"I don't know..."

I told Maricel. I don't know if he got pissed and left town and somebody stole his comic book. But something isn't right. I'm looking at his email and it's stuff that really only Danny would say, but it's not right, I don't know why. I can't tell if he's mad or..."
"You want me to look at it?" She offered. "Maybe you're just too close. Why don't you make some coffee?"
So I did, the good stuff. I ground the beans, made the coffee and even frothed some milk.
"You're right." Marciel said. "And I think I know what you see. You have a separate file for his correspondence, I see."
"Right above you." I said.
"I'm searching his e-mails for some phrases, because what I see here is something I've seen a lot of over the years."
"What?" I asked.
"What things look like when you copy bits and pieces from other sources and try to stick them together without bothering to rework it. Basic plagarism, my darling. Only not on a school paper. And what do you know..."
"What?"I asked putting down a latte in what had become Maricel's Wonder Woman mug beside her.
"I found the source for this paragraph. Two year old message. And let's see about this little Wolverine reference. " She took a sip of her coffee. "Hell yes. This is cobbled together out of old messages. He didn't write these last three e-mails. No way, no how. Somebody just went back and cut and pasted."
"Hell." I said. "I'm so stupid."
"You're not stupid." She said.
"I was thinking about you, I was worried abou Brian. I didn't see it."
"One more thing." Maricel said and she opened the Google search engine. She typed in Heather Carver Toledo and came up with only Heather Carvers in other states. Then she asked what the common spelling of Jablonski was and put in Susan Jablonski Toledo. And that took her to Susan Jablonki's MySpace page with a big picture of the girl I knew as Heather Carver smiling back at me.
Internet genius that I am, I had never even bothered to frickin' google her.
Figuring that sweat pants and a T-shirt counted as dressed, I put my damn shoes on and picked up my phone.
"Screw it." I said. "I'm goin' over there."
"Give me a second." Maricel said. And in literally five of them, she'd pulled on a pair of jeans and was slipping on her shoes as we went. I called Ellen, because I thought she'd better be able to understand what the hell I was saying about Danny than if I started from scratch with a cop. I left a pretty frantic message as I walked. In the early morning darkness we cut across the playground of the school behind my store and over to the alley that ran behind Danny's house.