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TOO MANY CLUES pointed to Mr. Brad. Sitting on the curb, Maryellen jotted down her findings. As she slipped the notepad into her pocket, her mother pulled into the driveway.

Mikey was crying, and Tom was arguing with Beverly as the two got out of the station wagon. “You took my lollipop,” he accused her.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

Mrs. Larkin climbed out the driver’s side, looking tired. Maryellen knew it was the wrong time to run off and be a detective. Instead, she helped her mom carry in the bags of groceries.

“Will you run an oatmeal bath for Mikey?” Mrs. Larkin asked. “He can’t stop scratching. Your father is working late, so it’s an early supper of tomato soup and grilled cheese for you kids.”