The Candymakers by Wendy Mass

Author:Wendy Mass [Mass, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780316180504
Google: dkYP9xtzUWQC
Amazon: B0043D2ETU
Publisher: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Published: 2010-10-05T05:00:00+00:00

At 8:00 P.M. sharp, Daisy slipped through the door that connected the tunnel to the factory. She withdrew the wax key she’d made and pushed it into her front pocket. “I’m in,” she whispered to AJ, who was hiding back up in his tree. “Like I said before, all I’ll need is twenty minutes to get in, do what I need to do, and get out.” She patted her back pocket, where she’d stored the foul-tasting ingredient in a small plastic bag.

“That’s all well and good, but I’m still mad at you for telling those kids I pull motorcycles with my teeth.”

She laughed. “I thought we settled that over hot dogs in the park! I explained I was getting you back for making me pretend to be mute for two weeks.”

“But that was seven years ago!”

“I have a long memory. Now can we move on, please? Did the car leave yet?”

“Yes. Miles’s parents are out of the driveway. Give Mrs. Sweet ten minutes to get back to the apartment before moving.”

She pressed herself against the cool limestone wall, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the near darkness. She had her pen with her, which would illuminate the entire place if she switched it on. But that was only for emergencies, since it was bright enough to be seen from miles away. She rarely needed to use it, since all the spies in the mansion had been trained from early on to have excellent night vision. It only took her a minute to expand her pupils well enough to see.

“Okay,” AJ said. “Get moving, but stay close to the walls.”

She crept down the hall, her sneakers making no sound. The factory felt so different at night. She hadn’t realized how noisy it was until the machines weren’t running. Occasionally she’d pass a room where a fan rotated overhead or a heating unit clicked on or off, but that was pretty much it. The air still smelled sweet, though.

She reached the Cocoa Room and smiled. Finally! No one moved inside the room. Not Steve. Not Lenny. Not the Candymaker or his visitors or any of the zillion people who seemed to spend their day going in and out of that room. She slipped inside, nearly knocking over a pile of bean pods. Why would someone leave those right by the door? She steadied them and was about to move away when she heard noises out by the fountain. She quickly crouched behind a table. “Someone’s out there,” she whispered. “What if it’s one of the visiting candymakers?”

“Stay down,” he instructed. “It’s probably a janitor or a night watchman.” A minute later he asked, “Do you still hear anyone?”

“No.”

“Okay, keep moving, then.”

Staying low, Daisy began to creep down the long room. She’d gotten about halfway to the cabinet when the door swung open and a figure rushed in with a very weak flashlight. Not two steps later she heard a crash. Whoever it was must have tripped right over the cocoa pods. She wanted to laugh but didn’t dare.

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