The Case of the Missing Dinosaur Egg by Martha Freeman

Author:Martha Freeman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Holiday House
Published: 2013-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Charlotte was not only a genius. She was right. There aren’t many places around Washington to get an ostrich egg. In fact, there is only one: Mega Bird Farm, located in the country about thirty miles from the White House.

That was the result that came back when Nate went online and entered “ostrich farm Washington D.C.” into the search engine right before dinner.

“I’ll call them!” Tessa volunteered. She always likes to do the talking.

“You can give it a try,” I said. “Ask them if—”

“I know what to ask, Cammie.” Tessa had already picked up the phone on Nate’s desk and was dialing the number on the website. After a few seconds, she said, “Hello? This is Tessa Parks, and . . . yes, that Tessa Parks, and . . . yes, I am totally serious.”

I didn’t have to hear the other side of the conversation to imagine it. A lot of times when one of us calls somebody we don’t know, they don’t believe we’re really us.

“Thank you,” Tessa went on. “I think she’s a good president, too. Anyway, my sister and my cousin and I are investigating a case, and we have some questions for you. . . . Uh, hold on a sec, would you?” Tessa looked up at me and Nate. “What are our questions, again?”

“Ask if somebody bought an egg last week,” Nate said.

“And if somebody did buy an egg, who was it?” I said.

Tessa repeated the questions, listened and nodded. “Oh, really? Okay, I’ll check. . . . And you have a very mega day, too!” She hung up.

“Well?” Nate and I said at the same time.

“She doesn’t like to give information out over the phone,” Tessa said. “But I should still have a very mega day.”

“So we have to go out there?” I said.

Tessa grinned and pumped her fist. “Road trip!”

A road trip sounded good to me, too. The problem was that when you’re the president’s kid, a road trip is not so easy. The Secret Service would have to go with us and they would have to scout the place in advance. Since they have other things to do, arrangements might take a while. The question was, how long?

At dinner, we told Granny we wanted to visit Mega Bird Farm, and she agreed it was a good idea. After dinner, she called to talk to the Secret Service about how soon we could go. Tessa, Nate and I were finishing our homework in the solarium when Charlotte came in to deliver the bad news.

“Friday after school?” Tessa waved her arms the way she does. “But what will we tell Mr. Morgan and Mr. Webb? They are going to be so-o-o disappointed!”

“I thought of that,” Charlotte said, “so I got in touch with them already. They’re having such a good time in Pittsburgh, they’ve decided to stay a few more days. But they said don’t worry, and they promise to call when they get back.”

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