It Happened on a Train (Brixton Brothers)
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For a great detective, the best part of retiring is coming out of retirement.
Retired private detective and current seventh grader Steve Brixton has a new job: He takes out the trash for five bucks a week. But it’s hard to leave the old game behind, and on a train trip down the California coast, Steve and his best chum, Dana, are pulled into a mystery involving a fleet of stolen automobiles, a vanishing girl, and a phantom train car. Oh, and there might just be some romance….
This laugh-out-loud mystery is a witty, modern-day companion to the adventures of the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew that brims with humor and intrigue.
would be hard to work undercover if your picture was in the paper.” Steve shrugged. He’d never had any trouble working undercover. “Anyway, I better go back to my seat. My uncle’s probably wondering where I am.” “Where are you sitting?” “Oh, back a few cars. I don’t know the seat number or anything. These cars all look exactly the same.” She laughed. “Yeah!” Steve agreed, probably too enthusiastically. “Well, maybe I’ll see you later, old man,” Claire said. “What?” Steve said, but she was
packets labeled SHOWER CAP. Steve had never worn a shower cap before, but suddenly wearing one seemed very important. He took one out and placed it on his head. Yes. This was luxury. The door to the sauna stood open. He pressed the ON button on the wall, walked into the steam room, and pulled the door closed. The sauna was a small room covered in light blue tile. There were no windows; yellow light came from a circular lamp on the ceiling. It was quiet in there. The only sounds were the
to their hotel room and it was full of jaguars. How was Steve supposed to know Claire would react like that? Cissie Merritt and Hannah Fenway never yelled at the Bailey Brothers. Still, Claire was more interesting than either of those two. Although it could be so hard to talk to her. Plus Steve didn’t even know whether he’d ever see Claire again. She’d said his first and last name when she said good-bye. That was never a good sign. And anyway, Steve didn’t even know whether he wanted to see
searching for something around him, but there was no light. His hand groped around on the floor of the trunk. It was empty. Assuming that there was air, how long could Steve last in here? A couple days without water. Someone would have to come rescue him in the next couple days. And nobody knew where he was. Dana. Dana knew. Dana would tell Rick, and Rick and the police would have to track down the Phoebus. Steve didn’t like those odds. He would have to think of a new plan. Steve drummed his
LIX THE WAY OF THE WIZARD “OUCH,” said a familiar voice. “Dana?” said Steve. “Ow,” said Dana. “What the—what was that, Steve?” “Dana?” said Steve. “Yeah. You know it’s me. Why did you punch me?” “I thought you were Chuy! Claire, it’s Dana!” “I can hear that,” said Claire. “Dana!” Steve shouted. He did a small dance that nobody would ever see. “How did you get here?” “I was in the backseat of the Phoebus.” “What?” “Well, I thought about why the Hound with Two Tails didn’t work—you know,