into the forest.
âThis time, I packed my lock-picking tools,â said Jamal.
âExcellent,â said Riley.
âHey, Riley?â said Mongo.
âYeah?â
âWhatâre we gonna do with the water once we scoop it out of the creek?â
âTake it to Ms. Kaminski.â
âThe science teacher?â
âYep. Sheâs totally into all sorts of forensic stuff. She watches every one of those CSI shows on TV and has set up her science lab to be like a miniâcrime lab.â
âSo,â said Jamal, âshe could check out our water. Put it under the microscope and tell us what kind of toxic chemicals are floating around inside it.â
âExactly. And if she canât, sheâll know who can.â
They reached the chain-link fence.
There was a new, fluorescent orange sign attached to it:
No Trespassing
By Order of
Fairview Police Department
âUh-oh,â said Mongo. âThey could arrest us for trespassing if we go any farther.â
âNah,â said Riley. âTheyâll arrest us for breaking and entering first. Jamal?â
Jamal grabbed the padlock and inserted a slender metal tool up into its keyhole. The sleek pick looked a little like that thing a dentist uses to poke your teeth to see if you have cavities.
âCake,â said Jamal when the lockâs hasp popped open.
âOkay,â said Riley. âI plucked most of the dead fish out of a pool just beyond those bushes.â
âShould I relock the gate?â asked Jamal. âIn case somebody else comes along while weâre down by the stream?â
âNo need,â said Riley. âThis will only take like a second.â Riley pulled a twenty-four-ounce sports bottle out of his backpack and twisted open the lid.
The three friends hurried up the path, through the woods, and down to the muddy creek bank.
âThis is horrible,â said Jamal.
âYeah,â said Riley as he crouched to scoop up the water sample.
Jamal and Mongo were staring at the water in disbelief. Dozens and dozens of dead fish floated in the shallow pond where water pooled behind a row of rocks before rippling its way downstream. There were so many white-bellied fish littering the surface of the creek that it looked like someone had dumped tons of upside-down hamburger buns into the stream.
âWe got to figure out whatâs killing these fish,â said Mongo. âIt could probably kill us, too.â
Jamal just nodded. He was struck dumb by the sight of all the poisoned fish.
âThat should do it,â said Riley, tightly resealing the cap on his water bottle. âI sent Ms. Kaminski an email last night. Told her, even though school was officially out, me and Mongo were working on a science project. She was impressed. Said sheâd meet us in the lab at eleven.â
Jamal glanced at his watch. It was ten. âWe better hustle.â
âYeah. Come on.â
Riley, Mongo, and Jamal clambered up the creek bank.
As they neared the gate, they heard voices.
âQuick!â said Riley. âHide!â
They ducked into the bushes.
âYou see?â said a very familiar voice. âI had my men post a few more signs. Should keep out any looky-loos till your people clean things up.â
It was the police chief!
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âWE DONâT NEED TO CLEAN it up, John,â grumbled the second man. âWe own it.â
Riley recognized the second voice, too: Saraâs father, Mr. Paxton, the country club president.
âWell, Prescott,â said the chief, âdonât forget who foreclosed on this land for you in the first place. Made it possible for you to snatch up the whole forest, dirt cheap.â
â Nyes , Chief. I just wish you had moved a little faster.â
âSorry,â said the chief, not sounding sorry at all. âI got busy.â
âRight,â said Mr. Paxton. âThat thing with your mother and the