Dodger A Sticky Trap The next day, Kate and Mike slept late. At breakfast, there was no talk of the Dodger or the police. Mr. Hopkins seemed to have forgotten the previous night’s break-in. Kate tried to keep her father’s mind off it by asking a lot of questions about the Dodgers. After breakfast, Mr. Hopkins locked the door securely. They had tickets for that afternoon’s game at Dodger Stadium, but Mr. Hopkins had planned a surprise stop. As they drove through L.A., Mike watched the palm trees, taco stands, and car washes roll by. California looked very different from New York. “We’re getting close,” said Mr. Hopkins. “Want a hint to where we’re going?” “Yeah!” Kate said. She liked to know what was going on. “This is easy,” Mr. Hopkins said. “Unless you haven’t been practicing your Spanish. Try these hints. Negra. Brea.” Kate bit her lip and twirled her ponytail around her finger.
