returned any of my messages
lately. Is everything okay with her? How’s
Ben?”
She’d hit the nail on the head.
“I’ve got a run, Mrs. Chen,” he said. “Thanks
for the ride!”
“O-Okay then,” she said quietly. “See you
boys after practice.”
As Timothy entered the locker room, he
realized he didn’t want to be there. After
everything that had happened that day, al he
real y wanted to do was curl up in bed and
real y wanted to do was curl up in bed and
continue reading The Clue of the Incomplete
Corpse. He was determined to nd his own
clue regarding the names writ en on pages 102,
149, and 203. Maybe the answer was in the
story.
The locker room’s dim lighting, high ceilings,
and dark stone wal s created a unique cryptlike
atmosphere deep inside the building. Timothy
found a spot in the farthest corner away from
the showers, hidden at the end of the longest
row of lockers. From his bag, he lifted away the
mysterious book and careful y placed it onto
the bench beside him.
“Let’s hustle, July,” cal ed Coach Thom from
the far end of the row. Clapping his hands and
moving on, he shouted, “Water’s waiting, Chen.
Move it.”
Timothy’s face burned. So much for hiding
out now. He ung his bag into the nearest
locker. He quickly changed into his bathing
suit, before grabbing the book from the bench.
Zelda Kite’s worried eyes glanced over
Zelda Kite’s worried eyes glanced over
Timothy’s shoulder, as if she knew that
someone had crept up behind him.
Spinning around, Timothy was met with a
smile by Stuart, standing inches away. Timothy
nearly jumped but managed to control himself.
“What do you want?” he said.
“Scare you?” said Stuart. “Sorry.”
“You didn’t scare me,” said Timothy. “I just
didn’t expect you there.”
“Right.” Stuart brie y looked at the book in
Timothy’s hands. “Pret y funny what happened
today, don’t you think?”
Timothy shoved the book into his locker,
snatched his towel o the oor, and wrapped it
around his shoulders. “What was funny?”
“What happened to your partner,” said
Stuart. “The water bal oon?”
“How do you know it was a water bal oon?”
said Timothy, playing the game.
Stuart smiled. “Whatever, dude. We al
thought it was pret y funny.”
thought it was pret y funny.”
“Wel , I didn’t. I got pret y soaked.”
“Whose fault was that?”
Timothy shook his head. “Are you saying I
threw the water bal oon at myself?”
“No. I’m saying you were too close. You
stand next to the target, you get wet.”
“Stuart …” Timothy’ face turned red. “You’re
such a … a fart-slap.”
“A fart-slap?” said Stuart, laughing. “What the
heck is a fart-slap?”
Timothy stared at the oor, thinking of
Abigail’s cleverness. “It’s not good,” he
answered, then climbed over the bench and
brushed past Stuart, heading for the showers.
12.
The water was cold. Swimming freestyle,
Timothy stared at the ceramic tiles drifting
away into the hazy deep end. When he reached
the wal underneath the diving platforms, he
noticed that Coach Thom was speaking with
Stuart, two lanes over and a pool length away.
Stuart sat on the water’s edge in the shal ow
end. Their voices echoed throughout the large
room.
“Where was it?” said Thom.
Stuart shook his head, closed his eyes, then
pointed at the deep end. Thom peered into the
water. “I’ve got a clear view of the entire
bot om of the pool, Chen. I can assure you, I
don’t see any monsters. You want to get back in
the water now?”
Monsters? Timothy chuckled before he
ducked back under and pushed o the wal .
What a freak! He’d heard a ton of excuses for
What a freak! He’d heard a ton of excuses for
wanting to sit out a lap or two, but that was the
craziest in a very long time.
The weird thing, though, was that Stuart had
looked truly scared. Timothy swept the bot om
of the pool with
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