Joe Sherlock, Kid Detective, Case #000007 by Dave Keane

Author:Dave Keane
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Dave Keane
Published: 2016-07-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15:

Holiday Preparations

“Mom and Dad are in the garage,” Hailey tells me when I shut the front door behind me, evidence of my Big Billy Boy’s burger running down the front of my shirt. “They want to talk to you.”

“Oh no, what did you tell them?” I gasp.

“Go and find out,” she chirps happily. “Oh,” she says, glancing down at a notepad. “Let’s see… three other news stations called, and they all want their own interview. Lance Peeker called twice. A kid named Jimmy Chee also called, looking for Lance, which is weird. Your teacher Miss Piffle called. Sharon Sheldon called and wants you to call her back. A girl from your class named Irene Adler called and says you haven’t done your part on some group project… and she wants to come over. And Grandma called, and she says she doesn’t remember ever calling you Mr. Rumble Pants, and she’s upset that you ‘threw her under the bus’ on live TV.”

“What bus?” I croak. “Grandma is mad at me? What the heck?”

“You know how she is,” Hailey sighs, tapping her pencil on her notepad. “We’ve got things to discuss. Joe Sherlock Enterprises has been busy.”

“Enterprises?”

“I had to apply for a business license online. You need one. For tax purposes.”

“Taxes? I’m only in the fourth grade!”

“Everybody has to pay their fair share, brother. Plus, Officer Lestrade’s captain called and wants your business license number.”

“Oh no,” I gasp. “This is a disaster!”

“Don’t worry,” she says. “I told him he’ll need a court order to get that information from us.”

“He does?”

“I don’t think so, but I hung up right after saying it and he didn’t call back, so…. we may need a lawyer.”

“You hung up on Lestrade’s boss?”

She shrugs and heads back to her room. “Girl’s gotta think on her feet, boss,” she says. “Hurry up. Things are hopping.”

The odds that I end up in jail tonight are starting to look pretty good.

My feet carry me to the garage. I hope for the best, prepare for the worse, and fully expect a complete disaster.

My parents are pulling our Christmas holiday decorations down from the rafters in the disaster area we like to call our garage, although I never remember a car being parked in there. Too much junk.

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