Some Serious Hide And Seek

In elementary school I decided that I would become a detective.  I gathered my brother and a couple of the neighborhood kids and we started our own private investigators club.  We learned how to memorize license plates and look for clues in not so obvious places.  After a couple of weeks my dad made us official by providing us with our very own laminated identification cards.  The cards had our PI names and rank within the club.  To my amazement at the time my dad worked for the city and got the mayor's secretary to type up and laminate the cards.  Talk about feeling official!  Our club surely had to be the only ones with ID cards from the mayor's office.  We would soon be called to action.  One day one of the neighborhood girls decided to run away from home.  The whole development was in an uproar looking for her.  I decided right then that we would find her.  We searched all over, checking each yard, behind every bush, and even every structure at the playground.  Our search turned up nothing.  We had to leave to go to the store for dinner supplies, so we called off our search until the next day.  As we drove down the road, I kept constantly searching the landscape for her or any clues.  All of a sudden I yelled, "Stop!".  Mom pulled the car into the Lowe's parking lot and there she was hiding in the bushes, not more than a quarter mile from the neighborhood.