He was an eyewitness to a crime that his best friend committed. . . . “It all started the day school ended”That was when my English teacher decided not to flunk me–if I wrote a long story during my summer vacation. My name’s Tom Barry. I’m sixteen, and I really do want to be a junior next year at the high school in St. Paul where I live. But with my full-time job at Mr. Kerr’s grocery store, I didn’t think I’d have enough time to do it.But by the end of the week, the paper seemed small potatoes. You see, Mr. Kerr’s store was broken into–and my best friend Mouse was involved. I saw him, but I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to be a fink.I kept mum because it was right about then that I was invited to stay at my uncle’s resort near Pinecone. It’s a real neat place in the Minnesota woods, and I figured I would cool out there. And then I found that they have crime just like in St. Paul–but this time the stakes were much higher. Suddenly, my life was on the line. . . .

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