Kelsey the Spy Read Online Free

piney air, feeling excited and lucky to be in the CCSC. Becca, Leo, and I never would have become friends if we hadn’t rescued the kittens from a dumpster. Since then we’ve solved two mysteries, and if we find out who left the grandfather clock in our shack, that will make three.
    We leave the rustic woods for a paved road, then coast downhill into downtown Sun Flower. There are only three streets of businesses surrounded by older neighborhoods. After a few turns, we’re on Seventh Street where single-storied houses all have the same L-shaped design—except for the towering home at 189 Seventh Street. It looks like a mini-castle with stone walls, turrets, green hedges, and cobbled paths circling a pond with a stone frog fountain.
    â€œI always wondered about this house.” Becca stares up in awe. “Whenever I ride by, I imagine there’s a princess trapped inside the turret.”
    â€œKidnapped by a fire-breathing dragon who is really an enchanted prince,” I say, playing along.
    â€œThe princess’s kiss will turn him into a prince,” Becca adds, “but his fire breath could kill her, and he loves her too much to risk her life.”
    I sigh. “Poor dragon.”
    Leo looks at us like we’re crazy. “It’s physically impossible for a reptile to breathe fire,” he says. “And a dragon is a mythological creature.”
    â€œBut dragons are cool,” I say, winking at Becca. I spin my bike around and point down the block to a street corner with a bench. “Let’s get to spying. That bus stop will make a good stakeout location.”
    â€œI didn’t bring my surveillance drones,” Leo says. “But my phone has a spy app with flashlight, sonic alert, voice disguise, zoom cam, and voice recorder.”
    â€œI have my spy pack.” I reach up to pat my backpack. “I’ve added disguises—a wig, a hat, dark glasses, and a fake mustache.”
    â€œA mustache would look a little silly on me.” Becca giggles as she puts her finger under her nose to demonstrate. “And Leo is too young for facial hair.”
    Younger than you know , I think.
    â€œDisguises are useful surveillance tools.” Leo nods at me approvingly. “We may have to wait all day for someone to enter or exit the house.”
    â€œOr we could knock on the door and ask about the photo,” Becca suggests.
    I grin. “That could work too.”
    We park our bikes in the driveway, then follow the cobbled path around the frog fountain and up the steep front steps. Instead of a doorbell, there’s a dragon-head door knocker.
    â€œA dragon guards the door,” Becca teases, then thuds the door knocker.
    I draw back, almost expecting a fiery roar, but nothing happens … until the door opens.
    Standing in front of us is a movie-star gorgeous guy. He’s college-aged and looks familiar. When he smiles, his teeth are white enough to sell toothpaste.
    â€œMay I help you?” he asks in a British accent.
    I glance over at Becca, expecting her to do the talking since she’s our club’s social operative. But she’s staring like she’s been hypnotized.
    I must be staring too, because it’s Leo who speaks up.
    â€œGood afternoon,” he says with a formal nod. “I’m Leopold, and these are my friends Kelsey and Becca.”
    â€œMy mates call me Reggie. I do hope you’re selling something edible. My cupboards are quite bare.” He looks at my backpack hopefully. “Do you have biscuits, I mean, cookies?”
    â€œSorry.” I shake my head. “We’re not selling anything.”
    â€œMy bad luck,” Reggie says lightly. “So what can I do for you?”
    Becca snaps out of her trance and flashes a sweet smile. “We’d just like to ask you a few questions. We’re doing a school project on—”
    â€œUnique architecture,” Leo says.
    â€œAnd