” the pastor said.
    Trying to think of something, Zach thought quickly.
    “Oh, uh, I’m Zach and I was wondering when the next service was?” said Zach.
    “Nice to meet you Zach. Oh, ok. Our next service is in the evening at 5:30.” the pastor said with a smile. “Will you and your family be attending?”
    “Um, maybe. I will tell my mom about it.” replied Zach.
    “Does your family live here in Tippwood?” the Pastor politely asked.
    “Yes sir. We live over on Jefferson just about a mile down the road.” answered Zach.
    “Oh, wonderful. I know exactly where that is at. I live on Spruce by the bowling alley.” the pastor said with another gentle smile.
    “Oh nice. Do you mind if I ask you a question?” asked Zach.
    “Sure.” replied the pastor.
    “My friend and I have been riding our bikes over this way lately. We noticed a black car parked across the street. Do you know who owns that vehicle?” Zach said.
    “Oh, I think that’s one of our volunteers’ car. I don’t know his name, he is new to our church. I believe he is here on the weekends. Why do you ask?” the pastor said raising an eyebrow.
    “Just curious. It is just a very good looking car and I was telling my mom about it. She is going to be getting a car soon. I thought maybe I could talk to the person that owns it and ask a few questions about the car. No big deal though.” replied Zach convincingly.
    “Oh ok.” Pastor Weber said with a puzzled look on his face. “So I will see you later on this evening then?”
    “Yeah, as long as my mom wants to come.” Zach said lying. “Bye.”
    Zach turned around and headed back towards the doors.
    “Goodbye Zach, again it was nice meeting you.” Pastor Weber said.
    “You too.” replied Zach.
    Zach opened the doors again and headed down the steps back outside.
    Zach picked up his bike and started riding slowly. He could see Cody way down the end of the street. When he met up with his friend, he told him what the pastor had said. The boys had found where the man that owned the car volunteered at. It was just one more piece of information they would collect.
    Sunday finally rolled around. Cody had a good feeling that the black vehicle would be there at the same time his sister and he went to the store a week ago.
    Zach had spent the night at Cody’s house on Saturday night. The two stayed up all night and devised more ideas. They boys also talked about the creepy neighbor.
    “Zach, I don’t have a very good feeling about Mr. Durkbridge,” said Cody.
    “Why?” responded Zach.
    “I always feel like he’s staring at me through the fence, like he’s spying on me,” explained Cody.
    “Dude, he’s just a creepy older man that means no harm. You’re too paranoid. Maybe all this investigating is getting to be too much. Maybe we