Tangled Up in Luck by Merrill Wyatt

Author:Merrill Wyatt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books
Published: 2021-11-02T00:00:00+00:00

9 HORRIFYING DISCOVERIES AT THE FARMERS’ MARKET

Sloane stared incredulously at Amelia’s text about bribes. However, she had to admit that the other girl frequently had good ideas even if they seemed kinda strange at first. With a shrug, Sloane emptied out her piggy bank. It actually had quite a lot in it, thanks to her recent birthday.

Had she only known it, Sloane was about to pay money to get someone else closer to the missing Hoäl treasure too.

Someone who had watched Amelia’s YouTube video with interest. Someone who had just sent the girls a box of letters discovered in an old house at another estate sale three months before.

Someone who had excellent aim with a slingshot.

Had she known that, Sloane still would have paid the money.

(But Slayer Sloane would have brought along her own slingshot to the cemetery later in the week. Because it would have been game on.)

However, Sloane didn’t know any of this. Right now, she thought the idea that anyone might be using them was just paranoia. Right now, Sloane had a much bigger problem in the form of Mac Attack Snyder and her blabby mouth. Which, unfortunately, could not be fixed with a slingshot.

Sloane’s dad walked with her up to the farmers’ market on North Fulton Street. She was surprised by how easy it had been to convince him. Not only had he worked all day, he’d ordered pizza for supper so he could work on putting new tile in one of the bathrooms. And he’d hummed while doing it. Now, rather than being too tired, he’d said, “That sounds great! I think I’ll go too!” when Sloane mentioned where she was going.

When he said “great,” her dad sounded like he really meant it too.

Sloane didn’t know what to make of any of it.

However, she wasn’t nicknamed “Slayer” for nothing. As they crossed the railroad tracks that separated South Fulton Street from North Fulton Street, she forced herself to focus on the task at hand. Amelia was counting on her, and she was not about to let a friend down. Not a real friend like Amelia, just because she was having trouble with a fake friend like Mackenzie.

About a dozen canvas tents lined the sidewalk on either side of the street in front of the old brick storefronts. They were divided pretty much evenly between people selling food and people selling crafts. The food included things like vegetables, goat cheese, cookies, bread, and honey. The crafts were things like fleece hats and homemade soaps, the second of which her dad stopped to check out.

“Hey, you don’t know where Norma Cooke is, do you?” Sloane asked the beekeeper next to the soap stand.

“That lunatic?” This from a guy who regularly shoved his hand into hives housing thousands of bees so he could steal from them. “She’s over that way.”

Sloane followed his thumb toward a purple tent. It was the only tent that wasn’t either white or emblazoned with Ohio State or University of Michigan decals. While her dad chatted with the cute soap maker, Sloane went over to the purple tent.

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