“How could I be spying on you? I wasn’t even looking in your direction. I was looking at—at—” He glanced around wildly. “That car!” Jazz raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah.” Suddenly her hands shot out. Before he could duck, her fingers clamped over his eyes. “What color is it?” “Huh?” “What color is the car?” Milo tried to think. Uhh. . . . He had no idea. So much for the first step toward becoming a super sleuth. “Silver?” he guessed. She took her hand away. The car was brown. “I mean—kind of silvery brown. You know.” Jazz crossed her arms. “I know you were spying on me. You even faked tying your shoelace.” “What makes you think I was faking?” She pointed at his sneakers. “Velcro.” Milo scowled. She was a better observer than he was, and she hadn’t even read Dash’s lesson. Jazz reached for the spy shades. Sounding friendlier, she said, “I saw these in Whodunnit magazine. Do they really work?” She tried them on and craned her head.
What do You think about The Case Of The Stinky Socks?
