Goop Soup by David Lubar

Author:David Lubar
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates

11

Follow the Leader

I waited until Mr. Murphy was half a block ahead of me. Then, with one eye on my feet and one eye on his back, I started following him. If I could trail a master spy without being noticed, that would prove how good I was.

He talked on the phone as he walked, trying to assemble a team to go after RABID. Even though he kept his voice low, I could hear most of it. That was another of my zombie skills. Living people have blood rushing through their heads, making noise. I don’t, so I can hear better. He never looked back. He never even slowed down.

This was great. After six blocks, I decided I’d sneak up right behind him and then shout, “Boo!” That way, he’d always remember I had awesome following skills. And it would be sort of fun to make him jump. He acted like he was the coolest guy in the world, and that I was nothing but a kid who had to be told what to do. After this, he’d have to respect me.

I sped up, but still kept an eye on where I was stepping. We were only two blocks from the museum. Mr. Murphy closed the phone and put it in his pocket. A second later, I saw a van cruising down the street. It wasn’t the same one from before. That one had been green. This one was black. It pulled up next to Mr. Murphy. Maybe he was getting a ride.

I guess I wouldn’t have a chance to sneak up and startle him. But I could still run over and prove that I was good at following. We’d gone all those blocks without him noticing me.

Before I could move, the door slid open. Mr. Murphy spun around. Two men leaped out and grabbed him. They dragged him to the van and tossed him inside. Then they jumped in and slammed the door.

I realized I’d just seen Mr. Murphy get kidnapped right in front of me. Maybe RABID had found him before he was able to find them. I tried to read the license plate. It was splattered with mud.

I had to tell someone from BUM. I ran to the Museum of Tile and Grout. The door was locked. I rattled it. If only I’d learned how to pick locks, I could have gotten in. But I’d failed at all my spy lessons. There was no way I was getting inside the museum tonight.

There had to be some way to get a message to BUM. Even if I had my phone, I didn’t have a number for them. I ran home and went to the computer. The first time Mr. Murphy contacted me, it had been while I was playing Vampyre Stalker. I logged in and looked around for Peter Plowshare—that’s the player name he used. He was there, right where I’d last seen him. But he was just standing with his head bowed down. That meant nobody was playing him right now.

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