Sleepover Stakeout (9780545443111) by Kim Harrington Read Free Book Online Page B

squinting because I can’t read the board very well. I might … need glasses.”
    â€œOh,” Darcy said slowly, making a giant O with her mouth. “When did you find out? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
    I felt a pang of guilt. It was true; Darcy and I usually told each other everything immediately. “Just yesterday,” I explained. “I’m going to the eye place tonight.” After reading the note from Mr. Mahoney, Mom and Dad had spared no time in getting me a quick appointment at an eyeglass place at the mall. They also conveniently make your glasses in one hour as you wait, so tomorrow I could be showing up at school with four eyes.
    Darcy shook her head. “And I’m getting my stupid braces on this afternoon!”
    I patted her hand. “That stinks. I’m sorry,” I said sadly.
    â€œBut hey,” Darcy said, brightening, “I did some Internet research last night on the range of Maya’s baby monitor. I have computer lab next. If I finish the class work early, I’m going to use the rest of the time to figure out the area of Maya’s neighborhood we have to work with.”
    â€œCool,” I said. I had no doubt she’d finish her computer work early.
    Mrs. Feldman, our social studies teacher, strolled in and started talking about a new project we had to work on: a paper on World War II. She said, “You can work on this project individually or in teams of two.”
    Darcy looked over at me and whispered, “Partners?”
    â€œAlways,” I said back with a smile.
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    After the last bell, Fiona came up to my locker and said, “Close your eyes and say ‘oh’ real slow.”
    Um, ooookay. Though I was suspicious, I let my eyes close and said, “Ohhhhhh,” until I felt a gooey grossness on my lips. My eyes snapped open and caught Fiona with a little pink wand in her hand. It was a lip gloss sneak attack.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” I snapped.
    Fiona shook her head and capped the gloss. “It was wrong.”
    â€œYeah, no kidding. You can’t just walk up to some unsuspecting person and makeup them.”
    She rolled her eyes and put one hand on the hip of her belted red sweaterdress. “I’m not saying I did anything wrong. I’m saying my idea was wrong. I thought the thing your look was missing was a little shimmering lip color. But that’s not it.”
    I almost growled at her. “Fiona. Just give up already. I look how I look.”
    She tilted her head to the side. “When astrologers find some new thing in the sky and they don’t know what it is, do they give up?”
    â€œIt’s astronomers, actually, but no, they don’t.”
    â€œThen I’m not giving up either. I will find the right stylistic choice for you. If it’s the last thing I do!” She raised her fist in the air dramatically.
    Darcy chose that moment to walk up to my locker. She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t know if I should ask what’s going on or run like the wind.”
    â€œRun,” I said, laughing. “Run while you can.”
    She waved a piece of paper in the air. “But then I wouldn’t be able to show you guys where our suspects live….”
    I snatched the paper out of her hand. “You did it? You figured out the range? You’re a genius!”
    Darcy gave a little bow.
    Fiona peeked over my shoulder. “What are we looking at here?”
    I squinted at the paper. Now that I realized I was doing it so much, it seemed like I was squinting all the time. I brought it closer to my face, and the photo got clearer. It was a satellite picture, an aerial view. “This is Maya’s neighborhood,” I said.
    â€œOnce I found out the range of the baby monitor,” Darcy explained, “I figured out the radius around Maya’s house that her monitor could pick up. Then I used Google Earth and Maps to create