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students?”
“No, sir,” I said.
“Then you can’t be here,” the guard said.
“If we need visitors’ passes, we’d be happy to get some in the office,” I said quickly.
The guard shook his head. “Sorry, boys,” he said firmly. “You’ll have to leave now.”
Colin was back with his friends, this time smiling slyly at us. Joe was right. Colin wasn’t just a creep—he was a major creep!
“You know something, Frank?” Joe said as we trudged back to our car. “I have a feeling this is going to be a bummer of a day.”
I thought so too—until my phone beeped with the text that changed everything. . . .
“Okay, what’s her name?” Joe teased as I smiled at my phone.
“Sierra just texted me,” I said.
“She might have seen you here,” Joe said. “What does she want?”
“She wants to meet me at the Meet Locker tonight,” I said, still smiling as I read the text.
“You mean the coffee place?” Joe said. “I thought she didn’t drink coffee.”
“They serve tea, too,” I said, texting back. “Twenty different kinds, as a matter of fact.”
“Well, what did you tell her?” Joe asked.
“What do you think?” I said. “I said sure.”
I pretended to be cool on the outside, but on the inside—cartwheels. As we stepped out of the car, Joe didn’t seem so stoked anymore. In fact, he looked pretty bummed out.
“What’s up?” I asked. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous!”
“No!” he insisted.
“Then what?” I asked.
“How did Sierra get your number?” Joe asked. “If I remember, she wrote hers on your hand. Not the other way around.”
Joe had a point. How had she gotten my number? But after I thought about it, it clicked.
“We filled out those job applications at the Peytons’,” I said. “We had to write our telephone and e-mail addresses on them, remember?”
“Oh yeah,” Joe said, slapping his forehead.
As I adjusted the rearview mirror, I thought about my date with Sierra. First dates usually meant small talk. But this date didn’t have to go that way.
“I’m going to ask Sierra about Colin tonight,” I told Joe. “If she knows him from school, maybe she can give us some information.”
“So this will be a working date?” Joe declared. He then smirked and said, “Yeah, right.”
As I drove slowly away from Bay Academy, I took one last look at the school. Most of the kids were filing into the building, but Colin was still hanging with his friends. This time a dark-haired girl stood with them. Her back was tothe street, so I couldn’t see her face. I just knew it wasn’t Lindsay.
“Hey, Frank,” Joe said as I turned onto the highway. “I’m going to Chet’s house tonight, but I want a full report after the date.”
“About Colin?” I asked.
“About Sierra!” he said with a grin.
It wasn’t easy focusing on school or our case the rest of the day. All I could think about was my date with Sierra. Maybe “date” was too strong a word. Maybe Sierra wanted to meet because she felt bad about what had happened at the Peytons’ . . . or maybe I was overthinking the whole thing!
I got to the Meet Locker at seven forty-five and waited inside my car until four minutes past eight. Didn’t want Sierra to think I was too eager—even though I was.
By the time I walked into the Meet Locker, Sierra was already there, sitting in a cushy chair and drinking a cup of tea.
“Sorry I’m late!” I blurted out as I sank into the opposite chair.
Sierra’s eyes sparkled over her cup as she said, “You’re not late—I’m early.”
I ordered my usual iced caramel chiller. Sierra’s tea smelled like vanilla. Or was that her perfume?
“This place is packed,” I said.
“It usually is on a Friday night,” Sierra said.
Glancing around, I wondered if there were any Scaredevils in the place. Probably not. They’d be out trashing Bayport, not sitting around sipping tea and coffee.
I turned back to Sierra. She seemed relaxed for
“No, sir,” I said.
“Then you can’t be here,” the guard said.
“If we need visitors’ passes, we’d be happy to get some in the office,” I said quickly.
The guard shook his head. “Sorry, boys,” he said firmly. “You’ll have to leave now.”
Colin was back with his friends, this time smiling slyly at us. Joe was right. Colin wasn’t just a creep—he was a major creep!
“You know something, Frank?” Joe said as we trudged back to our car. “I have a feeling this is going to be a bummer of a day.”
I thought so too—until my phone beeped with the text that changed everything. . . .
“Okay, what’s her name?” Joe teased as I smiled at my phone.
“Sierra just texted me,” I said.
“She might have seen you here,” Joe said. “What does she want?”
“She wants to meet me at the Meet Locker tonight,” I said, still smiling as I read the text.
“You mean the coffee place?” Joe said. “I thought she didn’t drink coffee.”
“They serve tea, too,” I said, texting back. “Twenty different kinds, as a matter of fact.”
“Well, what did you tell her?” Joe asked.
“What do you think?” I said. “I said sure.”
I pretended to be cool on the outside, but on the inside—cartwheels. As we stepped out of the car, Joe didn’t seem so stoked anymore. In fact, he looked pretty bummed out.
“What’s up?” I asked. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous!”
“No!” he insisted.
“Then what?” I asked.
“How did Sierra get your number?” Joe asked. “If I remember, she wrote hers on your hand. Not the other way around.”
Joe had a point. How had she gotten my number? But after I thought about it, it clicked.
“We filled out those job applications at the Peytons’,” I said. “We had to write our telephone and e-mail addresses on them, remember?”
“Oh yeah,” Joe said, slapping his forehead.
As I adjusted the rearview mirror, I thought about my date with Sierra. First dates usually meant small talk. But this date didn’t have to go that way.
“I’m going to ask Sierra about Colin tonight,” I told Joe. “If she knows him from school, maybe she can give us some information.”
“So this will be a working date?” Joe declared. He then smirked and said, “Yeah, right.”
As I drove slowly away from Bay Academy, I took one last look at the school. Most of the kids were filing into the building, but Colin was still hanging with his friends. This time a dark-haired girl stood with them. Her back was tothe street, so I couldn’t see her face. I just knew it wasn’t Lindsay.
“Hey, Frank,” Joe said as I turned onto the highway. “I’m going to Chet’s house tonight, but I want a full report after the date.”
“About Colin?” I asked.
“About Sierra!” he said with a grin.
It wasn’t easy focusing on school or our case the rest of the day. All I could think about was my date with Sierra. Maybe “date” was too strong a word. Maybe Sierra wanted to meet because she felt bad about what had happened at the Peytons’ . . . or maybe I was overthinking the whole thing!
I got to the Meet Locker at seven forty-five and waited inside my car until four minutes past eight. Didn’t want Sierra to think I was too eager—even though I was.
By the time I walked into the Meet Locker, Sierra was already there, sitting in a cushy chair and drinking a cup of tea.
“Sorry I’m late!” I blurted out as I sank into the opposite chair.
Sierra’s eyes sparkled over her cup as she said, “You’re not late—I’m early.”
I ordered my usual iced caramel chiller. Sierra’s tea smelled like vanilla. Or was that her perfume?
“This place is packed,” I said.
“It usually is on a Friday night,” Sierra said.
Glancing around, I wondered if there were any Scaredevils in the place. Probably not. They’d be out trashing Bayport, not sitting around sipping tea and coffee.
I turned back to Sierra. She seemed relaxed for
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