Spike by Reichs Kathy & Reichs Brendan

Author:Reichs, Kathy & Reichs, Brendan [Reichs, Kathy & Reichs, Brendan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action & Adventure, Children's Books, Young Adult, Mysteries & Detectives, Mystery, Adventure, Science Fiction, Children's eBooks, Fantasy
Amazon: B01AHKXHSO
Goodreads: 28807788
Publisher: Puffin Books
Published: 2016-02-02T08:00:00+00:00

Applause thundered inside the ballroom.

The wedding cake had arrived, and another speech was taking place.

I knew what came next. Cutting. Pictures. Whitney and Kit hand-feeding each other like dorks. Tiny plates being distributed amongst the guests.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

The bowl. The liquid. The brush. Smeared icing.

Biggs had done something terrible, I just knew it.

I let them wheel that sucker out of here, without saying a word.

Should we stop it? Ben asked. I must’ve inadvertently broadcast my thought.

I wavered, unable to decide. Was I being paranoid?

I didn’t know anything. Biggs had definitely messed with the cake, but what if he really was supposed to be there? It’s not like I had the freaking catering staff memorized. Maybe being a suspicious jerk just came naturally to him.

No. I trusted my gut. This felt all wrong.

I reached out with my thoughts. Shelton, where did Biggs go?

His response was faint. We couldn’t see each other, and were almost out of communication range. We’re in the men’s room. I found him inside, but he didn’t notice me. Right now he’s washing the bejesus out of that metal bowl.

“Not good,” Ben grumbled, eavesdropping on our communications.

I wholeheartedly agreed. Hi, you have eyes on the cake?

Affirmative. It’s parked near the dance floor, but they haven’t touched it yet. Kit’s mother is blabbering about horseshoes or something. I think she’s drunk. Tempe’s trying to pull her aside. Oh man, the cake looks delicious.

Don’t let anyone eat a piece. Not yet.

Hiram’s reply was laced with annoyance. How am I supposed to do that?

Use your imagination.

Shelton’s voice cut into our headspace. Biggs trashed the bowl, and then flushed the note! That’s weird, right?

My stomach dropped. Worse and worse. Don’t let him leave the building!

What? HOW?!?

Improvise! I had no idea either.

“You think he’s trying to poison people?” Ben asked me in a sharp voice. It was almost jarring to hear words spoken out loud.

“I don’t know!” I was suddenly pacing. “Should we barge in there and stop the cake ceremony? We’ll look like lunatics. No one would understand, and I can’t prove anything!”

Ben winced. “Whitney might burst into flames.”

My eyes fell on the notepad lying on the carpet. I rushed forward and grabbed it.

“What’s that?” Ben said.

A blank sheet stared up at me. I flipped through the rest of the pages. More of the same.

“Nothing.” Then an idea struck me. “Unless . . .”

In the corner of the room was a small table with a desk lamp. I raced over and switched on the light. Held the notepad close to the bulb. Angled it slowly. “Ben, look!”

When tilted just so, I could see faint characters indented into the top sheet.

I stared at the marks until my eyes watered, but even with my enhanced vision I couldn’t make anything out. I handed the pad to Ben, but he had no better luck.

“Damn it!” Ben growled. “Whatever was written here, he really didn’t want us to see it.”

“But we can!” I blurted, eyes rounding. “I need a pencil!”

Ben gave me a puzzled look, but he’d learned when to hold his tongue.

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