The Double Cousins and the Mystery of the Torn Map by Miriam Jones Bradley

Author:Miriam Jones Bradley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Ambassador International
Published: 2011-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Dexter

“I think we should call Miss Belle now,” said Grandma. “If he will steal our map and follow us, he may try to get the journal.”

Grandpa opened his phone and pushed the call button. “I’m going inside while I talk to her.” He opened the door, stepped inside the trailer, and closed it behind him.

“Maybe you all should go tonight.” Carly struggled to sit still. She was shivering partly from the cold and partly from the sudden turn of events. They had gathered around the picnic table, packed in close to keep warm.

“It’s a two-hour drive and it’s already 7:30,” said Dorie. “It will be at least 9:30 or 10:00 before you could get there and after midnight before you would get back.”

Brandon shook his head. “I don’t think Grandpa will want to leave the girls and Grandma here at night without us either.”

“Let’s wait and see what Miss Belle and Grandpa say,” said Molly. “They might have an idea.”

“Why is Dexter following us? That’s what I want to know,” said Chad.

“He must think there is something to find. He stole my map,” said Carly. “He threw my Bible in the trash. I think he’s a jerk.”

Molly gasped. “Carly! You know you aren’t supposed to call people jerks. That’s not nice.”

Carly’s chin jutted out. “I don’t care. Daddy says we should make sure we use our words appropriately, and I think that’s pretty appropriate.” She swallowed hard to get the lump out of her throat but it didn’t work. Tears shone in her eyes and she hurried on. “He has followed us and scared us and stole my map. Now he’ll probably go down there and take the journal from his aunt.” Her voice rose until she was almost shouting. “He threw my Bible in the trash . . .” Then her voice cracked and she burst into tears. She put her head down on her arms on the table and cried. Silence covered the campsite like a wet blanket.

“I think we should wait for your grandpa to finish talking to Miss Belle and try not to jump to any conclusions or let our minds run away with us.” Grandma reached across the table and held Carly’s hand. “This probably won’t matter in fifty years anyway, so it’s not worth worrying about now.”

Molly blinked back tears. “It might matter in fifty years, especially if he hurts Miss Belle.”

“Grandpa’s letting her know,” Dorie said. “She will be okay there in her apartment.”

“I saw a security room by the main door when we went in to see Miss Belle,” said Brandon.

Carly lifted her head and peeked at him. “You did?”

“Yes,” Brandon said. “I didn’t think much about it then, but I bet someone is there at night.”

The camper door opened and Grandpa climbed down the two steps and shut the door.

“Well, she is not happy with her nephew,” he said. “I have a feeling that boy is going to regret ever messing with us.”

Slim grinned. “What did she say?”

Grandpa stood behind Grandma, his hands on her shoulders.

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