It was the mystery of the century and the Deadwood Detective Agents were already unraveling the clues. Well, maybe we hadn’t unraveled anything yet, but the boys and I had dubbed the case The Haunting of Whodunit Hill. I’d also listed the clues on slip of paper. Then we’d arranged to meet at the Root & Shoot Greengrocer to interview the witness.
As one of the Deadwood Detective Agency’s top twelve-year-old sleuths I was already at the market searching the parking lot for my partners Seth Holloway and Oliver (a.k.a. Twist) Twist Twistleton. I glanced at my watch. It was a little past noon.
Where were they? I paced in front of the Greengrocer for what seemed like forever. Finally
I spotted Seth—a tall, slim sleuth like me was fiddling with …show more content…
He’s late
So where you.
“What time is it?”
“A quarter past.”
“We agreed to meet at noon.”
“Hello, fellow Sueths,” Twist greeted us. “Let’s make this an exceptional day and solve our case. So, Madison do you got the clues?”
I handed him the list and he read them aloud: “Two ghouls were seen dancing down Main Street in their housecoats and underwear. One phone call to Miss Simms on the afternoon that she saw something in a Willaston place window.”
“The callers voice was disguised,” I added.
“They doesn’t make any sense,” Seth said. “Ghosts can’t dance.”
“You’re correct, Twist agreed. “Let’s questions the witness. Maybe she can provide us with a logic explanation.”
We follow him inside and cornered, I mean found Miss Simms —her long blond hair piled high atop her head— at a checkout stand scanning groceries. She saw us and waved. I think she was trying to shoe us away but we were persistent it was part of the job. I grabbed a candy and jumped in line the boys were right behind me.
“Miss Simms we just a few questions we’ll make it quick,” I promised.
“I’m kind of busy.” she said scanning the bar.
A bagger asked, paper or