Alexis and the Lake Tahoe Tumult (5 page)

“We’re sorry,” said Alexis. “My friend was just curious. What kinds of things do you observe up here?”

The boy turned to Alexis but didn’t say anything. Alexis got the feeling that he wanted them to leave.

“Are you on vacation?” asked Bailey.

“Yep. My family and I come every year.”

“Do you ski or snowboard?” asked Alexis. Bailey was about to ask how he could do either, but Alexis shushed her.

“I would like to ski, but it’s not going to happen this year. My dad is here in meetings on business so it’s just my mom and me having free time. She forgot to reserve me a guide, and I’m not good enough to go down the mountain without one.”

“Where is she?” asked Bailey. “Couldn’t she guide you”

“Nope. She never bothered to learn how.” The bitterness in the boy’s voice made Alexis sad. “Dad usually does it.”

“So you’re just going to sit around your whole vacation?” asked Bailey.

“Bailey!” said Alexis.

“No, she’s right,” said the boy. “That’s about all I can do.”

He leaned back on the bench and crossed his arms. Just then, Alexis had an idea.

“Hey!” she said. “We’re filming a documentary at an animal reserve outside of town. We’re taking today off, but we’re going back tomorrow if you’d like to come!”

The boy’s eyes looked less grumpy for a split second. Alexis could tell he was interested, even if he was pretending not to be.

“Come on,” she said. “It will be fun.”

“Okay,” he said. “Sure. I mean, it’s not like I have anything else to do. My name’s Angelo.”

“All right, Angelo,” said Alexis. “Meet us in the hotel lobby at seven thirty tomorrow morning. We take the bus across town. Your mom can call my mom if she has any questions.” Alexis jotted her phone number on her receipt from lunch and thrust it into his hand.

Angelo nodded and then got up and walked away. Alexis noticed that he used his walking stick to find his way through the crowd.

“I think I made him mad again!” said Bailey.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” said Alexis. “You were just curious. I’m sure he knows you’re not rude. People probably get their words all mixed up around him all the time. Plus, he’s coming with us tomorrow. You can show him how awesome and sweet you really are!”

“Okay,” said Bailey. “But Lexi, I think we have a new mission now.”

“What?” said Alexis. “Another one?”

“Yep. Whatever it takes, we’re going to make Angelo smile.”

The girls walked back through the lodge. There were still a few hours of daylight left, and they could get at least five runs in if they hurried. Near the front door, Alexis stopped. Bailey ran into her from behind.

“Ouch! What’d you stop for?”

“Look over there,” said Alexis. “That man by the fireplace—isn’t he the man who was at the reserve yesterday? Jake called him Bruce.”

Sure enough, there he was, warming his hands by the fire and talking to the owner of the ski resort. Alexis didn’t know why, but she just
had
to hear what they were saying.

“Let’s sit by the fire for a minute,” she said. “There are two chairs open.”

So Alexis and Bailey sat next to the fire in a pair of squishy armchairs and strained to hear every word they could.

“How’s the new resort coming, Bruce?” asked the second man.

“Too slow for my taste,” answered Bruce. “I’m having some trouble getting the land I want.”

“The city isn’t giving you trouble, is it?”

“No, no,” said Bruce. “It’s the owners. They’re not interested in selling, no matter how much I offer! I don’t get it. The money I could give them would buy five animal reserves somewhere else! What’s so special about this one?”

“You’re trying to buy from Jake and Karen?” asked the other man. “I don’t think you’ll win that battle. That reserve is Jake’s whole life.”

“That’s what he said, too. But I wouldn’t be so sure. Money always gets people in the end, and I always get what I want.”

The two men walked off toward the cafeteria. Alexis turned to look at Bailey, whose mouth was hanging open.

“That’s why he was at the reserve yesterday!” said Bailey. “Moneybags Bruce wants to buy it!”

“Yeah,” said Alexis. “And it sounds like he’d do anything to get it, too.”

“I’m going to write down the clues we’re looking at right now,” Alexis added.

She unzipped a pocket in her snowboarding pants and took out her small pink notebook. It was time to start taking notes on this case. Alexis had gotten in the habit of carrying a small notebook with her everywhere she went. She’d seen it done on one detective show on TV and thought it was a good idea. And her notebook had come in handy before as she’d worked on other Camp Club Girl mysteries.

“We already know someone probably unlocked the mountain lion cage,” said Alexis as she scribbled. “You found the keys in the snow, and Karen swore they had been hanging up inside that morning. Then we have that threat letter, too. Maybe we can take a closer look at it tomorrow.”

Last but not least, Alexis wrote the most recent piece of information:

“Come on,” Bailey said. “Let’s go to our room. We need to send an e-mail to the Camp Club Girls to fill them in! They need to know about the mountain lions and Moneybags Benton saying he’d do anything to get the reserve.”

The bus ride the next morning was pretty quiet. Alexis and Bailey tried over and over to get Angelo to talk to them, but he only nodded his head or shrugged his shoulders. By the time they got to the reserve, Alexis was sure that since Angelo was with them, it would be a very long day.

“Things have been a little crazy here,” said Lisa as she led them into the office.

“What do you mean?” asked Bailey. But as soon as they saw Karen, they knew something was up. She was sitting at the desk, staring blankly at a cup of coffee that looked as if it had gone cold. Large dark circles were under her eyes.

“Been up all night?” asked Alexis. Karen jerked out of her stupor and nodded.

“The coyotes are sick. I was up late taking care of them. Then, when I finally went to bed, the phone rang. It was three in the morning.”

“Who in the world would call you at three in the morning?” asked Bailey.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” said Karen. “I answered, thinking it might be an emergency, but I only heard breathing. Then a voice said, ‘You’re lucky they’re only sick this time.’ And the phone went dead.”

“It was a threat?” asked Angelo. It was the first time he’d spoken.

“Yes,” said Karen. “I guess it was. Alexis, who’s your friend?”

“This is Angelo. We met him at our hotel, and he was interested in our documentary. I hope it’s okay that we brought him along.”

“That’s fine,” said Karen. She walked over to where Angelo was standing and grabbed his hand to shake it. “It’s nice to meet you, Angelo. You all want some hot chocolate?”

Alexis took out her pink notebook while the group sat down on the squishy couches near the fireplace. She hadn’t expected to have new information so quickly, but now seemed like the perfect time to ask some questions. Karen set five cups of cocoa on the coffee table and sat down.

“Karen, you said the call came at three in the morning, right?” asked Alexis. “Do you remember what the voice sounded like?”

“Well, it was definitely a man’s voice. I didn’t recognize it, so it wasn’t anyone I know. It was kind of high pitched.”

Alexis scribbled down every word. Bailey took a gulp of her cocoa then put it down.

“What if the caller was just disguising his voice?” she asked. “Like this?”

Bailey said the last two words in a silly high-pitched voice that reminded Alexis of Elmo. She laughed.

“That’s possible,” said Karen. “I was also exhausted. I mean, it
was
three in the morning. Jake probably could have called, and I wouldn’t have recognized him.”

That made everyone laugh, including Angelo. Bailey elbowed Alexis and pointed. It really was nice to see him smile.

“Someone’s at the back door,” said Angelo suddenly. Everyone turned, and sure enough Jake opened the door, stomping snow off his boots. Bailey leaned over to Alexis and whispered in her ear.

“How did he know there was a back door?” she asked. Alexis had been wondering the same thing. But Lisa answered.

“I imagine he has amazing ears,” she said. Angelo grinned.

“That’s what my dad says,” he said. “It’s fun to freak people out sometimes though.”

“Often when people don’t have their sight or hearing, their other senses become keener to help their bodies and minds compensate,” Lisa explained. “Often, blind people can hear better than the rest of us. Or they may be able to distinguish odors that the rest of us can’t even smell.”

“Looks like you guys are having a party,” said Jake. He leaned over the back of the couch and spoke to Karen. “The coyotes are getting worse, and the vet can’t come till tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” Karen said.

“Can we come?” asked Alexis. “We don’t have to film the sick animals, but we could look for clues. I mean, I really think whoever called you did this on purpose. Didn’t they say something about the sick animals?”

“They sure did,” said Jake. “We just don’t know
how
they made them sick. Did they poison them, or what? We can’t help the coyotes until we know what’s making them sick. But I don’t know if you should go near them….”

He looked around at the concerned group and sighed.

“Okay,” he said after a minute of silence. “Come on out. And grab the cameras. There might be some stuff worth filming.”

Lisa left to do some other chores, but everyone else followed Jake to the coyote barn. Angelo didn’t have his walking stick, but apparently he didn’t need it. He followed close beside Bailey with his hand on her elbow and never stumbled.

“Just let me know if we have to go up or down stairs,” he said, tapping Bailey gently on the head.

“You got it!” she said. She was glad he didn’t seem to be angry with her anymore.

The coyotes were a very sad sight. They were all curled up in their cages, whimpering, and one or two of them were barely breathing. Alexis felt a surge of anger. Who could do this to poor defenseless animals in cages? And
why?

She noticed that most of the coyotes had bandages or casts on. So they had already been hurt before someone came in and made them very ill.

“Someone is definitely not playing fair,” said Alexis. She took out her camera and began shooting footage of the poor creatures.

“Bailey,” she whispered, “get on camera and explain what’s happening.”

Bailey smoothed out her short hair and jumped in front of the camera next to the first coyote cage.

“Today, we came to the reserve excited to help, but the day has turned sad. Someone broke in during the night and gave the coyotes something to make them ill. Since we have no way to know what they have eaten, it’s hard for Karen to treat them. Everything will have to go on hold until Karen, Jake, and Lisa can figure out how to help these poor creatures.”

“And cut!” said Alexis. “Good job, Bailey. That was great.”

Alexis was stuffing the camera back in the bag when Angelo grabbed Bailey by the arm.

“Don’t move,” he said. “What did you just step on?”

Bailey looked down at her boots.

“Nothing, unless you count the straw on the floor,” she said.

“No,” said Angelo. “It was definitely
not
straw.”

Angelo knelt down and tapped Bailey’s left boot. “Lift this one up, please. If you could.”

Bailey looked puzzled, but she did what Angelo asked. She lifted her boot, and he placed his hand on the floor. He moved the straw around for a minute and shook his head.

“Nope. Can you lift the other one?” Bailey did what he said, and Angelo searched the straw again. After a few seconds, he lifted his arm up in triumph.

“Here it is!” he said. “What is it? It feels like foil.”

“It
is
foil,” said Alexis. “It’s a chocolate wrapper!”

“A what?” asked Jake. He came across the barn and looked at the crumpled piece of brown foil.

“A chocolate wrapper,” said Alexis again. “You guys don’t eat in here, do you?”

“Of course not,” said Jake. “Karen! Good news! It’s just chocolate!”

Karen came over to look at the wrapper as well.

“This is good news?” asked Bailey. “Maybe they just ate too much! I get sick every Easter because I eat too many chocolate eggs. I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t combine them with jelly beans.”

“Well, chocolate isn’t
good
for them, but at least now we know what to do for them,” said Jake.

“So is it like the time my cousin’s dog ate my giant candy bar?” Alexis asked. “We thought the puppy was going to die.”

“Yes, something like that,” Jake said. “Chocolate can kill dogs in the worst cases, and coyotes are of the dog family, so chocolate can make them very sick, too.”

“Wow, Angelo,” said Alexis. “We wouldn’t have found that wrapper if you hadn’t been with us. I’m really glad you came!” Angelo smiled. Again. Alexis was really glad he had decided to come with them. Not just because he found the wrapper, but because she was sure this was taking his mind off the fact that he couldn’t ski. She tucked the wrapper into her notebook to keep as evidence.