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issues and moved away. “I can’t wait to see her official uniform.”
    â€œShe’ll look amazing.” Becca flashes a grin.
    â€œYeah, I’m happy for her but worried about Dad.” I swerve to miss a pothole. “He still can’t find a job.”
    â€œRidiculous! A talented chef like him should have employers begging for him. I predict he’ll find one soon,” Becca says cheerfully. “Then you’ll move into a house—hopefully close to me—and take your kitten home.”
    I cross my fingers and hope, hope, hope. I want to keep Honey so much. I haven’t even told my parents I have a kitten. What’s the use? While I live in a no-pets apartment, my kitten stays with Becca.
    We coast through downtown Sun Flower, then shift into low gears to pedal up the hill to Wild Oaks Sanctuary. As we ride under the arched entrance, Becca says, “How do sandwiches sound for lunch?”
    â€œGreat.” My stomach rumbles.
    â€œI make a great BLT.”
    â€œDouble tomato for me,” I say.
    â€œAnd I’ll have a—” Becca’s pocket dings. “A text.”
    â€œA text for lunch?”
    â€œNo, silly, a text on my phone.” She stops her bike and takes her phone from her pocket.
    â€œFrom who?” I brake to a stop beside her.
    Becca glances down. “Tyla.”
    â€œWhat does she want?” I ask uneasily. I’m trying to like Tyla. Really, I am. But she acts like the Queen of Everyone. And she was the only Sparkler who voted against me temporarily joining the group.
    Becca frowns. “Tyla says it’s urgent that I come to her house right now.”
    â€œUrgent to Tyla can be a broken fingernail,” I say.
    â€œToo true.” Becca groans. “I really don’t want to go.”
    â€œSo tell her no.”
    Becca’s ponytail slaps her shoulders as she shakes her head. “No one says no to Tyla.”
    â€œStart a new trend. Tell her you have better things to do than bow down to her royal commands. It’s about time someone stood up to Queen Tyla.”
    â€œMaybe—but not me.” Her cheeks redden. “It’s easier if I just go.”
    I swallow a big lump of disappointment. “So go.”
    â€œYou won’t mind?”
    Of course I mind. But I don’t want Becca to feel bad.
    When I nod, she exhales into a huge smile. “You’re the best, Kelsey. Come over tomorrow and we’ll do something fun, like eat lunch with the animals.”
    â€œYeah, that’ll be great,” I say with a forced smile.
    We turn around and coast down Wild Road back into downtown Sun Flower. We ride side-by-side until we reach Pleasant Street where we split up. Becca turns left and I pedal on ahead, alone.
    I have nothing else to do now except go home.
    But as I near the shopping center where my brother biked this morning, I make a detour into the parking lot. I inhale a cheesy aroma from the pizza place and peer around like I’m on a stakeout looking for suspicious activity. Everything seems calm, just random people going in and out of buildings.
    What was in Kyle’s white box? I think, looking around. Did he cut through the alley to lose me? Or did he go inside one of the businesses?
    I stare closely at each building.
    Even if the café, pawnshop, or lawyer’s office were open that early, he wouldn’t have gone into them. He’d just eaten breakfast so he wouldn’t go to Friendly’s Café. He doesn’t own anything valuable enough to pawn. And I can’t think of any reason he’d consult a lawyer. If Prehistoric Pizza had been open this morning, he would totally have gone there. The TV ads are corny—a costumed dragon flips a giant pizza on his scaly tail and says, “Prehistoric Pizza is historic!” It might not be “historic,” but their pizza is delicious.
    And now my stomach is growling.
    I check my pocket and find a