Free November Lake: Teenage Detective (The November Lake Mysteries) Book 1 by Jamie Drew Page A

think about what I’ve just said over the Halloween
break,” Black said. “And no more running around like a couple of
loose cannons. Keep yourselves out of trouble.”
    So with
Sergeant Black’s warning ringing in my ears, I went downstairs and
opened the front door to Kale. A blast of cold air blew into the
hallway as I opened the door. I wrapped my arms about me and
shivered. “Hey, Kale, what are you doing here? I thought you were
going away for the week to see your parents.”
    “ They’ve gone out of town for the week,” he said, brushing past
me and into the hall. He shook rain from his coat. “I don’t want to
spend the week rattling around that old farmhouse on my own – I’d
be bored out of my brains. Besides, I’ve got something to tell you
I think you might be interested in hearing.”
    He
started to make his way up the staircase to my
apartment.
    “ What are you talking about?” I called after him.
    “ I’ve got another mystery for us to solve.” He grinned back
over his shoulder at me.
    “ A mystery?” I sighed, my heart sinking. I followed him up the
stairs. “Sergeant Black warned us not to…”
    “ Whoa!” Kale suddenly breathed, stepping into my
room.
    I walked
in behind him and closed the door. He was standing in the middle of
the living room and staring at the piles of newspapers covering the
floor. Although Kale and I had become friends at training school,
this was the first time he had been to my rented room.
    “ What’s with all the newspapers?” he whispered, taking a step
forward and inspecting some of them. It only took him a moment to
realise they all told the stories of a police officer who had been
murdered. He glanced back over his shoulder at me. “This has
something to do with your father, doesn’t it?”
    Not
wanting to discuss my mountainous collection of newspapers with
him, I placed my hands on my hips and said, “What are you doing
here, Kale?”
    “ Fancy solving another mystery?” he grinned, dropping down into
the chair by the window and propping his feet up on the coffee
table.
    “ Fancy getting yourself thrown out of police training school?”
I said, slapping his feet from off the table. “And that’s my chair,
get out.”
    I loved that particular chair. It was as worn and threadbare
as the two others in my room, but it was positioned by the window.
I liked to sit in the silence and stare out of the window and down
onto the street. I liked watching the people that happened to walk
past. I liked to see them. With a roguish grin on his handsome face, Kale sprang
out of the chair and dropped into another. He looked at me, his
skewwhiff hair looking as if he had just climbed out of
bed.
    “ What?” he grinned up at me as I stood glaring down at
him.
    “ I just don’t believe you, Kale,” I scowled. “Have you
forgotten what Sergeant Black said to us yesterday?”
    “ Yeah,” he said, stretching out in the chair and crossing his
feet at the ankles. “We’re meant to be keeping ourselves out of
trouble.”
    “ He also said we’re to leave any crime solving until we’ve
passed out of training school.”
    “ This isn’t a crime,” Kale said, looking at me. “Or at least I
don’t think it is.”
    “ You said it’s some kind of mystery,” I reminded
him.
    “ Okay, so I exaggerated a bit,” he shrugged.
    “ So if it’s not a mystery, what is it then?” I
asked.
    “ See, you just can’t help yourself,” he chuckled. “And that’s
what I love about you, November Lake. However much you try and
pretend you’re not interested, the mention of the word mystery and
you’re buzzing with excitement.”
    “ That’s not true,” I said, although I knew it was. Part of me
wanted to tell Kale I wasn’t interested, but another part of me was
desperate to know what had brought him to my door so early on a
Saturday morning.
    “ Go on, admit it, you do want to know,” he teased with a
smile.
    Throwing
myself down into my chair by the window,