vu,â remarked Colby as they tiptoed down the hallway.
The floorboards creaked under the weight of their shoes.
âThis place is so super old,â whispered Noodle.
âIt even smells old,â Colby added. âDonât you think itâs kinda weird to convert a house like this into a pet store? It looks nothing like the ones you see at the mall.â
âMall pet shops are depressing,â said Noodle. âAt night, everyone leavesââ
âWhat donât you two understand about
shh
?â Tom put a finger to his lips as the corridor opened up into a side room, sandbagged on one end with floor-to-ceiling feed and cedar-chip bags, as well as stacked cages of snakes and lizards.
It was lit only by the indirect sunlight through a large window that faced out onto the street. The view was of the Ebbets Field Apartments, but there was no way to know for sure if this was the same room where Firestoneâs photo had been taken all those years ago.
Until Noodle glanced up at the ceiling rafters and sawthe intricate painted pattern of family crests and fleurs-de-lis above their heads.
âThis is it, you guys!â He pointed toward the ceiling. âThis is the spot!â
âSay it a little louder. They might not have heard you back in Yonkers.â But as Tom stepped back to get a better look at the rafters, it was clear Noodle was right.
Tom reached into his backpack to grab the notebook where heâd put the Firestone photo and held it up in front of their faces, trying to position the picture in the exact spot where the old man would have been sitting.
From this angle, with the window behind him â¦Â âFirestoneâs definitely pointing toward that far wall,â said Tom.
âTotally. His handâs all stiff and posed.â In the air, Colby traced the arc of his finger.
Whatever Firestone was trying to show us
, Tom thought.
It had to be located behind those cages ofâ
âLizards!â Noodle shouted. âHeâs pointing behind the lizard cages!â
âWill you stop screaming like that? Someoneâs gonna
âarghhh
!â Tom jumped, slapping the back of his neck, where something very sharp had bitten him.
Dustbuster in one hand, lettuce-green parrot on her opposite shoulder, an old woman had crept up on them silently. Woman and parrot were now staring at the three kids with similar, unblinking eyes.
âHey!â Tom rubbed the sore spot. âYour parrot bit me.â
âYoo-Hoo is my security system,â the old woman snapped. âNever met a neck he didnât like. Iâm Mitzi.â
Tom had never seen anyone like Mitzi. She was taller than most men, with multiple gray, frizzy braids hanging down her back, and just as many stacks of clattering plastic bracelets weighting both arms.
Clankingly, she pointed at Tom, Colby, and Noodle in turn. âAustralian shepherd, American bobtail cat, andââher finger hovered over Noodleâs head like a divining rodââpraying mantis.â
âIs that a riddle we have to solve so you wonât, um, broil us?â inquired Colby.
âThose are your animal counterparts,â the woman answered. âIf this were a magical world, theyâd be your familiars. Unfortunately, weâre in Brooklyn. Youâre here to find a pet?â
âWhat about me screams
praying mantis
to you?â Noodle sounded half offended, half curious.
Tom offered Mitzi what he hoped was his most charming smile. âMaybe weâll get Noodle a praying mantis next time. See, my friend here wants a dog. Really, really bad. And he heard you made the best pet connections in all the boroughs.â He slung an arm over Noodleâs shoulders, then pivoted him in Mitziâs direction. âWork with me,â he whispered in his friendâs ear.
âYou heard that right.â Mitzi arched her brows. âBut you wonât find a dog in the