stolen bikes?â said the city workers with the garbage truck. âPeople are crazy not to lock things up.â
I wasnât crazy!
âIf itâs not lockedâ¦â said the guy at the gas station. His name was AJ, or at least thatâs what was written on his shirt. He finished the statement with a what-do-you-expect kind of shrug. But then he looked sympathetic and added, âIâll keep an eye open for it. I see a lot of things from this corner.â
After AJ, we saw the perfect sisters. They arenât really sisters, but they dress alike, talk alike and always do what theyâre supposed to. Even their bikes are the same.
âWatch out if youâre headed to the corner store,â Riley called to them. âLeviâs bike just got stolen!â
In unison, they swerved across the street toward us. Synchro-biking. Maybe it could be a new sport.
âWas it locked?â they asked together.
âI was only inside for a minute,â I said. âIt was the middle of the day. It was right in front of the store.â
âWe always lock our bikes,â said Julia.
âNo matter how long weâre going to be,â said May.
âOr where we leave them,â said Julia.
Of course they did. They were the perfect sisters. They smiled at each other and pedaled away, side by side.
It was the first question Rileyâs mom asked too. Except Rileyâs mom is really nice and her very next words were, âSorry, Levi. No matter how it happened, I know how much you and Riley like your bikes. You must feel awful.â
She was right. I do like my bike. Riley and I have all kinds of adventures on our bikes. I did feel awful.
Besides his great mom, Riley also has a dad, a little sister, an older brother and a bunch of cousins that come and go. Usually I liked to stay at Rileyâs house for a while. But I knew it was time to go home and tell Dad. Telling Dad was going to be the hard part.
My dad doesnât yell or shoutâheâs not that kind of dad. But heâs big on responsibility. Itâs one of a whole list of things he says Mom would have wanted me to learn. Locking up my bike was the responsible thing I was supposed to do. I couldnât even argue with him about whether or not that kind of stuff was important to Mom. My mom died when I was too little to remember. I guess you already know the first thing he asked.
âWas it locked?â
I could feel the word yes forming on my lips. If I asked Riley to go along with it, Dad might never find out!
But I didnât lie. I shook my head no.
Adults always say that itâs best to tell the truth. Iâm not so sure. Dad was even more disappointed than Iâd expected. He looked tired and he looked discouraged. He poured himself a cup of coffee. He goes through a lot of coffee these days. He is trying to work from home because Iâm too old for a babysitter, but he doesnât want me on my own all summer either. Responsible kid, responsible parent. Iâm not sure it is working out.
âI know,â I said. âI should have locked it.â
âLocked or unlocked, it needs to be reported to the police,â he said. âGive me a few minutes to finish what Iâm doing. Weâll take the car.â
As we drove, I looked hard out the window, trying to see through fences and behind trees just in case I saw my bike. I didnât.
If youâve ever thought that a police station might be a fun place to visit, forget it. Cameras watched us walk from the parking lot to the door. We had to ring an intercom buzzer and ask to come in. The door was made of heavy metalâreally heavy, as in bulletproof. It closed behind us with a loud metallic click . Yup. First weâd been locked out. Now we were locked in. Visiting the police station makes you feel like a criminal.
A uniformed officer was doing paperwork behind a tall counter. For a moment, I thought things might be
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