The Case of the Fire Alarm (8 page)

Zack is afraid to tell who did it.

Zack is afraid that whoever locked him in the closet will do something even worse if he tells.

Here is what I don’t know:

Who has been giving Zack a hard time?

Who locked Zack in the closet?

Here is my plan:

???

I lie down and think about this.

Zack won’t talk because he’s scared. He was awfully scared when he was talking to Mom about the fire drill, too. Why?
Maybe he saw who pulled the alarm
.

Maybe the person who pulled the alarm knows that Zack saw him and is afraid Zack is going to tell. So he locked Zack in the storage closet to warn him to keep quiet.

I hop up and nudge Zack’s arm to get his attention. “Did you see who pulled the fire alarm?” I ask. “Was it Michael?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Mom!” I say. “Ask Zack if he saw who pulled the fire alarm! I think the person who pulled the fire alarm is the same person who locked Zack in the storage closet.”

“Buddy, do you have to go outside?” Mom asks.

“NO!” I say. Why do humans always think we have to go outside?

“I can take him outside, Mrs. K.,” says a kid I don’t know. He’s about Zack’s age, and he’s sort of bouncing around in Mom’s doorway. He’s like a little human pogo stick ... jumping, jumping, jumping.

“
I’ll
take Buddy outside,” Ellie says from the other office. “Why don’t you sit down, Tristan. Mrs. Keene isn’t ready to talk to you yet.”

But instead of sitting down, Tristan leaps up and slaps the top of the doorjamb.

Wow! That kid can jump
high!

“Sit down, Tristan!” Ellie says, leading him to a bench beside her desk. “Save your jumping for the playground.”

“I don’t think Buddy needs to go outside,” Mom says. She reaches over and closes the door.

She probably said that because she wanted Ellie to stay in the office and keep an eye on that human jumping bean.

Hey, wait a minute.
Human jumping bean?

That gives me a whole new idea about who might have pulled the fire alarm.
And
who locked Zack inside the storage closet.

I remember now where I smelled the bananas, sweat socks, and dirt scent. And the hamburger, pencils, and dirt scent. Those scents belonged to the kids who were in that club, the Sharks. They told Zack he had to do something no one else in the school had ever done if he wanted to get into the club. Has anyone else in this school ever pulled a fire alarm?

I go over to Zack and lay my head in his lap. “Did
you
pull the fire alarm, Zack?” I ask with my eyes.

I know he can jump really high. I saw him on the playground. He jumped to a really high bar on the climbing toy. Could he reach the alarm if he
jumped?

“Are those boys afraid you’ll tell Mom that it’s their fault you pulled the alarm?” I ask. “Did they lock you in the storage closet to warn you to keep quiet?”

Zack is looking everywhere except at me.

“You should tell Mom if that’s what happened,” I say, snuggling deeper into his lap.

“Buddy must like you, Zack,” Mom says. “You can pet him, if you want.”

“Yeah, you can pet me if you want,” I say.

He touches my head. Then pats me gently on the back.

“If you don’t want to tell me how you got locked in the storage closet, maybe you can tell Buddy,” Mom says. “He’s a good listener.”

Zack’s hand starts to shake a little. I think he
wants
to tell me what happened, but he’s afraid.

I lick Zack’s hand. “Mom’s right. I
am
a good listener.”

Zack looks at me. “Some second-graders locked me in the closet,” he says in a small voice. “They did it because they didn’t want me to tell anyone about their club.”

“What club is that?” Mom asks.

Zack swallows. “The Sharks. You have to do something no one else in the whole school has ever done to get in.” He pauses. “So I ... pulled the fire alarm.”

I knew it!

Mom draws in her breath. “I see,” she says, sitting back in her chair. “I’m glad you told Buddy and me.”

Zack bites his lip. “Am I going to go to jail?”

“No,” Mom says. “But I am going to call your parents. And I’ll need the names of the other kids who are in the Sharks, too. We need to talk about the difference between a good club and a bad club.”

Mom moves my pillow out of her office and sets it next to Ellie’s desk. “Lie down, Buddy,” she says, pointing to the pillow.

I lie down. “What’s going on?” I say.

But Mom and Ellie are too busy moving chairs from Ellie’s office into Mom’s office to answer me.

Mrs. Argus, the kids from the Sharks, and some parents come in. They go into Mom’s office and Mom closes the door. Ellie gives my head a pat, then turns to her computer.

A bell rings. Kids pour into the hallway and I hear talking and laughing. Then it is quiet.

Mom’s door remains closed.

After a while, Ellie turns off her computer. She knocks lightly on Mom’s door. “I’m heading out, Sarah,” she says to the closed door. “Buddy is sleeping on his pillow. Would you like me to bring him in there with you, or do you think he’s okay out here?”

“He’s fine out there,” Mom says. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ellie. Thanks.”

“See you tomorrow,” Ellie replies. “And I’ll see you tomorrow, too, Buddy.” She reaches into her pocket and tosses me a liver treat. I LOVE liver treats. They’re my favorite food!

Ellie smiles, then turns out the light in the main office and leaves.

I put my head back down on my paws and close my eyes. Now that I’ve solved the Case of the Fire Alarm and the Case of the Kid in the Cabinet, maybe I can give up detective work once and for all.

I’m thinking happy thoughts as I drift off to sleep. Nothing but happy thoughts. Liver treats ... cheese ... bacon and eggs ...

All of a sudden I have the strangest feeling I’m being watched.

My eyes pop open. I don’t see anything. But I feel a cool burst of air ripple through my fur. I shiver.

Then the office door slams shut.

I leap to my feet. The windows aren’t open. And there’s no one here who could have closed that door.

The door to Mom’s office opens. “What was that noise?” she asks. She glances toward the closed office door. “Oh, Mr. Poe must’ve come and closed that door.”

Mr. Poe? No, I don’t think so. I didn’t see him, and I didn’t smell him.

I think back to what Jazzy told me about seeing strange things in the school during the night. I remember what Connor told Michael about the school being haunted. And what Cat with No Name said:
I’ve seen the ghost at the school.

Could
there be a ghost here?

Hmm ... maybe I shouldn’t give up the detective business just yet. I have a feeling there are more cases to solve around this school. Besides, I LOVE being a detective. It’s my favorite thing!

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