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Tangled Up in Mayhem (Volume 3) (The Tangled Mysteries, Band 3) - Softcover

Buch 3 von 3: The Tangled Mysteries

Wyatt, Merrill

 
9781665931069: Tangled Up in Mayhem (Volume 3) (The Tangled Mysteries, Band 3)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 166593106X ISBN 13: 9781665931069
Verlag: Margaret K. McElderry Books, 2024

Inhaltsangabe

“Sleuths skillfully, satisfyingly solve silly roller-coaster shenanigans.” —Kirkus Reviews

Sloane and Amelia’s investigation at an amusement park quickly turns ominous when they come up against a cohort of villains determined to stop them in this third book in the Tangled Mysteries middle grade series perfect for fans of The Book Scavenger and Lemons.

Sloane and Amelia’s amateur detective agency has landed their first paid gig! After seeing their YouTube documentary series, eccentric millionaire Covington Cooley hires them to solve a mystery: the secret location of a time capsule buried in 1865 somewhere on the grounds of Cedar Point Amusement Park. Cooley is sure that the box holds documents proving that his ancestor is the rightful owner of the land, a fact which, if proven, would turn him from a millionaire to a billionaire overnight.

But there are plenty of parties who are interested in stopping Sloane and Amelia from finding the capsule, like the park manager who wants to protect Cedar Point, Sloane and Amelia’s schoolmate bent on destroying their reputation, and the ghostly specter that’s been caught on camera tampering with documents and equipment related to the time capsule search!

Sloane and Amelia are determined to find out what’s going on no matter what, even if it means fighting off the possessed, undead clowns Amelia is certain roam all carnival parks.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Merrill Wyatt lives in Toledo, Ohio, with her husband, daughter, three cats, and a slightly surly guinea pig. She spent far too much of her childhood wandering around cemeteries and old Victorian homes. A middle school technology teacher, she is doll-phobic, donut-obsessed, and owns too many pairs of shoes.

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Chapter One: A New Case One A NEW CASE
It all began—as these things usually did—with Amelia being extremely dramatic.

There was nothing particularly surprising about that. Amelia was usually dramatic.

What was unusual was that she was being dramatic at a softball game.

(It should be noted that plenty of people get excited at softball games. However, that’s typically because they’re watching the game and have strong feelings about how their team is doing.)

However, when Amelia began shouting, it had nothing to do with the game.

In fact, she wasn’t even aware that there was a softball game going on at all.

On the other hand, Sloane noticed the game.

Maybe because she was in it.

The sun hit her eyes as she stepped up to bat. She tugged at the brim of her cap and squinted. Overhead, the sun panted in the sky above the Wauseon softball diamonds. As though trying to find a cloud with which to shade itself—and finding none. Puffs of dust rose from the grass in the outfield, which had turned crispy and brown with the July heat. Nearby, a train rumbled along the tracks, shaking loose chunks of gravel and adding even more dust into the air.

On the pitcher’s mound, Mackenzie Snyder squinted back at Sloane. She wasn’t trying to block out the dazzling sunlight, however.

She was doing it because she didn’t like what she was seeing.

Specifically, Sloane.

Shrugging, Sloane hefted her bat onto her shoulder and braced her legs. She knew how Mackenzie pitched. Just a little too close to the batter’s body. Not close enough to hit them, just close enough to make a nervous batter flinch backward.

Fortunately, Sloane wasn’t nervous.

Her teammates called her “Slayer Sloane” for her killer nerves under pressure.

But as Mackenzie cranked back her pitching arm, Amelia appeared in the far parking lot near the high school, running and shrieking, “Sloane!”

Instinctively, Sloane’s head twitched away from Mackenzie and toward her friend. Short and with a fiery mane of red curls, Amelia had made it across the parking lot and now ran along the chain-link fence separating right field from a creek bristling with wildflowers.

“Strike one!” the umpire cried as the softball whizzed past Sloane and was caught by Mackenzie’s teammate Kyleigh.

“Aw, Mr. Roth!” Sloane turned toward her seventh-grade English teacher. He made extra money in the summertime by umpiring softball games. “I was distracted!”

“Sorry, Sloane.” He crossed his arms. “That’s on you. Mac’s pitch was perfectly good.”

Out on the mound, Mackenzie cackled as Kyleigh slung the ball back to her.

“Sloane! Sloane-Sloane-Sloane!” Amelia tried to climb the chain-link fence. Neither terribly coordinated nor wearing very good shoes for it, she didn’t succeed. “Sloane! You won’t believe the news!”

News? In spite of herself, Sloane found her attention jerked toward Amelia again. Whatever it was, it probably had to do with their detective agency and YouTube channel: Osburn and Miller-Poe Investigations.

“Mr. Roth, can I please have a second?” Sloane begged, but her teacher-turned-umpire shook his head.

“Sorry, Sloane,” he said again. “Not unless your coach calls a time-out.”

Over in the shade of the ancient dugout, Sloane’s entire team glared at her, daring her to use up one of their precious timeouts.

Sloane swallowed and lifted up her bat, ignoring Amelia’s pleas.

Mackenzie smirked at her. In typically evil-but-perfect Mackenzie “Mac Attack” Snyder fashion, she timed her next pitch just right.

Right, that is, as Amelia drew closer, rattling the metal fence and shrieking, “It’s amazing! But we have to come up with a plan quick! Before my family does!”

Amelia’s family? Sloane shuddered at the thought.

And swung a second too late.

“Strike two!”

Amelia released the fence and disappeared behind the dugout, closer to the gate. Sloane prayed that Mackenzie would pitch before Amelia made it onto the diamond.

Mac did, for once mistiming the exact moment to make someone else miserable.

Grateful that even evil geniuses sometimes mess up, Sloane cracked the ball into the outfield. Mylie, the right fielder, tried to catch it, but her glove just missed. A fraction of an inch higher, and the softball would have made it over the fence and splashed into the creek, guaranteeing a home run. Instead, it chunked against the metal bar and thudded into the weeds.

Sloane would have to run for it.

“RUN!” her coach and teammates screamed from the dugout. “Run, Slayer, run!”

She took off toward first base.

As Amelia burst through the gate.

“Sloane!” Amelia panted behind her friend, completely uninterested in everyone shouting at her to get off the field. “We’ve been hired! Actually hired! With money! Someone wants to pay us to solve a mystery!”

What? What?! Hitting first base, Sloane’s instinct was to turn around. Instead, she forced herself to pivot toward second and pick up the pace.

Lifting up the skirts of a white dress that had no place on a dirty baseball diamond, Amelia chugged along after Sloane, still talking, “He saw the series we did on Ma Yaklin’s Missing Millions last month, and he was super impressed!”

“Amelia Miller-Poe, get off the field!” Mr. Roth shouted. When that didn’t stop her, he blew his whistle.

In the dugout, half of Sloane’s team was chanting “Run, Slayer, run! Run, Slayer, run!”

While the other half yelled at Amelia.

Sloane ignored it all, reaching second base. She wasn’t breathing properly and her running form was terrible, thanks to the distractions, but Sloane ignored that, too.

Because out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mylie flee from a hornet guarding the ball.

She could do this. She could make it.

Behind her, an exhausted-but-determined Amelia kept up, even though she lost a white shoe somewhere around second base when her heel broke. “He heard that BuzzFeed might be doing an interview with us and that we might even be getting our own show on Apple TV!”

BuzzFeed? Apple TV? When had all that happened? This was all new to Sloane. It was also almost enough to get her to slow down and turn around.

Almost.

But not quite.

Her lungs knocked against her ribs, begging her to stop. Sloane reached third base just as Mylie finally stunned the hornet with a swat of her leather mitt and scooped up the ball. By now, everyone was screaming.

At Sloane to run harder.

At Mylie to throw the ball.

At Amelia to get off the dang field.

“We’re actually getting hired, Sloane! By someone who wants to pay us! But my family wants to ‘help’! We’ve got to stop them, Sloane!” Amelia managed to make herself heard over the shrill screech of Mr. Roth’s whistle.

The softball zoomed through the air. Sloane put on an extra burst of speed, not caring if her lungs collapsed from the effort. She slid into home plate in a cloud of dirt and flying clumps of dandelions as she heard the THWACK of the ball hitting Kyleigh’s glove.

“SAFE!” Mr. Roth shouted his verdict.

Sloane’s team roared their approval as Mackenzie stormed in from the pitcher’s mound to argue....

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Verlag
Margaret K. McElderry Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2024
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
166593106X
ISBN 13 
9781665931069
Einband
Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
272
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