Sting by Jude Watson

Author:Jude Watson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2016-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

“Go,” March murmured to Jules and Izzy. “I’ll catch up.”

Terrence Abbo wasn’t tall, but he made up for it by packing terror into every inch. Something about the opaque darkness of his eyes sucked March into a paralyzing world of doom.

“What is going on out there? This is supposed to be an exclusive club!”

“So sorry, Mr. Abbo, there’s a film shoot apparently,” March said.

“My wife is supposed to be outside, where all those young people in shorts are standing. This is unacceptable. The car is waiting.”

“Let me get the manager for you.”

Abbo took a step closer. The scent of grass and aftershave was overpowering. “No manager. Get me my wife! Now! What is your name?” He peered at March closer as the sound of a scream came to them from the direction of the spa. “What was that?”

It was most likely Trini Abbo discovering her necklace was gone, but it was probably better not to mention it.

“Pilates,” March blurted. “Very competitive! I’ll find your wife, sir!”

March dashed away in the direction of the spa, but instead he swerved and dived down a side corridor, his hands shaking. He found a door and pushed it open, gulping the humid air. He ran down the shaded path toward the front.

He spotted Darius right away, tall and glorious in his tennis whites, his dreads held back with a terry-cloth elastic. Jules and Izzy stood next to him. “See the guys over there next to the guy screaming into his phone? Security,” Darius murmured.

“We just ran out of time. Abbo’s on the warpath. We need to get out of here. But we need cover.”

“On it.” Darius moved away, heading for Loutsenheizer Mom.

“I’m just giving you a tip, because you were so nice,” Darius said, leaning in. “The casting director is seeing people at the fourteenth hole. Haven’t announced it yet. Don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“That’s a long walk. Brianna’s hair will frizz.”

“Mom!”

“Golf carts are over there.”

Loutsenheizer Mom nudged her daughter, then grabbed her arm. She wiggled through the squirming, selfie-taking crowd, heading for the golf carts.

“Hey, where is she going?” Jules asked in a loud voice.

Heads swiveled. Moms grabbed daughters. Soon the edge of the crowd began to move. If the crowd headed to the fourteenth hole, they’d have cover to dive for the kayaks.

“Look, they’re leaving!” Jules yelled. “They know where the director is!”

The entire group began to race toward the golf carts. Terrence Abbo burst out of the front door. “STOP, EVERYONE! THERE’S A THIEF HERE!”

No one paid attention. Abbo made a beeline for security.

Darius ran ahead and managed to wrestle a cart away from a mom with a gentle “Sorry, this one’s mine.” March, Jules, and Izzy piled in.

The golf carts took off like a battalion of tanks. Darius pushed the pedal to the floor, but there was only so fast a golf cart could go. Still, the confusion helped them, and Darius peeled away from the others and struck out across the green.

“Anybody behind us?” he yelled to Izzy.

“Everybody!” Izzy shouted.

“GET BACK HERE!” someone screamed in a megaphone.

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