The Case of the Missing Mascot (A Sherlock Shakespeare Mystery Book 1) by Sydney Katt
Authors: Sydney Katt
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"You know, I've been interviewing waitresses all week for this Saturday's dinner for the governor and I haven't been able to find a single soul I'd trust to carry a butter knife."
"That's too bad."
"Too bad? If I don't have better luck with the batch coming to interview tomorrow at three, I may find myself serving my own guests. Can you even imagine the travesty of it? What could be worse than that?"
"Not even death itself," I deadpanned. "That'll be $214.77."
He sneered at me and tossed his credit card down onto the counter, clearly letting me know that placing it in my outstretched hand was beneath him. He must not've been paying attention because a piece of paper flew out of his wallet with it. If he'd been nicer, I might've handed it to him. As it was, I barely glanced at the small recipe card for suckling pig when I grabbed his credit card and slid it through the reader.
He snatched up the paper with just as much distaste as he'd used to throw down his credit card while he waited on me to process his transaction. I handed back his credit card with the receipt and walked him to the door. Finally, this doomed day was over.
Except the phone started ringing again while I was shutting off the lights and locking up the cash.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling here," I shouted into the phone.
"I certainly hope that's not how you always answer the phone when you work, sweetie, or we might have to rethink hiring someone else."
"Sorry, Mom. It's just that—"
"My cell's about to die. Which do you prefer: green or blue?"
"It depends on what it is, I guess."
My mind wandered back to LePort carrying around a recipe for suckling pig in his wallet. That was weird.
"I'm just picking up a dress for you to wear to the dance this Friday."
"Oh. I don't need a dress anymore."
There was so much silence at the end of the line that I wondered if her phone had already died. "Sweetheart, you say that every year, but then you always rush out on Thursday night or Friday afternoon to buy one anyway. Green or blue?"
"Mom," I whined. When she didn't seem to relent, I finally answered, "Green."
"Good choice. See you soon."
Apparently, my parents were the only two people in Devils Reach who didn't know about my quasi-breakup with Tom. Maybe she'd be able to return it. Not that she would. Even though I was completely capable of picking out and buying my own clothes, my mother loved picking up outfits she thought I should wear even though I never would.
Someone must've taken away her dolls before she was ready when she was a kid.
I finished locking up and started home as quickly as I could. Something about the interaction with LePort was tickling at the edges of my mind and wouldn't go away. I didn't have a clue what suckling pig was, but I did know that I needed to find out more about it. If anyone in town was awful enough to eat the school's mascot, it was certainly Francois LePort.
I was so inside my own head during the walk home that I didn't realize Drew and Watson were walking home on the other side of street until I approached the intersection. When I realized Drew was looking at me, I raised my hand to wave, but he just glared at me, stuffed his hands into his pockets and took the sidewalk to the left that would lead him home. I crossed the street to join Watson and we took the sidewalk leading to the right.
Watson put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed lightly. "It'll work out."
"Yeah."
He removed his arm. "Wanna hear about what Tanya did at the cookout?"
"Not really."
"Yeah you do."
"Fine, Wats. What did she do this time?"
He started dancing around in front of me in excitement while we walked. "She dumped her entire cherry slushie on her boyfriend's head when he looked at another girl. Then she started throwing hot dogs at him until some of the parents made her leave." His eyes sparkled. "Looks like they might be
"You know, I've been interviewing waitresses all week for this Saturday's dinner for the governor and I haven't been able to find a single soul I'd trust to carry a butter knife."
"That's too bad."
"Too bad? If I don't have better luck with the batch coming to interview tomorrow at three, I may find myself serving my own guests. Can you even imagine the travesty of it? What could be worse than that?"
"Not even death itself," I deadpanned. "That'll be $214.77."
He sneered at me and tossed his credit card down onto the counter, clearly letting me know that placing it in my outstretched hand was beneath him. He must not've been paying attention because a piece of paper flew out of his wallet with it. If he'd been nicer, I might've handed it to him. As it was, I barely glanced at the small recipe card for suckling pig when I grabbed his credit card and slid it through the reader.
He snatched up the paper with just as much distaste as he'd used to throw down his credit card while he waited on me to process his transaction. I handed back his credit card with the receipt and walked him to the door. Finally, this doomed day was over.
Except the phone started ringing again while I was shutting off the lights and locking up the cash.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling here," I shouted into the phone.
"I certainly hope that's not how you always answer the phone when you work, sweetie, or we might have to rethink hiring someone else."
"Sorry, Mom. It's just that—"
"My cell's about to die. Which do you prefer: green or blue?"
"It depends on what it is, I guess."
My mind wandered back to LePort carrying around a recipe for suckling pig in his wallet. That was weird.
"I'm just picking up a dress for you to wear to the dance this Friday."
"Oh. I don't need a dress anymore."
There was so much silence at the end of the line that I wondered if her phone had already died. "Sweetheart, you say that every year, but then you always rush out on Thursday night or Friday afternoon to buy one anyway. Green or blue?"
"Mom," I whined. When she didn't seem to relent, I finally answered, "Green."
"Good choice. See you soon."
Apparently, my parents were the only two people in Devils Reach who didn't know about my quasi-breakup with Tom. Maybe she'd be able to return it. Not that she would. Even though I was completely capable of picking out and buying my own clothes, my mother loved picking up outfits she thought I should wear even though I never would.
Someone must've taken away her dolls before she was ready when she was a kid.
I finished locking up and started home as quickly as I could. Something about the interaction with LePort was tickling at the edges of my mind and wouldn't go away. I didn't have a clue what suckling pig was, but I did know that I needed to find out more about it. If anyone in town was awful enough to eat the school's mascot, it was certainly Francois LePort.
I was so inside my own head during the walk home that I didn't realize Drew and Watson were walking home on the other side of street until I approached the intersection. When I realized Drew was looking at me, I raised my hand to wave, but he just glared at me, stuffed his hands into his pockets and took the sidewalk to the left that would lead him home. I crossed the street to join Watson and we took the sidewalk leading to the right.
Watson put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed lightly. "It'll work out."
"Yeah."
He removed his arm. "Wanna hear about what Tanya did at the cookout?"
"Not really."
"Yeah you do."
"Fine, Wats. What did she do this time?"
He started dancing around in front of me in excitement while we walked. "She dumped her entire cherry slushie on her boyfriend's head when he looked at another girl. Then she started throwing hot dogs at him until some of the parents made her leave." His eyes sparkled. "Looks like they might be
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