Gumshoe Gang Cracks the Case by Kyla Steinkraus

Author:Kyla Steinkraus [Steinkraus, Kyla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rourke Educational Media
Published: 2018-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

“And Megan and Xavier we really mean at first recess,” Caleb said. “Megan was jealous because she think’s Alex is Miss Flores’s favorite.”

“So maybe one of them messed up my project for revenge,” I said. I didn’t like thinking about my classmates being jealous or angry at me.

Tully wrote everything down in the notebook. “Anybody else?”

“Xavier seemed worried that he would get in trouble if he didn’t do really well on his project,” Lyra said. “Maybe he thought ruining yours would make his look better.”

“Has anyone thought of aliens yet?” Rocket asked. “Maybe they came flying through the window with their super-galactic powers. They wanted to steal the excavator arm that Alex made for their own evil purposes, only they broke it on accident.”

Tully glared at Rocket. “I am not even writing that down.”

We all looked at each other. We couldn’t think of anybody else.

“What about one of the older kids? Or younger?” Caleb asked. “I always think those kindergarteners are up to no good.”

Lyra rolled her eyes up toward the sky. “Just because you think your little sister is out to ruin your life does not mean all the other little kids are too.”

Caleb shrugged. “If the shoe fits.”

“Ha, ha,” I said. “Speaking of shoes, I think we can tell from the length of the shoe print how big or small the suspect will be. Here, measure my shoe against the drawing.” I took off my shoe and held it up to the measurement. “This print is about eight inches long. I wear a size one, and my shoe is about the same size as the suspect’s.”

“Eureka!” Rocket yelled. “You’re the guilty party! You ruined your own project!”

“Calm down, Rocket,” I said. “See, my treads are square, not wavy like the print. Besides, most third graders probably have the same shoe size.”

“Measure my foot!” Caleb said. He took off his shoe and the most awful stinky sock stench filled our noses.

“Agh!” Lyra yelled, plugging her nose.

Rocket pretended to faint. “I can’t breathe!”

Caleb ignored them and held up his shoe. “I’m a size two, and my shoe is biggest.”

“You have the biggest stink, too!” Tully said. “Please put that shoe back on!”

Caleb obeyed. When we’d all recovered, we looked back over our list. “So the suspect must be a third grader,” Tully said. “Any other questions we should be asking?”

“Yes,” Rocket said. “Why do we have armpits, and more importantly, why are they smelly?”

“No, I mean questions about the case.”

“Oh. Then, nope. I’ve got nothing.”

I squeezed my eyes shut so I could think of all the possibilities, like a scientist and a detective. “We have several suspects with motive. But what about opportunity? They went back to the science lab sometime between first thing this morning and this afternoon after lunch.”

“Yes!” Tully said. She climbed to her feet and brushed off her yellow sparkly jeans. “Let’s ask Miss Flores who used hall passes.”

We dashed up to Miss Flores. She was holding her long dark hair back with both hands to keep it from flying all over her face in the wind.

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