The Missing Playbook by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

“What are you looking for?” Chet asked.

“Well, we want to see if there are any clues about who took the playbook Coach Quinn showed us that night,” Frank said.

“Someone stole it?” Chet asked.

Of course, Frank realized. Chet wasn’t on the team, so he didn’t know that the playbook had gone missing. Frank explained to him that the playbook had disappeared at some point during the party.

“So you two are on the case, huh?” Chet asked.

Joe grinned. “Of course we are!”

“Well, let’s see if I can help,” Chet said. He clicked quickly through the pictures until he came to one of Coach Quinn standing in front of the team in the Zermeños’ living room, holding the playbook in her hands. “I took this during the team meeting. This was the first time you saw the playbook, right?”

Frank nodded. “Yeah. Keep going, Chet.”

Chet clicked slowly through the pictures. There were a couple more of the team meeting, then one of Ezra Moore and Tommy Dawson high-fiving. In the background, Frank was looking through the playbook. In the next picture, Speedy was laughing with first baseman Jason Prime. Frank had disappeared from the background, and the playbook was sitting on the coffee table where he’d left it.

“Well, it looks like it wasn’t you who stole it, Frank,” Joe said.

Frank punched him in the arm while Chet laughed.

After that, the pictures moved outside. There were at least a dozen showing members of the team working together to clean up the Zermeños’ yard.

“You can skip these,” Joe said. “Did you take any more in the living room?”

“Sure did,” Chet replied. He clicked forward until the pictures moved from the Zermeños’ dark yard to their bright living room. There was one of several parents in the kitchen, smiling and waving at the camera. Then there was a picture of Frank looking shocked. Frank remembered he was holding a trash bag at that moment. He hadn’t seen Chet there, and the flash of the camera had temporarily blinded him. Joe laughed at the goofy expression on Frank’s face in the picture, but Frank studied the photo with sharp eyes.

“There!” Frank said. In the bottom corner of the picture was a splotch of red on top of the coffee table. It was a little fuzzy, but Joe had a feeling he knew what that red splotch was.

Joe put his face close to the computer and squinted at the picture. “Yeah, that’s definitely the playbook.”

Frank frowned and crossed his arms over his chest.

“What’s wrong?” Chet asked.

Frank sighed. “The Jupiters didn’t steal the playbook.”

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