Trixie wasn't exactly sure when her current mystery began. As she thought back over the last two months, she realized that at some point she had stopped receiving any mail except that which was addressed to Occupant or Resident and a couple of books she had ordered had never arrived. Then, yesterday, her cell phone had pinged with a message asking her to verify her change of address. Trixie was puzzled since she hadn't moved and didn't understand why her phone carrier thought she had. Trixie decided that a visit to her post office was in order.

At the post office, Trixie impatiently waited in line until her turn came. Trixie stepped up to the clerk at the counter, explained her predicament and asked for his assistance. The clerk was happy to oblige. He went into the back area and reappeared with a copy of a change of address card that had been filled out and signed by Trixie.

"That's not my signature," Trixie declared quickly and showed him her signature on her driver's license as proof.

"Well, "the clerk said slowly, "we can open an investigation. This amounts to mail theft."

Trixie reached out and grasped the change of address copy the clerk had in his hand. He looked at her.

"I shouldn't let you have this," he said in a low voice, "but I guess it won't do any harm."

A short time later, Trixie left the post office armed with the address where her mail had been sent. She hurried to her car, intent on driving directly to the new address. In her rush, she bumped into Sargeant Molinson.

"Whoa! Where's the fire, Miss Belden?" he asked.

Trixie reluctantly told the Sargeant what had happened and showed him the copy of the change of address card she had obtained from the clerk.

"Now, Trixie," began Sargeant Molinson.

"You can't stop me. I have to find out who has been stealing my mail," said Trixie.

"No, Trixie," cautioned Molinson. "We have to do this in the right way and in order. Let me handle this later."

"No!" Trixie stomped her foot. "I have all I need right here to," declared Trixie, waving the paper around.

"Young lady," said Molinson sternly, "let me handle this. That is my job." Trixie looked the Sargeant squarely in the eye. "

"Either lead, follow, or get out my way. I'm going to find out who has been stealing my mail and I'm going to do it now."

Before Sargeant Molinson could reply, Trixie hopped into her car and drove off, leaving Molinson standing in a haze of dust and fumes.