added.
“You mean the rich kid?” Iola said. She shrugged. “If he’s got deep pockets, then I guess it makes sense.”
“Makes sense to me, too,” Chet said. “Colin meant business when he hurled that soda can at me. That’s one mean dude.”
“Don’t you think you should tell the cops about Colin?” Iola asked.
I frowned. “If only we could,” I said. “But Chief Olaf doesn’t listen to ‘so-called detectives.’ ”
“Plus, we don’t have any hard evidence on Colin other than that text on Tony’s phone,” Frank said. “And we can’t get our hands on that anymore.”
It made sense to me too that Colin was the Scaredevils’ringleader. Who else would have all that money to burn? But there was still something I didn’t get. . . .
“What do you think is in it for Colin?” I asked. “I mean, why would a guy who has everything want to spend his money on a bunch of stupid pranks?”
“And hang out with a bunch of Bayport High guys,” Frank said. “That’s what I don’t get.”
I watched Tony from the corner of my eye as we finished our burgers and drinks. He was smiling as he chatted up Carolyn, but every now and then his eyes would dart over to our table. When he caught me watching, he’d quickly glance away.
The guy was obviously nervous about us knowing his secret. Little did Tony know we knew more than he thought!
“Done,” Frank said, pushing away his plate.
“Me too,” I said. “Let’s figure out the check and go.”
“Why don’t we just split it?” Chet said.
“Wait a minute!” I said, leaning over to read the check. “You ordered twice as much as we did, Morton—no way are we splitting it.”
“But you guys ate my sweet potato fries!” Chet argued.
“Yeah, like one!” Iola said.
“Problem solved, you guys,” I said, reaching for my tablet. “This thing has a calculator on it—”
CRASH!!!
My hands flew over my head as glass from the window exploded across our table. For the next few seconds, everything was a blur. People were screaming and diving under tables.
When the sound of falling glass and screams died down, I slowly and carefully looked up. Iola’s hands still covered her head, while Chet crouched halfway under the table. Frank looked about as shaken up as I felt.
We weren’t the only ones. I glanced around to see parents with their arms wrapped around crying kids. Customers were frantically leaving the place, forgetting to pay their bills. Others just sat frozen in stunned silence.
“Wh-what was that?” I asked, my voice shaky.
Careful not to touch the broken glass, Frank reached out and picked up the culprit. It was a medium-size rock with the word “Scaredevils” painted across it.
It was bad enough that I was getting the Scaredevil viral videos by special delivery. Now we were getting rocks hurled through nearby windows!
“Something tells me this is getting personal,” I said.
“Jeez!” Chet cried, coming out from under the table. “We’re not even safe at the Chomp and Chew. It’s the end of civilization as we know it!”
Worried customers and waitstaff hurried over to see if we were okay. But not everyone stuck around. Tony and Carolyn were squeezing through the crowd toward the back door. Carolyn looked confused, while Tony kept glancing back nervously.
“Are you kids all right?” a worried voice asked.
I turned to see the owner of the place, Marty Rios, standing over our booth.
“We’re okay,” Frank said, forcing a smile.
“Two of my biggest waiters are outside trying to catch the punks,” Marty said. “Whoever they are.”
“Thanks, Marty,” Frank said. “But I have a feeling they ran away right after they threw the rock.”
“Who’s they?” Marty demanded.
“The Scaredevils,” Frank said, showing him the rock. “It’s a gang that’s pulling pranks around Bayport.”
“Tell that to the police as soon as they get here,” Marty suggested. “My cashier just put a call in to the
“You mean the rich kid?” Iola said. She shrugged. “If he’s got deep pockets, then I guess it makes sense.”
“Makes sense to me, too,” Chet said. “Colin meant business when he hurled that soda can at me. That’s one mean dude.”
“Don’t you think you should tell the cops about Colin?” Iola asked.
I frowned. “If only we could,” I said. “But Chief Olaf doesn’t listen to ‘so-called detectives.’ ”
“Plus, we don’t have any hard evidence on Colin other than that text on Tony’s phone,” Frank said. “And we can’t get our hands on that anymore.”
It made sense to me too that Colin was the Scaredevils’ringleader. Who else would have all that money to burn? But there was still something I didn’t get. . . .
“What do you think is in it for Colin?” I asked. “I mean, why would a guy who has everything want to spend his money on a bunch of stupid pranks?”
“And hang out with a bunch of Bayport High guys,” Frank said. “That’s what I don’t get.”
I watched Tony from the corner of my eye as we finished our burgers and drinks. He was smiling as he chatted up Carolyn, but every now and then his eyes would dart over to our table. When he caught me watching, he’d quickly glance away.
The guy was obviously nervous about us knowing his secret. Little did Tony know we knew more than he thought!
“Done,” Frank said, pushing away his plate.
“Me too,” I said. “Let’s figure out the check and go.”
“Why don’t we just split it?” Chet said.
“Wait a minute!” I said, leaning over to read the check. “You ordered twice as much as we did, Morton—no way are we splitting it.”
“But you guys ate my sweet potato fries!” Chet argued.
“Yeah, like one!” Iola said.
“Problem solved, you guys,” I said, reaching for my tablet. “This thing has a calculator on it—”
CRASH!!!
My hands flew over my head as glass from the window exploded across our table. For the next few seconds, everything was a blur. People were screaming and diving under tables.
When the sound of falling glass and screams died down, I slowly and carefully looked up. Iola’s hands still covered her head, while Chet crouched halfway under the table. Frank looked about as shaken up as I felt.
We weren’t the only ones. I glanced around to see parents with their arms wrapped around crying kids. Customers were frantically leaving the place, forgetting to pay their bills. Others just sat frozen in stunned silence.
“Wh-what was that?” I asked, my voice shaky.
Careful not to touch the broken glass, Frank reached out and picked up the culprit. It was a medium-size rock with the word “Scaredevils” painted across it.
It was bad enough that I was getting the Scaredevil viral videos by special delivery. Now we were getting rocks hurled through nearby windows!
“Something tells me this is getting personal,” I said.
“Jeez!” Chet cried, coming out from under the table. “We’re not even safe at the Chomp and Chew. It’s the end of civilization as we know it!”
Worried customers and waitstaff hurried over to see if we were okay. But not everyone stuck around. Tony and Carolyn were squeezing through the crowd toward the back door. Carolyn looked confused, while Tony kept glancing back nervously.
“Are you kids all right?” a worried voice asked.
I turned to see the owner of the place, Marty Rios, standing over our booth.
“We’re okay,” Frank said, forcing a smile.
“Two of my biggest waiters are outside trying to catch the punks,” Marty said. “Whoever they are.”
“Thanks, Marty,” Frank said. “But I have a feeling they ran away right after they threw the rock.”
“Who’s they?” Marty demanded.
“The Scaredevils,” Frank said, showing him the rock. “It’s a gang that’s pulling pranks around Bayport.”
“Tell that to the police as soon as they get here,” Marty suggested. “My cashier just put a call in to the
Similar Books
