Free Cam Jansen and the Wedding Cake Mystery by David Adler Page B

red dot. And there are ten buttons down the front of her shirt.”
    Lucy pointed to each of her buttons as she counted them out loud. Cam was right. There were ten.
    â€œShe’s amazing,” Ken said.
    Old Bob stood and called out, “What about me? You saw me outside when Lucy took my picture.”
    â€œYou have a white mustache,” Cam said with her eyes still closed.
    â€œWhat about my shirt?”
    â€œYour shirt is white with green stripes. You have two pens in your shirt pocket. You’re wearing black pants and white sneakers.”
    â€œWow!” Bob said. “She really does have a great memory.”
    Cam opened her eyes. She turned and bowed.
    People cheered and applauded.
    Lucy Lane whispered to Mr. Jansen, “We really have to go.”
    â€œLet’s thank Lucy, who took your photographs, and Ken, who baked all the cookies and cakes,” Mr. Jansen said. “The photos and cakes are their gifts to the center.”
    The people in the audience applauded some more. Then Lucy Lane and Ken left the room.
    â€œNow,” Mr. Jansen said into the microphone, “here are two great jugglers, Eric Shelton and Beth Kane.”
    Eric and Beth walked onto the stage. Each held two red rubber balls. They stood beside the microphone and bowed. Then they stepped to the front of the stage several feet apart and faced each other.
    Eric threw a ball to Beth. At the very same moment, Beth threw a ball to Eric.
    Just then Lucy and Ken hurried back into the room. They rushed down the aisle. Eric and Beth turned to look at Lucy and Ken, and the two balls bounced off the stage.

    â€œI can’t find my keys,” Ken told Mr. Jansen. “On the way out I reached into my pocket and the keys to my truck were gone!”

Chapter Three
    â€œThat’s terrible,” Mr. Jansen said.
    â€œIt’s worse than terrible,” Lucy Lane said. “The wedding is in three hours, and we have to get there. Ken baked pastries, cookies, and a cake for the wedding and I’m taking pictures.”
    â€œHey,” Old Bob said. “Who stole the keys? That’s a mystery. I love mysteries.”
    â€œI have my car here,” Mr. Jansen told Lucy and Ken. “I can drive you to the wedding.”
    Ken shook his head.
    â€œMy cake is in the truck. If I can’t get into my truck, I can’t deliver the cake.”
    â€œI read lots of mysteries,” Bob said. “And do you know what? I always solve the mystery before the end of the book.”
    â€œCam Jansen doesn’t solve mysteries in a book,” Eric said. “She solves real mysteries.”
    Bob said, “I think someone reached into Ken’s pocket and stole his keys.”
    Cam went to the window and looked out.
    â€œThe truck is still here,” Cam said. “If someone stole the keys, he would have taken the truck. I think Ken just misplaced his keys.”
    Lucy told Ken to check his pockets.

    â€œI’m right-handed,” Ken said, “so my keys are always in this pocket.”
    Ken reached into his right pants pocket.
    â€œNothing!”
    He reached into the pocket on the left side of his pants.
    â€œNo keys.”
    â€œYou drove here,” Eric said. “You had your keys then.”
    â€œYou brought trays of cookies and cakes in here,” Lucy said. “You used your keys to unlock the back of the truck.”
    â€œYes, I did. Maybe I dropped the keys on the walk.”
    Lucy and Ken left the main hall of the senior center. Then they left the building. Cam stood by the window. She watched Lucy and Ken walk slowly down the front walk looking for Ken’s keys.
    â€œLet’s get back to our show,” Mr. Jansen said into the microphone. “Here again are two great jugglers, Eric Shelton and Beth Kane.”
    â€œHurry,” Eric whispered to Beth, “before something else happens.”
    They started juggling.
    â€œKen found his keys,” Cam