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Peter said, shaking his head.
    Nancy didn’t always like tricking suspectsinto confessing. But sometimes it was the only thing to do. . . .
    â€œFirst Huey ate the biscuits,” Nancy said. “Then he got muddy paw prints all over Lola’s fancy dog bed. And after that, he ripped up some of Lola’s clothes. Right?”
    â€œWrong!” Peter exclaimed. “All Huey did was eat those stinky dog biscuits—”
    Peter clapped his wet hand over his mouth. A bubble floated out between his fingers.

    â€œTell us what happened, Peter,” said Nancy.
    Peter uncovered his mouth. Then he took a long, deep breath.
    â€œAfter I saw you on Saturday, Huey dragged me into Lola’s trailer,” he said. “He’s so strong that I couldn’t hold him back—even when he started eating the biscuits from the basket!”
    â€œ All the biscuits?” Bess asked.
    â€œTo the last crumb!” Peter said. “I didn’t know what to do, so I refilled the basket with my own dog biscuits. How was I supposed to know that Lola hated Lick My Chops?”
    â€œWhy didn’t you tell someone?” George asked. “You saw how everyone blamed us.”
    â€œI was in charge of Huey,” Peter said. “So when he goofed, I didn’t want anyone to know. Especially since he’s the mayor’s dog. I’m sorry!”
    â€œIt wasn’t your fault,” said Bess. “Dogs will be dogs.”
    â€œYou should tell Maya what you just told us, Peter,” Nancy said. “Then maybe she’ll stop blaming us for switching the biscuits.”
    â€œAnd start blaming me?” Peter said. “I don’t think so!”
    Huey barked. He jumped out of the pool and began shaking the water off his thick, wet coat. The girls and Peter screamed as they got showered.
    â€œI think Huey is trying to tell you something,” Nancy said.
    Peter brushed back his wet hair with his hand. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s get this over with!”
    Peter had seen Lola’s trailer on River Street after school. When the kids reached River Street, it was still there.
    â€œThere’s Maya!” Nancy said.
    Maya and her mom were walking out of a pet photography studio. Maya held Lola’s leash while her mom stopped to buy coffee from a cart.
    â€œMaya!” called Nancy.
    â€œLeave us alone,” Maya called back. She walked Lola into the trailer. Nancy, Bess, George, and Peter followed them inside.
    â€œI said leave us alone!” Maya warned.
    â€œIt’s okay, Maya,” Nancy said gently. “Peter Patino was at the park on Saturday. He has something to tell you.”
    â€œWhat?” Maya asked.
    â€œWe-ell,” Peter started. He shuffled his feet. “It’s sort of . . . like this . . . you see . . .”
    George gave Peter a nudge with her elbow.
    â€œMayor Strong’s dog, Huey, ate Lola’s fancy dog biscuits,” Peter blurted out. “While I was walking him.”
    â€œHe did?” gasped Maya.
    â€œI couldn’t stop him,” Peter said. “I’m sorry.”
    â€œWow,” Maya said. She looked at Nancy, Bess, and George. “So you didn’t switch the biscuits. The mayor’s dog ate them?”
    â€œYes,” Nancy said.
    Maya gave a little snort. “That sounds like something a dumb shelter dog would do. They’re nothing but trouble.”
    Nancy frowned. She was glad the Bow-Wow Brigade wasn’t around to hear that!
    â€œI guess I’m sorry for blaming you,” Mayatold the girls. “But you’d better go now. Lola has another photo shoot in exactly ten minutes.”
    â€œI’m outta here!” Peter declared. In a flash he was out of the trailer.
    â€œWe’d better go too,” Nancy said.
    Maya turned to Lola. She began brushing her coat with a silver-plated hairbrush.
    The girls headed toward the door. Nancy glanced at Lola’s