I was just coming off Christmas break, and dreading my return to school, when the best case of my career came my way. Mrs. Thornton’s garage was br oken into and her 1977 Mustang was stolen from it—right in broad daylight! She’s my neighbor, so I heard about the case first hand.
Well, needless to say, the neighborhood was in a ruckus. Everywhere I turned, I heard shouts of, “It’s not safe in our own neighborhood!” or, “What is happening to the neighborhood!” or, “I’m moving back to the Midwest where it’s safe.”
My head nearly spun with all the cries for help. “I can do this one,” I said to my mother on the third day after the robbery. She was tidying up the playroom and I kept running in front of her, trying to catch her attention. I slapped a closed fist into my palm. “It’s exactly what I’ve been looking for!”
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