next stop was the second-floor kitchen for a snack. On the way, we ran into Mr. Ng and handed Hooligan over.
âGood to see you, buddy,â said Mr. Ng. âYou know, youâve got a playdate at four.â
âWith who?â Tessa asked.
âPickles, Ms. Majorâs beagle,â Mr. Ng said. âShe lives over in Woodbury, and thereâs that dog park nearby.â
Hooligan wagged his tail. He likes Pickles.
When we got to the kitchen, Nate was already there, eating a bowl of granola while Humdinger serenaded him:
âTwee-twee-twee!â
âIs it just me, or does that bird really need some new material?â I asked.
Humdinger flapped his wings against the bars of the cage.
Tessa got up and looked in at him. âPoor birdie, she didnât mean it!â Then she tested the door latch and itstwisty-tie reinforcement. âI still donât see how he got out. Itâs not like he can undo these with his beak.â
âMaybe Mrs. Hedges opened it to give him water or something,â Nate said.
âMrs. Hedges?â I repeated. âEarth to NateâI change the paper, and Granny gives him water.â
âSo youâre saying someone deliberately let him out?â Nate asked.
âCrazy, right?â I shook my head. âBut soâs all the other stuff going on around here lately. Tessa, can we tell Nate about your piggy bank?â
Tessa frowned. âYou mean
everything
about my piggy bank?â
I shrugged. âHeâll find out sooner or later. Maybe he can help us.â
Tessa hesitated, then said, âOh, all right,â and proceeded to confess.
This time, she didnât bother with âItâs not my fault,â and when she was done Nateâs eyes were as round as . . . well, gold coins. For a few seconds it was quiet while he thought through all he had learned. After that, he mustâve decided he wasnât a perfect person, either, because what he said was all about the mystery: âWe know the coin was in the piggy bank. So that makes it logical that the thief smashed the bank to open it, found the coin and kept it. All thatâs left to figure out is: Whoâs the thief?â
Brilliant, Nate
, I thought. And at the same moment, a voice from the doorway said, âWhoâs
what
thief?â
Uh-oh.
It was Granny, and she was all dressed up.
No one answered, and then something lucky happened. Granny got furious at us!
âWhy on earth arenât you children cleaned up yet? Itâs almost three-fifteen!â
âCleaned up for what?â Nate asked.
âWhat do you mean, what? The Rose Garden ceremony honoring Mr. August!â she answered.
Tessa whined, âNobody told us we have to go, and I hate ceremonies.â
Sometimes Granny is exactly like Tessaâlike right then, when she waved her arms dramatically. âWell, of
course
you have to go! The medal is being presented by Dr. Maynard, and he is one of your motherâs oldest friends, not to mention a family friend. Get a move on, people! I want you outside ready for pictures in fifteen minutes!â
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
TESSA usually takes forever to get ready for an event.
But like a dose of jet fuel, Grannyâs anger sped her up. Both of us were clean, dressed and buckling our shoes with five minutes to spare.
âGet your notebook, Cammie,â Tessa said. âThis is probably my last chance before . . .â She drew a finger across her neck, stuck her tongue out and dropped her head to one side.
My notebook was on my desk, and I got up to retrieve it. I guess I hadnât been exactly tidy changing my clothes earlier, because my capris were on the floor in my way. Mad at myself, I kicked them, and something fell out of the pocket.
âWhatâs that?â Tessa pointed.
I reached down and came up with . . . three pink twisty ties?
Tessaâs mouth fell open.
âCameron