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Authors: Trevor Schmidt
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Ezra received his flier and skimmed it, looking mainly at the pictures of happy teens in front of various famous monuments. The Eiffel Tower, Versailles, and the TGV were the three prominent photos. Ezra remembered from a French lesson in Junior High that the TGV stood for âTrain à Grand Vitesse,â or, âhigh-speed train.â He couldnât remember how fast it went, but he knew it was faster than any train in the U.S.
The noise level in the class increased wildly as the other students spoke back and forth about the trip.
âTen days?â the boy behind Ezra said surprised.
âI have to go!â a girl said back.
Ezra turned to his left and saw Addie pointing enthusiastically to her flier. He turned back to Mason and Madison who were sitting on his right.
âWhat are the chances we can get our parents to let us go?â he asked.
âMaybe if we get perfect grades and suck up to mom and dad,â Madison mused.
âI donât have a problem with that,â Mason replied jovially. âItâd be worth it.â
âYou were always great at sucking up to mom and dad.â
âHey, you donât have to because youâre daddyâs little princess. I have no shame in sucking up to get what I want.â
âWell, thereâs no telling what Iâll have to do to go,â Ezra said sighing. âMaybe Iâll be my dadâs personal assistant until I graduate.â
Madame Durand spoke in more detail about the trip and then continued with her normal lesson plan. However, not surprisingly, most of the class still spoke in whispers about the trip.
With each class that came and went, Ezra and the twins tried to come up with a plan for after school. They didnât want to call the police and be charged with raising a false alarm by not having the evidence they needed to bust the thief. They had to find out the truth behind the heist. And fast.
Finally, it was time for their last class. Ezra sat tapping his foot in time to the teacher writing on the board. Madison was taking down notes on her notepad and when the teacher stopped writing on the board she wrote in the margins to Ezra, who quickly wrote a reply while Mr. Casey wasnât looking.
Mr. Caseyâs history class was the most lax in the school. Half the class sat texting under their desks or playing games on their phones. Blain âThe Brainâ was on the other side of the room, no doubt drawing tanks or some kind of war machine. Mr. Casey turned around from the board and Blain nearly jumped out of his seat in surprise.
Carson snickered from behind Blain and whispered something to him. The comment was surely snide but Ezra couldnât make out what he said.
Ezra shrugged it off and began playing with the purple matchbook he found on the MAX weeks ago. âHotel DeLuxe.â He knew that hotel. It was the only hotel within a few blocks of the Ancient Artifacts Museum. What was it doing on the MAX?
Madison prodded him with her pencil, snapping him out of his thought process. She pointed down at their note page. Who will you talk to first? Was written in quick clumsy letters.
Ezra wrote back, Tanya.
Iâm sure she did it! Madison wrote.
Weâll see.
The bell rang and Mr. Casey, taken by surprise as usual, rushed to tell them about their homework assignment. As usual, half of the class was out the door before he could finish. Ezra packed up his bag and turned to Madison and Mason.
âYou two ready?â
âLetâs do it,â the twins said in unison.
10
The MAX ride seemed longer than usual. Ezra felt his stomach turn with anticipation. This could be it, he thought. This could be the end of the case.
The railcar went through the tunnel near the Portland Zoo. Pretty soon they would be near downtown and the Ancient Artifacts Museum. As they passed Goose Hollow Station, Madison opened her bag and pulled out a small object that looked like a
Ezra received his flier and skimmed it, looking mainly at the pictures of happy teens in front of various famous monuments. The Eiffel Tower, Versailles, and the TGV were the three prominent photos. Ezra remembered from a French lesson in Junior High that the TGV stood for âTrain à Grand Vitesse,â or, âhigh-speed train.â He couldnât remember how fast it went, but he knew it was faster than any train in the U.S.
The noise level in the class increased wildly as the other students spoke back and forth about the trip.
âTen days?â the boy behind Ezra said surprised.
âI have to go!â a girl said back.
Ezra turned to his left and saw Addie pointing enthusiastically to her flier. He turned back to Mason and Madison who were sitting on his right.
âWhat are the chances we can get our parents to let us go?â he asked.
âMaybe if we get perfect grades and suck up to mom and dad,â Madison mused.
âI donât have a problem with that,â Mason replied jovially. âItâd be worth it.â
âYou were always great at sucking up to mom and dad.â
âHey, you donât have to because youâre daddyâs little princess. I have no shame in sucking up to get what I want.â
âWell, thereâs no telling what Iâll have to do to go,â Ezra said sighing. âMaybe Iâll be my dadâs personal assistant until I graduate.â
Madame Durand spoke in more detail about the trip and then continued with her normal lesson plan. However, not surprisingly, most of the class still spoke in whispers about the trip.
With each class that came and went, Ezra and the twins tried to come up with a plan for after school. They didnât want to call the police and be charged with raising a false alarm by not having the evidence they needed to bust the thief. They had to find out the truth behind the heist. And fast.
Finally, it was time for their last class. Ezra sat tapping his foot in time to the teacher writing on the board. Madison was taking down notes on her notepad and when the teacher stopped writing on the board she wrote in the margins to Ezra, who quickly wrote a reply while Mr. Casey wasnât looking.
Mr. Caseyâs history class was the most lax in the school. Half the class sat texting under their desks or playing games on their phones. Blain âThe Brainâ was on the other side of the room, no doubt drawing tanks or some kind of war machine. Mr. Casey turned around from the board and Blain nearly jumped out of his seat in surprise.
Carson snickered from behind Blain and whispered something to him. The comment was surely snide but Ezra couldnât make out what he said.
Ezra shrugged it off and began playing with the purple matchbook he found on the MAX weeks ago. âHotel DeLuxe.â He knew that hotel. It was the only hotel within a few blocks of the Ancient Artifacts Museum. What was it doing on the MAX?
Madison prodded him with her pencil, snapping him out of his thought process. She pointed down at their note page. Who will you talk to first? Was written in quick clumsy letters.
Ezra wrote back, Tanya.
Iâm sure she did it! Madison wrote.
Weâll see.
The bell rang and Mr. Casey, taken by surprise as usual, rushed to tell them about their homework assignment. As usual, half of the class was out the door before he could finish. Ezra packed up his bag and turned to Madison and Mason.
âYou two ready?â
âLetâs do it,â the twins said in unison.
10
The MAX ride seemed longer than usual. Ezra felt his stomach turn with anticipation. This could be it, he thought. This could be the end of the case.
The railcar went through the tunnel near the Portland Zoo. Pretty soon they would be near downtown and the Ancient Artifacts Museum. As they passed Goose Hollow Station, Madison opened her bag and pulled out a small object that looked like a
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