Clue at Black Creek Farm by Keene Carolyn

Author:Keene, Carolyn [Keene, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Childrens, Young Adult, Crime, Adventure, thriller
ISBN: 9781481429412
Amazon: 1481429418
Goodreads: 27408408
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2015-05-12T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Trouble in the Barn

“I HATE THIS,” BESS GRUMPED as she laid out one of the sleeping bags Sam and Abby had loaned us in the tent they’d also loaned us.

“Come on, Bess,” I chided, bumping her shoulder playfully (which was super easy to do, since the tent was only about five feet across). “We got to have a hot dog cookout for dinner!”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that really made my day, Nancy. Because I am nine years old.”

“Anyway,” I said, fluffing my pillow, “I thought you were invested in the case now?”

Bess groaned. “Couldn’t I be invested while we watched the footage from a video camera or something?”

I shook my head. “There’s no way a video camera could cover the same amount of space as two sets of human eyes and ears,” I explained. “Besides, I want to catch whoever is doing this quickly! The sooner we get this figured out, the sooner everything can go back to normal at Black Creek Farm.”

“And with Sam,” Bess added quietly, her face drooping.

“And Sam,” I confirmed. The kindly farmer had seemed sort of embarrassed when he’d learned that Bess and I knew he had cancer. He apologized for not telling us but repeated what Abby had said—he didn’t want anyone to treat him any differently. And he thought it was irrelevant to the case.

But is it? I bit my lip now, remembering how upset Jack had seemed that morning, and even earlier, the night of the buffet. It had been perfectly clear that Jack didn’t support his father’s decision to become a farmer. Could he really care more about his inheritance than his father’s happiness? I wondered. Does he think if he ruins Black Creek’s reputation, Sam will close the farm and stop losing money by chasing his dream?

Bess yawned loudly, cutting off my gloomy train of thought. I turned and found her stretched out on her sleeping bag.

“How are we doing this?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

“We take shifts,” I explained. We’d discussed this over hot dogs, but I was getting the sense that Bess was pretty worn out. I should have been too, but I guessed adrenaline was keeping me going. The thrill of the chase. “Two hours each. I can take the first shift,” I offered. “You go to sleep. It’s ten now—I’ll wake you up at midnight. Okay?”

“Okay,” Bess agreed. But her voice was muffled as she was already climbing into her sleeping bag. Abby had loaned us T-shirts and sweatpants to sleep in. It was slightly cool in the tent; perfect sleeping weather.

“I’ll sit outside,” I said, climbing out the tent’s zippered door. We’d set up the tent on a small hill that overlooked the fields of crops—as close to having a view of the whole farm as I could find.

I settled myself on a rock next to a tree and turned to position an old camping lantern the Heyworths had lent me. I kept the lantern off so our campsite wouldn’t attract any attention; the moon was nearly full, casting plenty of light to see into the fields.

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