and saw Mike and Amy. He tried to remain calm. “Someone stole my bike!”
“Did you lock it?” asked Amy.
“Yeah, I lock it every day. But nobody’s bike ever gets stolen here.”
“I bet it was that kid you hit with the ball,” Mike said.
Sam thought for a minute. “Ben? Yeah. He would do something like that.”
“You can’t just say it was him because you don’t like him,” said Amy.
“Yeah, well, who else would do it?” Sam wondered.
“Could be anybody,” said Amy.
“You don’t get it. This just doesn’t happen. I mean, you couldn’t ride it around or anything. Everybody knows everybody else’s bike. Okay?” Sam was getting worked up. “I know it was him.”
“You can’t
know
that. I mean, how can you prove it?” asked Amy.
“If you saw it at his house, or saw him with it, that’d prove it,” said Mike.
“Duh,” was Amy’s response to Mike’s logic.
“I mean, if someone could get into his house undetected, look around in his garage or something,” said Mike.
“What? You want to break into his house? That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard,” said Amy.
“Not if no one could see you.” A slow smile crept across Mike’s face. Sam stared, stupefied, and Amy gulped. It was going to be an interesting evening.
12
MIKE AND AMY sat at the kitchen table as they looked through a yellow phonebook. Amy ran her finger down the page of names.
“Daniels. That’s his last name, right?” asked Amy.
“Yeah,” said Mike.
“Okay, here it is,” she said, finding the entry in the phonebook. “Only one in town. Twelve Shayler Lane.”
“I know where that is,” said Mike.
“Hold on,” said Amy. “Shayler Lane … isn’t that the street that Diane and Darren Miller lived on?”
“Who?” Mike asked.
“Those kids that are missing,” said Amy. “Wait a second.” She flipped through the phonebook, looking for “Miller.” “Here it is. Yeah, they lived on Shayler Lane. Hey, maybe you shouldn’t go.”
“Why not? I mean, they didn’t get taken from there.”
“I guess you’re right,” said Amy.
“Besides, nobody’s gonna see me.”
Laura walked over to them from the stove, where she had been cooking. “I’m on to you.”
Amy quickly shut the phonebook and looked up, surprised. “What?”
“The cake? The candy?” asked Laura.
Amy sighed, relieved. “What cake, Mom?”
“I don’t mind giving you kids sweets, but you need to keep it within reason.”
“What? What happened?” asked Amy.
“Well, someone’s been sneaking treats.”
“Okay, Mom, we’ll do better,” said Amy, her eyes shooting daggers at Mike.
Laura went back to preparing dinner, and Amy whacked Mike on the back of his head.
“Hey! What’s that for?”
“You used your shirt to sneak snacks, didn’t you?”
“What’s the big deal?” Mike asked.
“The big deal is that if you keep it up, they might wonder how you’re doing it—and they might start asking questions. Just knock it off, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever,” said Mike. He hated being told what to do, but Amy did have a point. After what happened to Sam, Mike was starting to understand the value of protecting their secret powers.
Mike and Amy stood by the front door. In the kitchen, Laura and David were cleaning up after dinner.
“You have forty-five minutes,” said Amy.
“Okay,” Mike replied as he lifted his flannel shirt off over his head and disappeared.
Amy stood still, waiting for Mike to leave. “Okay, are you going?”
“Just think it’s so cool you can’t see me,” said Mike’s voice.
“Well get over it, genius. Just be back in forty-five minutes. And be careful.”
13
SHAYLER LANE WAS in a more modest section of Falton. Duplexes and apartment homes lined the street. Located off of Main Street, it was about half a mile from the town park where the carnival had taken place and Darren and Diane Miller had been kidnapped.
A long row of bushes rustled as Mike sprinted past them. He
“Did you lock it?” asked Amy.
“Yeah, I lock it every day. But nobody’s bike ever gets stolen here.”
“I bet it was that kid you hit with the ball,” Mike said.
Sam thought for a minute. “Ben? Yeah. He would do something like that.”
“You can’t just say it was him because you don’t like him,” said Amy.
“Yeah, well, who else would do it?” Sam wondered.
“Could be anybody,” said Amy.
“You don’t get it. This just doesn’t happen. I mean, you couldn’t ride it around or anything. Everybody knows everybody else’s bike. Okay?” Sam was getting worked up. “I know it was him.”
“You can’t
know
that. I mean, how can you prove it?” asked Amy.
“If you saw it at his house, or saw him with it, that’d prove it,” said Mike.
“Duh,” was Amy’s response to Mike’s logic.
“I mean, if someone could get into his house undetected, look around in his garage or something,” said Mike.
“What? You want to break into his house? That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard,” said Amy.
“Not if no one could see you.” A slow smile crept across Mike’s face. Sam stared, stupefied, and Amy gulped. It was going to be an interesting evening.
12
MIKE AND AMY sat at the kitchen table as they looked through a yellow phonebook. Amy ran her finger down the page of names.
“Daniels. That’s his last name, right?” asked Amy.
“Yeah,” said Mike.
“Okay, here it is,” she said, finding the entry in the phonebook. “Only one in town. Twelve Shayler Lane.”
“I know where that is,” said Mike.
“Hold on,” said Amy. “Shayler Lane … isn’t that the street that Diane and Darren Miller lived on?”
“Who?” Mike asked.
“Those kids that are missing,” said Amy. “Wait a second.” She flipped through the phonebook, looking for “Miller.” “Here it is. Yeah, they lived on Shayler Lane. Hey, maybe you shouldn’t go.”
“Why not? I mean, they didn’t get taken from there.”
“I guess you’re right,” said Amy.
“Besides, nobody’s gonna see me.”
Laura walked over to them from the stove, where she had been cooking. “I’m on to you.”
Amy quickly shut the phonebook and looked up, surprised. “What?”
“The cake? The candy?” asked Laura.
Amy sighed, relieved. “What cake, Mom?”
“I don’t mind giving you kids sweets, but you need to keep it within reason.”
“What? What happened?” asked Amy.
“Well, someone’s been sneaking treats.”
“Okay, Mom, we’ll do better,” said Amy, her eyes shooting daggers at Mike.
Laura went back to preparing dinner, and Amy whacked Mike on the back of his head.
“Hey! What’s that for?”
“You used your shirt to sneak snacks, didn’t you?”
“What’s the big deal?” Mike asked.
“The big deal is that if you keep it up, they might wonder how you’re doing it—and they might start asking questions. Just knock it off, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever,” said Mike. He hated being told what to do, but Amy did have a point. After what happened to Sam, Mike was starting to understand the value of protecting their secret powers.
Mike and Amy stood by the front door. In the kitchen, Laura and David were cleaning up after dinner.
“You have forty-five minutes,” said Amy.
“Okay,” Mike replied as he lifted his flannel shirt off over his head and disappeared.
Amy stood still, waiting for Mike to leave. “Okay, are you going?”
“Just think it’s so cool you can’t see me,” said Mike’s voice.
“Well get over it, genius. Just be back in forty-five minutes. And be careful.”
13
SHAYLER LANE WAS in a more modest section of Falton. Duplexes and apartment homes lined the street. Located off of Main Street, it was about half a mile from the town park where the carnival had taken place and Darren and Diane Miller had been kidnapped.
A long row of bushes rustled as Mike sprinted past them. He
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