The Super Spies and the High School Bomber Read Online Free

teeth and then blew it out. She stomped her foot. “Lacey, you quit bawling right now! If you don’t stop crying you’ll have to stay here.”
    â€œI don’t want to stay here.” Lacey snuffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
    â€œThen knock it off.” Sarah glared at her. Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked down the hill.
    â€œWhat if there’s another explosion?” Scott called out.
    â€œI’m taking that chance.” Sarah called over her shoulder. “If you don’t want to, stay there.”
    She continued her trek, keeping to the path, her stride long and purposeful. After a few seconds of indecision, the rest of the Super Spies trailed behind her. Tension filled the air along with the ash and smoke.
    As she trudged down the hill, Sarah noticed an eerie silence. She watched ash fall from the sky. It reminded her of walking in the woods when it was snowing—there was movement but no sound.
    The rest of the group caught up with her, and they walked closer to the rubble, searching for any signs of life. Sarah’s heart hammered her chest. She was sure it would burst through any minute.
    â€œThis is horrible,” Jackie choked.
    Sarah grimaced. “You got that right.”
    They fanned out, surveying the catastrophe.
    Lacey flailed her arms. “Oh, no! Oh, no!”
    Sarah pivoted toward her, annoyed. “What now?”
    â€œIt’s a body!”
    â€œWhere?” Sarah ran toward her.
    Jackie and Scott traveled behind her.
    â€œOver there,” Lacey pointed. She whirled away unable to look any longer.
    Sarah peered in the direction where Lacey pointed and gasped. A pair of legs protruded from the debris. Large pieces of rubble squashed the upper body. She couldn’t see a head or any of the torso, only the legs and feet. Choking back a sob, Sarah stumbled toward the body. Her stomach twisted into a hard knot.
    â€œSarah, what are you doing?” Jackie asked.
    â€œI’m going to see if I can help him.”
    Jackie grabbed her arm and held her still. “Sarah…he’s dead. There’s no way you can help him.”
    â€œYou don’t know that,” Sarah argued. She tried to shake her arm free from Jackie's grasp.
    â€œSarah—”
    â€œWould you let go?” Sarah spat the words at her, full of fury. She managed to shake her arm free and jogged toward the body. The rest of the Super Spies followed close behind.
    When they got closer, Sarah realized the person had on khakis and running shoes. His belt was made of leather and the tail of a light blue oxford had come untucked from the pants.
    A sob caught in her throat. The rumpled shirt reminded her of her uncle. It was the first thing he did when he walked in the door, untuck his shirt. After that, he’d loosen his belt, and then he’d open the refrigerator door and grab a soda. He’d suck it down in seconds, then go and change his clothes. Tears welled in her eyes and she forced herself back to the present. Sarah glanced down and cringed—a dark stain leaked from the body and spread across the tarmac.
    â€œBlood!” Lacey shrieked.
    Sarah grabbed her and pulled her away, but Lacey struggled against her and broke free.
    â€œHe’s wearing running shoes! It’s Uncle Walt! It’s Uncle Walt!” Tears ran down Lacey’s face mixing with the dust and ash. She had finally lost it.
    Sarah came from behind and grabbed Lacey. She whirled her around and clutched her arms in a firm grip. Shaking her hard, Sarah said, “Uncle Walt’s running shoes are silver, these are red. Besides, he never wears his running shoes to work. It isn’t Uncle Walt.”
    Lacey pulled out of Sarah’s angry clutches and rubbed her arms. She stopped screaming, but watched Sarah warily for another angry outburst.
    â€œIf it isn’t Uncle Walt, where is he?” Lacey wailed. Not waiting for an answer,