CHAPTER EIGHT
Mystery is My Middle Name
There was rock music blaring from somewhere inside The Tisalton Plastics, Glass, & Other Salvage Materials Yard. I could hear it clear as day as we coasted past the big new shiny sign then skidded to halt, dropping our bikes in front of Twist’s trailer. Seth and I inched toward the office through piles of parts and smashed cars missing back tires. “Evening, kids,” Eli, Twist’s slow-talking uncle grinned. His carrot-colored hair gleamed in the sun as he wiped his grease stained hands on his striped coveralls. “Solved any murders today?” “Not yet, sir,” Seth said, waving at Aunty Lila. “But it’s only five o’clock.” Uncle Eli and Aunty Lila were the only family Twist had ever known. They operated …show more content…
Well, it’s more like an idea, and I was testing it out.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “I don’t have all the details worked out yet. But when I do, I promise you will be the first to know.” He sighed. “Hey, I’m tired. Let’s meet at Gray Meadow Manor tomorrow morning, okay?” We nodded. Seth and I rode our bikes home. And as I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but wonder whether David Shaw had in his excitement accidentally forgot to spin the dial and lock the safe door. Or had he left the door unlocked intentionally to make it easier for the thieves. But why would he design such an elaborate heist? I mean, having yourself tied up, gagged, and left like that for hours seemed kind of painful and unnecessary. If he was the mastermind, why didn’t he simply have the bandits nab the rock while he was gone? I also considered the connection between the blue ghost and the White Dragon. Was Morgan’s ghoul searching for the stone so he could whip up a batch of elixir and somehow restore his ghostly body? Or was the ghost of Whodunit Hill a myth, some story desperate parents made up to scare their bored children half to death? When I finally fell asleep in a sea of sheets and a tangle of blankets, I slept like a rock without any
Mystery is My Middle Name
There was rock music blaring from somewhere inside The Tisalton Plastics, Glass, & Other Salvage Materials Yard. I could hear it clear as day as we coasted past the big new shiny sign then skidded to halt, dropping our bikes in front of Twist’s trailer. Seth and I inched toward the office through piles of parts and smashed cars missing back tires. “Evening, kids,” Eli, Twist’s slow-talking uncle grinned. His carrot-colored hair gleamed in the sun as he wiped his grease stained hands on his striped coveralls. “Solved any murders today?” “Not yet, sir,” Seth said, waving at Aunty Lila. “But it’s only five o’clock.” Uncle Eli and Aunty Lila were the only family Twist had ever known. They operated …show more content…
Well, it’s more like an idea, and I was testing it out.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “I don’t have all the details worked out yet. But when I do, I promise you will be the first to know.” He sighed. “Hey, I’m tired. Let’s meet at Gray Meadow Manor tomorrow morning, okay?” We nodded. Seth and I rode our bikes home. And as I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but wonder whether David Shaw had in his excitement accidentally forgot to spin the dial and lock the safe door. Or had he left the door unlocked intentionally to make it easier for the thieves. But why would he design such an elaborate heist? I mean, having yourself tied up, gagged, and left like that for hours seemed kind of painful and unnecessary. If he was the mastermind, why didn’t he simply have the bandits nab the rock while he was gone? I also considered the connection between the blue ghost and the White Dragon. Was Morgan’s ghoul searching for the stone so he could whip up a batch of elixir and somehow restore his ghostly body? Or was the ghost of Whodunit Hill a myth, some story desperate parents made up to scare their bored children half to death? When I finally fell asleep in a sea of sheets and a tangle of blankets, I slept like a rock without any