Read The Fight for Kidsboro for Free Online

Don’t we work enough at school and at home without having to worry about the daily grind in Kidsboro? This guy is in love with rules. And another thing, he selected Roberto to be a member of our community, and not two days after he was voted in, Roberto committed the biggest crime ever in Kidsboro. I’m beginning to think the mayor doesn’t really know what’s best for the city anymore.”
    Valerie spotted me as I walked up. She smiled that evil smile of hers. “Well, hello, Mr. Mayor.” Jill stopped writing and looked up at me as well. I guessed She was still mad at me because she smiled her own version of an evil smile. She obviously planned on printing Valerie’s every word in the next issue.
    Valerie continued the press conference. “Like I was saying, I’m beginning to lose my trust in a mayor who votes to put criminals on our streets….”
    I turned away, realizing that her vision to destroy me was only just beginning. Suddenly, it dawned on me. Of course! Valerie wanted to disgrace me in front of the whole town. What better way to do it than to disgrace one of the people I had chosen to join the town! Valerie set Roberto up! I stepped into my office. The investigation was reopened!

4

    SUPER SLEUTHS
    O FFICER A LICE HAD ALREADY DECLARED that the investigation was over, so I couldn’t ask her for help. I decided to go to the Scott Sanchez Detective Agency. I realized Scott had never actually done any detective work before, but another set of eyes and brains wouldn’t hurt, no matter how untrained the eyes and brains were. Plus, I had promised Scott after we passed the new law that I would help him find work. Keeping my promises—what a great elected official I was!
    When I walked through his doorway, Scott was sitting in a lawn chair reading a comic book. It never even occurred to him that I might be a client. “Hey,” he said. “What’s up?”
    â€œI’m here to hire you,” I said.
    â€œYou what?”
    â€œI want to hire you.”
    â€œPardon me for being dense, but I don’t follow.”
    â€œAren’t you a detective?” I asked.
    â€œSure.”
    â€œI need a detective.”
    He dropped the comic book as if his hands had suddenly gone numb. He acted like he had no idea what to do at this point. Should he ask a bunch of questions? Should he get his magnifying glass?
    â€œHow much do you charge?” I asked as I pulled a few starbills out of my pocket. Scott seemed clueless.
    â€œHow much? Um … I don’t know. I—I used to have this written down somewhere. Hold on.” He began to rummage through a shelf. It was filled with comic books, cereal box tops, and a paddle ball game. You know—important detective equipment. He stopped looking and faced me again. “I’ll tell you what. Since you’re a friend, I’ll forget the rates and give you a discount.”
    â€œSounds fair,” I said, knowing he was winging it.
    â€œHow about half a starbill an hour?”
    This rate was a little steep, but I thought I’d give him a break.
    â€œIt’s a deal.”
    â€œGreat. Okay.” He nervously looked around, probably hoping by some miracle that there might be something lying around his office that would tell him where to start.
    â€œListen,” I said as he continued to search. “I don’t think Roberto broke into Marcy’s house. I think we should reopen the investigation.”
    â€œHere it is,” he said triumphantly. He held up a plaid hat, like the one Sherlock Holmes wore. He returned to his shelf. I hoped that he wasn’t searching for a pipe.
    â€œGreat. Did you hear me?”
    â€œYes. Marcy’s house. Who do you think did it?”
    â€œI have my suspicions, but I’d rather not say right now.”
    â€œOkay,” he said. I waited for him to suggest a course of action, but I was torn. I wanted to give him the