loud thud outside the house. She and Pavi bolted down the stairs. The mothers and the boys were already at the front door.
âDid you hear that?â Neelaâs mother asked.
âIt sounded like something hit the house,â Mrs. Sunder said.
They opened the door. A few tree branches swayed in the wind. But no one was there.
Mrs. Krishnan stepped out, frowning. âWas it snow from the roof?â She peered up to see if the snow had shifted.
They decided to look around the house. Mrs. Krishnan, Mrs. Sunder, and the boys went along the side nearest to the garage, while Neela and Pavi skirted the front, behind the azalea bushes. Pavi was the first one to shout out. âI found it!â
Everyone quickly gathered around. âItâs a note,â she said excitedly. The note was attached to a rock with several rubber bands. âSomebody threw this and ran off.â
âWhy didnât they put it in our mailbox?â Neela said. âWhat if we werenât home? Weâd never find it behind the azaleas.â
Pavi undid the note from the rock. The words on it had been formed from letters cut out of a newspaper.
N EE L A, I F Y O U Kn ow Wh ATâS GO OD F o R y o u, ST OP
L O OK i N G F O R Y Ou R VE EN A !!
Y OU W iL L nE V ER G E T I T BA C K
AND IF YO U K EEP
A s K i NG QU EST I O N S AT T HE
CH uR CH , Y O U AND Y OUR
G R A ND M o TH E R WI L L SU F F E R
T H E C ON S E QUA N CE
âGrandmother?â Neelaâs mother repeated.
Pavi was excited. âThis is just like the movies!â
âWhy is there newspaper on it?â Sree asked.
âSo we canât recognize the personâs handwriting,â Pavi explained. âThey donât want us to be able to trace it back to them.â
âWhy didnât they just type the letter?â Neela asked. âTalk about dumb.â Something caught her eye. âLook,â she said, pointing toward the edge of the lawn.
Everyone walked to the end of the property, where they found a line of tracks crisscrossing the snow along the edge of the driveway.
âTheyâre boot tracks,â Neela said. âThey stop here, where whoever it was threw the rock. And the tracks look pretty big. Like a grown man made them.â
âLike Hal?â Pavi asked.
âIs that the man from the church?â Mrs. Sunder asked.
Mrs. Krishnan looked worried. âI thought he was a thief. Now heâs psycho, too. And why is he bringing Lalitha Patti into this?â
âIt might be some kids pulling a prank?â Mrs. Sunder suggested.
âOver her veena?â Mrs. Krishnan asked. âI thought kids just threw rotten eggs.â
Pavi looked mildly insulted. âKids are more sophisticated than that.â
âMaybe thereâs a clue in the note,â Neela said. She stared at the footprints in the snow. Was Hal warning her to stop trying to find her veena?
But Mrs. Krishnan wasnât interested in clues. âIâm calling the police.â She asked everyone to come inside. âI donât want some nut out there to hurt you.â
Mrs. Krishnan contacted the police department and gave a description of what happened. Within ten minutes, an officer came to their door. They showed him the rock and the footprints. He looked at one, then the other, and scratched his head.
âTell him about the veena,â Mrs. Sunder said.
âThe what?â he asked.
Here we go again, Neela thought. She remembered her father spelling âveenaâ at the station a few weeks ago.
Mrs. Krishnan ran through the whole past month, including the report they had already filed.
The police officer listened patiently and said, âMaâam, I wish I could say these all added up to something. You know what I mean?â
Mrs. Krishnan murmured something to the effect of, yes, she knew what he meant. Which was basically that he wasnât going to do much more about it.
The officer turned to
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