Free The Super Spies and the Pied Piper by Lisa Orchard

sigh. “You know what? He’s seen all of us. There’s no way we can go up and knock on the door.”
    Sarah straightened, placing her hands on her hips. “You got that right… unless we can find someone who’d be willing to do it.”
    â€œNo one would be willing to do that,” Lacey stated and exhaled a deep breath.
    Sarah made eye contact with Jackie, who slowed her pacing and seemed to be trying to read Sarah’s mind. “What?”
    â€œI bet Scoop would do it.” Sarah grinned and her heart leapt at the possibility of a solution. We’re getting closer . She clenched her hands as they tingled.
    Jackie beamed. “I bet he would, too.”
    â€œHe would not.” Lacey scoffed. “What a horrible idea.”
    Sarah snickered. “We can always ask. What’s the worst that’ll happen? He says no and we have to come up with another idea.”
    â€œLet’s call him.” Jackie grabbed Sarah’s arm and pulled her toward the kitchen.
    The two girls made it to the kitchen, where Sarah pulled her phone out of her backpack and punched in Scoop’s number.
    â€œHello… Scoop?” Sarah spoke into the phone while eyeing Jackie at the same time.
    Jackie huddled next to her friend and Sarah turned the phone so she could hear the conversation.
    â€œSarah Cole. How are you?” Scoop asked.
    â€œI’m good. Can you meet us down at Hinkle’s in like fifteen minutes? The Super Spies need your help.”
    â€œSure. I’m always willing to help out. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
    â€œLet’s get our bikes and go.” Sarah grabbed Jackie’s arm.
    â€œWait,” Jackie said. “We should call Scott and Alex. I think we’ll need everyone in on this.”
    â€œGood point.” Sarah searched for her sister. “Where’s Lacey?”
    â€œI don’t know. She didn’t follow us down.”
    â€œLacey!” Sarah called out.
    â€œWhat?” Lacey asked as she into the kitchen, sporting an irritated frown.
    â€œYou need to call Scott and tell him we’re meeting Scoop down at Hinkle’s. Tell him we’re making a plan for tomorrow. And tell him to call Alex.”
    Lacey pursed her lips and sighed. Oh… all right.”
    â€œJackie and I are going to get the bikes out of the garage. Meet us out front when you’re done.”
    Without another word, Sarah pulled Jackie toward the front door. The girls raced outside. Sarah entered the dark garage and reappeared with her bike.
    â€œWhat am I going to ride?” Jackie asked.
    â€œHow about Aunt June’s bike?” Sarah disappeared into the inky darkness of the garage a second time. She returned with an old one speed bike. The handlebars were beginning to rust and the large wicker basket on the front had wilted with age.
    Jackie gasped. “What? Are you kidding me?” She pointed at it as if it were the most horrific thing she’d ever seen. “You want me to ride this thing? Is there even air in the tires?”
    Sarah snickered at Jackie’s horrified expression. “Ye-e-ess…”
    â€œThat bike is an antique .”
    â€œSo what?”
    â€œSo… it’s not my style.”
    Sarah laughed until tears rolled down her cheeks. “Does everything have to be a fashion statement with you?”
    â€œAbsolutely,” Jackie said with a theatrical flourish of her hands.
    Lacey bounced out the front door and skipped down the steps. “Scott and Alex are meeting us there.” She disappeared into the garage and returned with her bike. She looked around expectantly. “Come on, let’s go. What’s the hold up?”
    Jackie groaned and with an irritated snort climbed on Aunt June’s bike. “Oh look, it even has a bell.”
    Her sarcastic tone wasn’t lost on Sarah, who reached over and rang it. The old bell had lost some of its tone, but there was