need to
call the police,” Bess said.
Nancy nodded. “You’re right. But first I want to
make sure our culprit’s not here. This time he or she
isn’t getting away.” With those words, Nancy flicked on
the car lights. When they beamed into the back
window of the van, they silhouetted a shape sitting on
the passenger side.
“Somebody’s in there!” Bess’s voice shook.
Nancy opened the car door. “I’m going to take a
closer look.” Nancy pulled on her gloves. “I don’t want
to erase any clues. I’m sure the police will dust for
prints. But I think I know who—or at least what—is in
the van,” she said grimly.
“Are you crazy?” Bess called after her.
Heart pounding, Nancy walked toward the van and
grabbed the handle of the passenger door. She pressed
the knob, then quickly swung the door open.
Immediately, a huge brown furry thing leaped out at
her. Nancy gasped and jumped backward as the Mouse
King headpiece fell to the snowy ground.
Nancy let out her breath. Her hunch had been
correct. Gingerly picking the headpiece up, she carried
it to the Mustang.
Bess rolled her window partway down. “Yuck! Don’t
you dare put that thing in here!”
“Be brave, Bess, because I don’t have any other
place to put it.” Opening her door, Nancy threw the
headpiece into the backseat. “I’m going to look around
a bit.”
Nancy walked back to the van. Right away she saw
that a single pair of footprints led to the road from the
driver’s side. The prints were too small to belong to
Lawrence but probably just right for Darci. Nancy
followed the prints to the street, where the footsteps
met up with another set of tire tracks. Whoever had
been driving the van had been alone until they met
someone in a car.
Nancy retraced her steps to the van. Bess was
standing beside it, her arms wrapped around her chest.
She was shivering. “I refuse to stay in the car with a
giant mouse,” she said.
Nancy laughed. “Then help me look around. I need
to find out what the person was trying to do when we
surprised him or her at the school.” She walked quickly
to the back of the van.
“Good question,” Bess said, following Nancy. “But
why did the person lead us into the apartment
complex, then slam us from behind?”
Nancy shook her head. “It does seem kind of
strange. I think he or she was just trying to scare us
off.” She tried the van’s back double doors and found
they weren’t locked. Nancy peered inside the van.
Except for a spare tire, it was empty.
Bess looked over her shoulder. “Well, if the Mouse
King guy took something from the school, it’s gone
now.”
Placing her hand carefully on the van door, Nancy
hoisted herself into the back of the vehicle. Keeping
low, she made her way to the other side of the spare
tire, where a red glow caught her eye. When Nancy
bent to look closer, she could see that the object was a
smashed Christmas tree ornament.
Nancy held up a piece of the broken ball for Bess to
see.
“Is that one of Mrs. Farnsworth’s ornaments?” Bess
asked in surprise.
“No, it’s one of mine. I recognize the lace I glued
around it,” Nancy said, jumping from the van.
Bess furrowed her brow. “But why would anyone
steal your ornaments?”
“Maybe our thieves just want to ruin the production
any way they can,” Nancy guessed as she shut the van
doors. “But why would anyone chance breaking into
the school tonight just to get some cheap ornaments? It
seems awfully risky.”
“Not that risky,” Bess pointed out. “Whoever it was
probably thought we were all going to be at the gala.”
“You’re right.” Nancy hurried toward the Mustang.
“We need to call the police, then get to the gala
ourselves. We might just find out who else came late to
the party!”
Fifteen minutes later, the girls pulled into the
driveway of the River Heights Country Club. “If Darci
and Lawrence aren’t at the gala yet, we’re
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