BING!

I opened my eyes as my phone went off. It was Jamal. Telling me to see him, and i said that i was on my way. I didnt want to move. Wilfredo was still the hospital and im just here. Knowing him, he would want me to go out. I changed clothes and head out the door. As im walking, i saw Monse.

"Hey." She gave me a smile.

"Hey." I said as i crossed my arms.

"Cesar told me." She said as we walked. "Im sorry about Willy."

"Its just, he never told me. He was just gonna spend a whole day with me and then not tell me that he was gonna get jumped?" I sighed. "It hurts Monse. At least he's okay and Jacky is with him, giving me updates."

"Thats good." She placed her hand on my shoulder. "If you need anything, i mean like anything, im a text message away." I gave her a smile.

"Thanks Monse. I mean it." I stopped walking. "Where are you going?"

"Jamal." she nodded. "You?"

"Jamal." We walked into a shed and saw Jamal making out with a tool box. I pulled out my phone and took a picture. "Definitely a keeper."

"Are we interrupting something?" Monse cuts off Jamals love making to a box. He jumped.

"Where've you been?" Jamal turns to us.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see any of your messages until this morning.

"And I just woke up." I explained. "What's all this?"

"This is what Ricky left Chivo." He hands us a rhyme. "It holds the answers to RollerWorld.
I know it does. That combo right there opened every box and still nothing. I've been searching all night and nothing. Still nothing! And there are dozens of boxes left to go." I looked at the locked boxes, he stayed up all night. "I think I have arthritis.
Would it be juvenile arthritis? Am I still a juvenile?"

"Let me help you." Monse walks up to the lock box and opened it.

"Woman, please! There's an order to this.
Bottom to top, left to right." She handed him a somewhat of a code. "I hate you. Let me see what you got." We walked up to see.

"What are you guys doing? This is trespassing." I heard a familiar voice. Ruby. My eyes looked at his. Is he wearing makeup?

"Um Is there anything you want to tell us?" I asked.

"About what?" He said innocently.

"That whole thing?" Monse pointed.

"I was helping Olivia with a makeup test for her quince when Jamal 911ed. Right side's glamour, left side's chic."

"Dude, I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're beautiful!" Jamal gasps.

"Why is he here?" Monse said.

"Because someone wasn't answering my calls and texts." Jamal told her.

"My phone was dead and I'm here now and that's all that matters." She told him."I think the naysayer needs to go home."

"I am not a naysayer." Ruby sassed. "And why do I need to go home?"

"RollerWorld." Monse said. Ruby rolled his eyes.

"I'm out of here." He turned around. I grabbed his arm.

"RollerWorld is real!" I said.

"So were the chupacabra bones Jamal found in sixth grade."

"It's the only way to save Cesar." Monse blurted.

"Save Cesar?"

"Before he's forced to kill Latrelle."

"Per usual, you're overreacting."

"He's got a gun. And he has to do it tonight unless he disappears." Oh Cesar, what are we gonna do with you.

"This is crazy." I said to myself.

"If he's got a gun, then why don't we help him now? Why can't he disappear now?" Ruby said as he turned back to us.

"To where?"

"Anywhere."

"That's not a plan." I told him.

"This is the plan." Monse shows Ruby the paper Jamal gave us. "The guy who jacked RollerWorld left this behind. It's a clue to where the money is."

"Ring around the Rosie?" Ruby questioned.

"No! The numbers up top. They opened a combo, then we found these numbers."

"Now we have to figure out what the new numbers mean."

"This is ridiculous. Do you hear yourselves? Numbers leading to more numbers leading to money that definitely doesn't exist. And if it did, somebody would've found it by now." Ruby yelled at us.

"Or not. It's our only chance at saving Cesar.l

"I just put the numbers in my phone. They're either lottery numbers or extremely unique body measurements." Jamal said as he showed me his phone.

"Well, only one is a prime number." I said.

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know. just stating a fact. I don't have a math degree." I rolled my eyes.

"Degrees! These are coordinates." Monse happily said. We all put down the coordinates and followed it to a park. I followed the guys behind with my skateboard.

"So what are we looking for?" I asked as i walked up to a bench.

"Anything and everything that jumps out. Anything that marks the spot. Maybe something that could be from the '80s after they pulled off the heist?"

"I'll take the playground." Jamal said.

"I'll take the handball court." Monse said as well.

"Ill take the sandlot." I announced.

"And I'll babysit the bikes and Google cheap bus tickets." We all looked at Ruby with bitch faces. He looked at me. "Sorry, I'm still not buying into RollerWorld. You're all crazy."

"And you look crazy." Jamal said as he pointed Ruby with his metal detector. "Might want to wipe your face." I keep digging in the sand to see, but little kids kept throwing sand at me, laughing. Ruby laughs and i looked at him quickly.

"You got some sand in your hair." He pointed out.

"Gesh, thanks didnt know." We all gathered back.

"I didn't find anything." Jamal said.

"Me either." Monse said.

"I found a cool toy truck." I showed Jamal the toy. He smacks it from my hands. "Hey!"

"We might have enough to get Cesar to Fresno." Ruby said.

"Then what? He lives on the streets?"

"No. The Central Valley produces more than just meth. Fresno's actually a bustling agricultural community. There's a plethora of opportunity for him.See?" He showed us a website.

"Wait. Get up." Jamal told Ruby.

"No, I'm telling you, Fresno's the answer.
If he doesn't want to pick fruit, there's canning, curing, drying, and the largest turkey farm-" Jamal growls and shoves Ruby off the bench.

"That's it. The game's afoot." We all looked closer the the bench that had a memorial for the Santos.

"Sherlock Holmes." I smirked.

"That makes total sense. Cause cholos love Sherlock Holmes, homes." We all turned to Ruby with the most disgusted face.

"Doy 823. 8. Doy 823. 8." Monse kept saying.

"Doy. Doy. Doy. Doyle! Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It's the Dewey decimal system." Then we looked at Jamal weirdly. "I'm a survivalist. Got to know your Deweys."

"The library. Let's go!" Monse takes my arms and we all got on our bikes and rode the the library.