air.
âCome on,â said Holly. âHeâs gone round the side.â
At the corner she stopped and poked her head around.
âWhatâs going on?â asked Archie. âHeâs going through a back door,â she replied.
Holly turned the corner into a narrow alleyway. Set in the right side wall was a door. Archie moved to takea closer look, but Holly stopped him.
âThereâs a camera,â she said, pointing. âThey check who you are before opening it.â
Archie saw on the side of the door a panel with an intercom camera. âSo thatâs it. We canât go any further,â he said.
âI can,â replied Holly. âBut I need your help.â
Archie looked at her disbelievingly. âLook, following people is one thing but breaking into a building is illegal.â
âBut this is important,â replied Holly stubbornly.
âWhy? Because you donât trust this billionaire bloke?â
âLook,â said Holly desperately, âDad used to be an MP. He worked for the Ministry of Defence. Now Brant Buchanan wants Dad to tell him the whereabouts of a secret weapon.â
âBrilliant!â Archie clapped his hands.
âSo youâll help me?â said Holly hopefully.
âHolly, what youâre talking about is called breaking and entering.â
âNo itâs not.â
âYes it is,â exclaimed Archie angrily. âI should know, my dadâs in prison for it.â
Holly was stunned. âYour dadâs in prison?â she said.
âYes.â The grin that lived on Archieâs face disappeared.
âIâm sorry,â said Holly.
âIâm not. Heâs an idiot,â spat Archie.
Holly didnât know what to say. âMaybe heâll have changed when he gets out,â she said.
âI donât think so. The last three times havenât stopped him,â he said bitterly. He pushed his dirty blond hair away from his eyes and stared defiantly at Holly.
Holly understood being angry with a parent. She had been angry with her dad ever since Mum had died. She had been angry at him when he married Big Hair so soon after her death. Every time he forgot her birthday or just gave her cash for Christmas she was angry at him. And now she was angry with him for accepting Brant Buchananâs offer.
âIt isnât exactly breaking and entering,â she said at last. âItâs just entering.â
âIf your dad is doing something dodgy, call the police.â
âThe police donât arrest people like Brant Buchanan. They protect him. You saw them outside the gates, holding back the crowds,â said Holly.
âLook, Holly, I enjoy a good game as much asanyone. Secret weapons and all, itâs fun, but this isnât a game.â
Holly needed to persuade him to help her. She couldnât tell him the whole truth. He would never have believed her. But she remembered again the art of telling a good lie. Tell as much truth as possible, with one or two details altered.
âThe truth is I work as a detectiveâs assistant,â she said.
âWhat detective?â asked Archie, sounding sceptical.
âItâs called the Dragon Detective Agency,â she replied.
âCool name,â said Archie.
âItâs my uncleâs agency. His nameâs Dirk Dilly and he lets me help sometimes. Thatâs how I know about the secret weapon. I know it sounds unbelievable but I swear itâs true and I need to get into that building to find out what my dadâs up to.â
Archieâs smile returned to his face. âIs that true? Thatâs really cool,â he said.
âSo youâll help me get in?â said Holly.
âCan I meet your uncle?â
âYeah, Iâll introduce you some time,â lied Holly.
âAll right,â he said, at last, âwhatâs the plan?â
Holly told him what she had in mind and got