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whenever you’re not around, but if you ask me? These are a bunch of kids egging teachers’ houses. I don’t think they’re nearly as ‘dangerous’ as they’d like you to believe.”
Bess tapped her lip thoughtfully. “We don’t know that, though.”
I groaned. “No, I think George is right,” I muttered. “We’re barking up the wrong tree. What do you think—should we just bail? The last thing I need is to explain to my dad why I was arrested in Boylestown for vandalizing some teacher’s house.”
George sighed and looked out the windshield. I could tell she was as disheartened as I was.
“Here’s the thing.” Bess held up a finger, and her clear, confident tone made both of us turn to face her in the backseat. “We struck out tonight; that’s clear. But there’s still some weird stuff going on with the GreenClub. They’re the only organization we know that has a definite issue with Carrie’s sports complex plan. And we still don’t know why Eloise had the BTA stationery in her locker, which seems fishy to me, to say the least.”
I twisted my lips to the side, fiddling with my seat belt. Bess was right. But I hated how few answers we were finding.
“I say we keep going,” Bess said. “We may still learn something that will be valuable down the line. And either way, Nance, despite my teasing, I do think it makes sense to keep Barney close. He definitely knows what’s going on with this club, and he might tell you everything you need to know, if you ask nicely.”
I looked at George. She turned to face me, and I could see that she saw the wisdom in Bess’s words too.
“I hate it when she’s right,” George said after a moment.
I nodded and put the key in the ignition. “So it’s settled. We continue with the mission and try to learn what we can.”
Bess nodded. “Settled,” she said, putting out her fist.
“Settled,” George added, tapping her fist to Bess’s.
“Settled,” I said, adding my fist to make it a trio. “Let’s just hope we don’t get arrested.”
Mr. Karlowski lived in a modest neighborhood up in the hills of Boylestown. I drove through the mazelike streets until I located his barn-red ranch house and saw several other beat-up cars parked on the street nearby.
“Here goes,” I said.
I turned off the ignition, and the three of us unclicked our seat belts and climbed out of the car, trying to make as little noise as possible. Barney had climbed out of an ancient black Ford down the street and gestured to us to hang tight—and stay quiet.
“Little speed bump. We have a special ally showing up with the eggs,” he whispered. “Stay put until then.”
We all nodded and climbed back into my car.
“Seriously?” George asked, annoyance edging her voice. “She didn’t even bring eggs ? What kind of amateur hour is this?”
Bess looked amused. “Like you’re some great expert on egging houses?”
“If you’re going to egg a house, bring eggs. It’s simple logic! ” George fired back, glaring at her cousin in the rearview mirror. “I officially doubt that these guys are involved in harassing Carrie. They’re not organized enough.”
After a few minutes a brown SUV with tinted windows pulled up and parked right in front of Barney’s car. We all watched carefully as the door opened and a dark shape climbed out, arms laden with full egg cartons. At first all we could make out was a dark profile, but then the shape moved to Barney’s window, passing under a streetlight, and knocked.
“Oh noooooo ,” George whispered, watching intently, her face paling. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me. I thought this couldn’t get any worse.”
I looked to where she was looking but couldn’t see any cause for distress; the shape had morphed into an older, bulkier-looking version of Barney. This version had dark hair cropped close to his head, and he worea rumpled-looking button-down shirt instead of a T-shirt, but the resemblance was
Bess tapped her lip thoughtfully. “We don’t know that, though.”
I groaned. “No, I think George is right,” I muttered. “We’re barking up the wrong tree. What do you think—should we just bail? The last thing I need is to explain to my dad why I was arrested in Boylestown for vandalizing some teacher’s house.”
George sighed and looked out the windshield. I could tell she was as disheartened as I was.
“Here’s the thing.” Bess held up a finger, and her clear, confident tone made both of us turn to face her in the backseat. “We struck out tonight; that’s clear. But there’s still some weird stuff going on with the GreenClub. They’re the only organization we know that has a definite issue with Carrie’s sports complex plan. And we still don’t know why Eloise had the BTA stationery in her locker, which seems fishy to me, to say the least.”
I twisted my lips to the side, fiddling with my seat belt. Bess was right. But I hated how few answers we were finding.
“I say we keep going,” Bess said. “We may still learn something that will be valuable down the line. And either way, Nance, despite my teasing, I do think it makes sense to keep Barney close. He definitely knows what’s going on with this club, and he might tell you everything you need to know, if you ask nicely.”
I looked at George. She turned to face me, and I could see that she saw the wisdom in Bess’s words too.
“I hate it when she’s right,” George said after a moment.
I nodded and put the key in the ignition. “So it’s settled. We continue with the mission and try to learn what we can.”
Bess nodded. “Settled,” she said, putting out her fist.
“Settled,” George added, tapping her fist to Bess’s.
“Settled,” I said, adding my fist to make it a trio. “Let’s just hope we don’t get arrested.”
Mr. Karlowski lived in a modest neighborhood up in the hills of Boylestown. I drove through the mazelike streets until I located his barn-red ranch house and saw several other beat-up cars parked on the street nearby.
“Here goes,” I said.
I turned off the ignition, and the three of us unclicked our seat belts and climbed out of the car, trying to make as little noise as possible. Barney had climbed out of an ancient black Ford down the street and gestured to us to hang tight—and stay quiet.
“Little speed bump. We have a special ally showing up with the eggs,” he whispered. “Stay put until then.”
We all nodded and climbed back into my car.
“Seriously?” George asked, annoyance edging her voice. “She didn’t even bring eggs ? What kind of amateur hour is this?”
Bess looked amused. “Like you’re some great expert on egging houses?”
“If you’re going to egg a house, bring eggs. It’s simple logic! ” George fired back, glaring at her cousin in the rearview mirror. “I officially doubt that these guys are involved in harassing Carrie. They’re not organized enough.”
After a few minutes a brown SUV with tinted windows pulled up and parked right in front of Barney’s car. We all watched carefully as the door opened and a dark shape climbed out, arms laden with full egg cartons. At first all we could make out was a dark profile, but then the shape moved to Barney’s window, passing under a streetlight, and knocked.
“Oh noooooo ,” George whispered, watching intently, her face paling. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me. I thought this couldn’t get any worse.”
I looked to where she was looking but couldn’t see any cause for distress; the shape had morphed into an older, bulkier-looking version of Barney. This version had dark hair cropped close to his head, and he worea rumpled-looking button-down shirt instead of a T-shirt, but the resemblance was
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