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Think a baby monitor is just to keep tabs on the baby? That's what Jessie Hanson believes until she hears a sinister conversation coming through her little brother's monitor. Instead of baby chatter, Jessie hears a rough-talking man and a woman with an accent planning a robbery somewhere in her small Nebraska town. Twelve-year-old Jessie, with the reluctant help of her best friend, Tina Adams, decides to track down these thieves before someone gets hurt.Strangers in the Lane is the second in this novella mystery series. Recommended for ages 9-12.

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Publié par	Untreed Reads
Date de parution	01 janvier 0001
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781611874372
Langue	English

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Strangers in the Lane
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Dedication
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Strangers in the Lane
By Virginia Rose Richter

Copyright 2012 by Virginia Rose Richter
Cover Copyright 2012 by Virginia Rose Richter and Untreed Reads Publishing
The author is hereby established as the sole holder of the copyright. Either the publisher (Untreed Reads) or author may enforce copyrights to the fullest extent.

Previously published in print, 2012.

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to the living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Also by Virginia Rose Richter and Untreed Reads Publishing
The Secret of Willow Lane

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Strangers in the Lane
A Willow Lane Mystery
Virginia Rose Richter
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To my children: Mark, Bruce, David and Susanna
Who support me and make me laugh.
CHAPTER ONE
The last thing twelve-year-old Jessie Hanson wanted to do that day was babysit Phillip. All her friends were going sledding after school. But her mom insisted because she had an appointment and Mrs. Winter was sick. Mrs. Winter was a neighbor who babysat Jessie’s little brother and thought Phillip was a perfect child. As it turned out, Jessie’s babysitting probably saved two lives.
It was the end of March and cold-even for Nebraska. Slate gray clouds hung low in the sky and threatened snow. After school, Tina Adams, Jessie’s best friend since first grade, decided against sledding. Instead, she walked home with Jessie.
“I’ll help out with Phillip.” Tina pulled her stocking cap down over her dark hair. “I need all the babysitting duty I can get.” Tina’s mom was expecting a baby within a month.
Jessie was grateful for the company. By the time they got to her house on Willow Lane, the girls were hungry and half-frozen. Phillip was still asleep.
They said goodbye to Jessie’s mom and fixed popcorn to eat while they did their homework. In the living room, Jessie plugged in the baby monitor and settled next to Tina on the floor. The baby monitor transmitted any sound from Phillip’s bedroom. Jessie heard him sigh and turn over in his sleep.
Tina sat up and scooped a handful of popcorn from the bowl. “My science project is going nowhere.” She nibbled on a puffy kernel.
“I’d like to know why Mrs. Carlson never lets us choose our own subject.” Jessie tossed her blonde braid over her shoulder. “I’d do something on lightning. Maybe if I understood it better, I wouldn’t be scared of it.”
Tina laughed. “I cannot believe you’re actually afraid of something.”
Jessie smiled and pulled a pencil from her backpack.
“You have a weird sense of humor. Get to work.”
Tina reset a silver clip to corral a loose strand of hair.
“I hate to admit it, but I have zero interest in the tides.”
“Don’t talk so loud,” whispered a gruff male voice. “You’ll wake up the kid!”
“Ya, ya. You too can be quiet,” said a woman with an accent.
Jessie and Tina jumped to their feet. Tina’s brown eyes were huge. “Who was that ?”
Jessie shook her head slowly. She tiptoed to the hallway and peeked around the corner. No one was there.
The gruff man spoke again. “A week from today. Thursday is the only day she works alone. I’ll be in and out in ten minutes.”
Tina pointed to the baby monitor as the Accent Woman said, “The stuff? You can fence quick?”
“No problem,” said the man. “It’s a good stash for this little burg. I’ll take it to Lincoln and sell it.”
Jessie raced up the stairway and opened Phillip’s bedroom door. He was still asleep. She looked under his crib. No one. She jerked open his closet door and shoved the clothes on the rod to one side. No one. She hurried back to Tina.
“Mama.” Phillip was awake. The strange voices were gone.
“What happened?” Jessie’s voice trembled.
Tina turned off the monitor. “I’ve heard of this. Conversations from other houses in the neighborhood come through the baby monitor.” She picked up her notebook and the big blue popcorn bowl and set them on the coffee table. “The speakers have to be in the room with a baby monitor turned on. I think it’s about the airwaves. Now that’s the science project we should be doing-something useful.”
The girls took the hall stairs two at a time, back up to Phillip’s room.
“Spooky!” Jessie’s blue eyes sparkled. “You know what?”
“Uh-oh.” Tina frowned. “I’m afraid to ask. What?”
“We’d better brush up on our detective skills.” Jessie turned the glass knob on Phillip’s door. “Those two sounded like they were planning to steal something.”
“I guess you’re right,” Tina said. “We should find out who they are before somebody gets hurt.”
Phillip jumped up and down in his crib, gleeful at the sight of Jessie and Tina. “Jes-sie, Ti-na, Jes-sie, Ti-na,” he chanted.
He was two now. Tall for two. Jessie loved the way his hair curled and was turning blond like hers.
He winked at them. A perfect wink.
Tina laughed. “He winked at me! Babies can’t wink.”
Jessie lifted Phillip and his teddy bear out of the crib. “I taught him. To make up for teaching him to stick out his tongue.”
“Did your folks ever find out where he learned that?”
“No! And don’t you tell, Tina. They’re still hoping it’ll go away. Wink, Phillip.”
He winked with one eye and then the other.
Tina kissed his cheek. “You are very cute, Phillip Hanson.”
“Down,” he said and struggled from Jessie’s grasp.
Jessie grabbed a fresh diaper from the shelf. “Wait, Phillip. Let’s change your pants.”
He laughed and ran. “Don’t catch me! Don’t catch me!”
Jessie giggled. “I’m gonna catch you. Here I come.”
Gently, the girls tackled him, wrestled him to the carpet and changed him in a hurry. When they released him, he bolted like a calf let out of a pen.
Tina flung herself onto the floor and feigned exhaustion. “I think I’m too old to have a baby brother.”
Jessie knew Tina changed her mind daily about being a big sister. Sometimes she hated the idea and sometimes she could see the advantages. She said the big bonus would be her parents having someone else to fuss over besides her.
Downstairs, the front door closed. “Hi. Where is everyone?” Jessie’s mom was home.
“Mama!” Phillip hurried down the steps, careful to hang onto the banister.
Jessie ran to the top of the stairs. “Mom, are people bringing their little kids to the baby shower tomorrow?”
Her mother picked up Phillip. “Yes. I figured it would keep Phillip occupied. Why?”
“Tina and I want to help. We’ll entertain the kids. Okay?”
Her mom unwound Phillip’s arms from their stranglehold on her neck. “You’re volunteering to babysit ? Sure. I could definitely use the help. Be here by five o’clock. Oh, and wear a dress.” She threw Jessie a kiss.
Back in her bedroom, Jessie rummaged through the closet. “A dress, for gosh sake. I haven’t had one on in months.”
Tina leaned against the doorway with her arms folded. “Gee, Jessie. Thanks a lot for volunteering my services for a mass babysitting job.”
“Remain calm,” whispered Jessie. “How else are we going to check out who has kids and whose voices were on the baby monitor?”
“Ah! Very smart! Oh well, I guess I should help with the baby shower anyway since my mom is the guest of honor.”
“We’ve got one week to find those thieves,” said Jessie.
CHAPTER TWO
When Jessie opened the front door, the Hanson house filled with smiling moms and shouting children.
Jessie wore a navy velvet dress that showed off her blue eyes and her braid, the color of ripe wheat, which hung down her back. Tina, in a little black suit and tights, looked French with her dark hair cut into a short cap. They piled baby gifts on the hall table and helped the children remove coats and boots.
An hour later Tina said, “Not a foreign accent in sight.”
Jessie nodded. “This might be harder than I realized. We could be spending the whole week doing this.”
Tina clapped her forehead with her hand. “What a horrible thought!”
Sonja Hegstrom’s toddler ran across the hall and right up Jessie’s feet. She lifted little Owen off her shoes and forced a smile to hide her pain. The Hegstroms owned a manufacturing company and lived in a mansion on the next block. I wonder if the robbers were speaking from Owen’s bedroom, thought Jessie.
Henry Thomas, age three, shoved two-year-old Kerry Elm to the floor. When Jessie leaned down to help her, a screaming Kerry grabbed Jessie’s braid and pulled herself to her feet.
“Ow!” cried Jessie. She eased Kerry’s hands from her hair.
Carol Marshall hurried to Jessie’s aid with her eighteen-month-old, Robyn, trailing behind. “Jessie, you’re getting very good at babysitting. Phillip’s turned you into a real pro.” Carol knelt down and wiped tears from Kerry’s cheeks with a tissue.
“Thanks, Mrs. Marshall.” Jessie tried to repair her braid. “Maybe I can sit with Robyn sometime.” Jessie knew that Carol worked part-time at Tom and Carol Marshall’s jewelry store.
Carol hoisted Robyn to her hip. “I might be in the market soon. I’m not happy…”