softly.
âForgive me, Sam, if I donât throw a parade every time you do the work youâve been assigned. This morning, you did your job. No more, no less. When you go above and beyond whatâs asked of youâif, for instance, you ever demonstrate that youâve mastered the skill of pickpocketingâthen Dr. Sakata and I will be the first to applaud.â
I chew on my bottom lip, still steaming, but Mr. Wells changes the subject abruptly.
âAll right, then! Tomorrowâs the fourth day of Christmas. And thatâs
especially
important because itâs what?â He looks to me.
I answer automatically, âThe return of Nickel Bay Nick.â
âPrecisely. Now, my housekeeper comes tomorrow, and I donât want to take the chance of her seeing you here. So . . .â He rolls back to the worktable and indicates the store-bought items in front of us. âYouâll take these with you this evening and leave from your home in the morning. Do you understand?â
I gulp. âYouâre trusting me with all this money overnight?â
He looks me in the eye. âI will trust you until you give me a reason not to. Do I make myself clear?â
And though my stomach tightens at the thought of all those Nickel Bay Bucks in my care, I meet his gaze and answer, âCrystal.â
âGood.â Mr. Wells pulls on his cotton gloves, I slip on my own winter gloves, and together we carefully load my backpack with more money than I have ever dreamed of having in my possession.
THE RETURN OF A LEGEND
December 28â29
The second I walk in the front door, my cell phone goes off. Itâs Jaxon. âWhat do you want?â I bark as I remove my Rolex and hide itâalong with my full knapsackâin the back of my bedroom closet.
âYo, yo, Samwich!â Jaxon starts in, like he doesnât have a care in the world. âIvy and me, weâre gonna crash the new three-D movie at the Angel Street Cinema tonight. Wanna come be our lookout?â
âBe your own lookouts,â I snarl.
That makes Jaxon laugh. âWhoa! Youâre not upset about that thing with the hair dye, are you?â
âI had to buy a second box and pay for it myself!â
âSo, sue me!â Jaxon squeals. âMy dadâs a lawyer, and heâll kick your butt all over the courtroom.â
People in Nickel Bay whisper that Jaxonâs dad got famous and rich by keeping a lot of bad guys out of jail. Jaxon loves to drop that fact about a jillion times in every conversation.
Just then, I hear Dad come through the front door. I close my closet and say, âI gotta go,â as I snap the phone shut.
âHey, Sam,â Dad calls. âHow was your day?â
âOh, yâknow,â I yell back.
He leans into my bedroom. âNo, I
donât
know. Thatâs why Iâm asking.â
âWell, let me tell you, then,â I say, folding my arms. âToday I moved and alphabetized all the files starting with
F
and
G.
The
F
boxes were a real snooze, but, man! Those
G
files were mind-blowing!â I smile sweetly. âAnd how was your day?â
âNo need to be snide,â Dad grumbles as he walks away.
That night we eat mac ânâ cheese without saying a word. After I take my seven-thirty pill, I hang out in my bedroom, pretending to read, but my gaze keeps drifting to my closet door. Iâm so distracted that when Dad pops in just before bedtime and says, âDonât forget . . .â I jump about three feet out of my chair.
âJeez!â I yelp.
âSorry,â Dad says. âDidnât mean to scare you.â
âYou didnât,â I sniff. âWhat did you say?â
âDonât forget,â he says, âweâve got Mrs. Atkinson tomorrow.â
âI didnât forget.â
The truth is, I had totally forgotten. The same way I forgot our last appointment in early
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