The Department of Lost Dogs by Josephine Cameron

Author:Josephine Cameron
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)

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All morning, my brain wouldn’t stop spinning. What kind of ideas would Heaven need to run by the dog trainer? It wasn’t like Roo was launching an acting career. From what she’d told me, all it would take for the studio to shut down Bentley Knows was one small catastrophe. As far as I knew, there were exactly two people who would be better off if that happened. Heaven, because she’d get out of her contract. And Raúl, who obviously did not like working with Mrs. Boone.

One person who wouldn’t be better off? Me. I’d already rewatched Bentley Knows twice. I was bored of reruns. The way I saw it, if Hollywood was going to take over my house and ruin Restorative Week? I’d better get a new season out of the deal.

“Do you want to go back to the Perro and watch the filming?” I asked as we crossed the street to Paradiso Park. I wanted to snoop around. If sabotage was in the works, someone needed to stop it.

Epic thought I was joking. “Definitely,” he said. “And maybe we can help the Boones set up some big publicity stunt for Pico. You could do his makeup.”

He laughed so hard at his own joke that he snarfed.

“Normal day!” Elvis yelled, and threw herself into a cartwheel. It did feel good. Hanging out with El and Epic with nothing to do but live out our school motto: Follow Your Curiosity. The sleuthing could wait.

At the farmers’ market, Epic found some tinkering supplies, and Elvis smelled every single one of the oils at Flo’s Floral Essences. She even gave me one of my dollars back so I could get a half-broken pendulum from the Martinez Antiques dollar bin. It looked like a chipped crystal teardrop on a rusty chain.

“Is it jewelry?” Elvis asked.

“It’s a dowsing crystal,” I said. “For psychic location.” It was ridiculous to think that a piece of rock could find anything, but it’d be helpful to have one. For research.

“Ew! Smell this eucalyptus.” Elvis handed me a vial.

“What is that? It smells familiar.” I passed it on to Epic, who took a whiff.

“Smells like El’s feet.”

“Ha! Exactly!”

“Give it!” El snatched the vial back and waved it under her nose a second time. “Oh! You’re right,” she said with a surprised grin. “That totally smells like my feet!”

It was starting to feel like old times. Which I guess should have been a warning. Like Heaven said, time doesn’t move backward.

We finished our rounds at the farmers’ market, checked out the action at Dog Run, and stopped to watch part of a soccer game outside Carmelito Middle School. Maybe it was the reminder that his middle school friends were away at soccer camp, but Epic suddenly went back to acting cranky and distracted. When Elvis started in about her latest postcard from Madeleine and Sir Bentley’s Norwegian cruise, he inched away.

“Madeleine’s going to invite me to visit the penthouse at the Moondoggie. Did you even know the Moondoggie

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