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Vaslov ran up. “That’s our thief all right. He has guacamole on his jacket.”
    We heard sirens and saw a police car pull up in front of the school. “Go tell the officers where we are,” Mr. Vaslov said. “Tell them to bring shovels.”
    “Sure thing!” I said, pressing the button on my wristband.

    Maria, Gio, Erika, her grandmother, my mom, and just about everyone else from Building D came to watch Officers Chen and Sanchez arrest the Serial School Purse Snatcher.
    “How long did you think you could get away with this?” Officer Chen asked as he handcuffed the thief.
    The Serial School Purse Snatcher hung his head so no one could see his face.
    “Starwood Park is safe again,” Mom said.
    Mr. Vaslov quietly patted me on the back.
    After that, we all went back to the gym to have lucky green cake.

    “Yum,” Gio said, licking his fingers. “This is as good as guacamole. Green must be a good color for food.”
    The next morning, Maria, Gio, and I went to the sledding hill with all the other kids from Starwood Park. The sun was so bright, we hardly got cold.
    Mr. Vaslov came too with some clean trash can lids so we had more sleds to share. That put everyone in an extra good mood, even Erika. She didn’t say a mean thing all day. In fact, at the top of the hill, she told Gio and me to go down the hill first.
    “How come?” I asked, just to be sure she wasn’t planning to crash into us or anything.
    “I owe you one,” she said, popping a purple bubble.
    So we zoomed down the hill in front of Erika, cheering all the way.

“Engaging and fast-paced, this title will bait many young imaginations, particularly among the Flat Stanley crowd.”— School Library Journal

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