Dead Guy Spy by David Lubar

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

I wasn’t the only one Abigail shared her good ideas with. In school on Monday, I noticed Denali seemed a lot happier.

“It’s crazy,” she told us when we got to home base. “Someone sent my folks an e-mail with all kinds of ideas for getting more business. My dad told me some of the ideas were great.”

“Where’d the e-mail come from?” Abigail asked.

“They don’t know,” Denali said. “Whoever sent it hid the address. I wonder why someone would do that?”

I glanced at Abigail. She winked at me, then put her fingertip to her lips to warn me not to spill her secret.

“That was nice of you,” I told her after morning announcements.

“I hope it helps. I did some research. Most spills and stains happen at dinner. And most dry cleaners close before then. But people like to deal with messy problems as quickly as possible. So I told them it’s okay if they close early, but they should open again for a couple hours each evening.” She explained some of her other ideas. They all sounded good.

By then, it was time for class. We learned about Nathan Hale in social studies. He was hanged by the British during the Revolutionary War for being an American spy. I hoped this wasn’t a pattern for Nathans.

“Good thing you don’t need to breathe,” Mookie whispered to me as Ms. Otranto finished the lesson.

In gym class, every pair of wrestlers except for Rodney and Omar had joined Ferdinand and me in pretending to wrestle. We did perfect takedowns, perfect escapes, and all sorts of other awesome moves. Kids flashed me grins or winks whenever Mr. Lomux wasn’t watching.

“All right,” he said halfway through class. “You’re not looking bad. Let’s toughen you kids up some more.”

He had each of us grab a pair of dumbbells and hold our arms straight out to the side. Then he set the timer on the basketball scoreboard to fifteen minutes.

“Whoever drops his arms before time runs out gives me twenty laps,” he said.

I heard grunts and groans around me. In a minute or two, there were kids running laps. I watched Mookie run. He flapped his arms and pretended he was a bird. Mr. Lomux yelled at him. Mookie didn’t seem to care.

I had the feeling Mookie would be able to deal with being a zombie a lot better than I could. He seemed to be able to handle everything that happened in his life.

I realized the gym was a lot quieter than it had been. There weren’t any footsteps. Nobody was running. I guess I’d gotten lost in thought. I looked around. Everyone was over by the bleachers, catching their breath. They’d all run.

A loud buzz echoed through the gym as the scoreboard timer reached zero. Oh, great. I was still holding the weights, after every other kid had not only dropped out, but also run twenty laps. Mr. Lomux was staring at me. And Rodney was glaring.

I groaned, then let my arms drop, trying to pretend I was tired.

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