Voices At Whisper Bend
“Robbie and his friends had been busy, too. “I got two ideas about the thief,” he announced to Charlotte. “Two real good ones.”
“Oh, come on,” Charlotte said. “You’re in fourth grade.” She unlocked the back door. How did nine-year-olds come up with suspects?
“Just ’cause we’re smaller than you doesn’t mean we’re dumb.” He stomped inside behind her and slammed down his books on the kitchen table.
“Okay, who’s on your list?”
“I’m not gonna tell.”
Oh, great. Mr. Stubborn. “Please, Robbie. You were good at finding scrap. You might be good at finding the thief, too.”
“You mean it?”
“Come on, tell me. Who knows, if you’re right, we might catch the thief in the act. How about that?”
He grinned. “Okay Most of my class thinks one thing. But I’m not ready to make up my mind yet. I’m still looking at the clues.”
“What clues? Who does your class think took the metal?”
“Wagon Willie.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Wagon Willie. You know, the janitor.”
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