canât quite see. I can tell itâs a man, but his face is covered in shadows.
âHow annoying!â says Aunt Petunia crossly. âThat wretched monkey made me look bad in front of my audience when he wouldnât wear my collar. And look at this!â she says, stretching out one arm. âHe got fur all over my favourite sweater. Yuck! I hate animals, all of them!â
I canât believe that this is the sweet little oldlady I was talking to just a moment ago!
âDonât worry, Aunt Petunia,â says the man in a deep voice. âSoon our plan will be in effect. Then we wonât have to deal with any more disobedient animals.â I try to lean in closer to get a glimpse of his face when someone taps me on the shoulder.
âThere you are!â
I spin around to find that itâs only Jay with the others behind him.
âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you,â he says. âWhat are you doing here?â
I quickly put my finger to my lips, but itâs too late. I hear footsteps and Aunt Petunia flings the door open.
âHello, sweeties! How lovely to see you all again so soon. And youâve brought your darling monkey too!â She smiles, but Iâm not falling for it this time.
âDrop the nice act, Aunt Petunia,â I say, pushing past her. âWho were you talking to just then?â
The others gasp. âLeigh, my sensors indicatethat you are being 92 per cent more rude than is acceptable,â says Sam.
âYou should apologise!â hisses Roger. But Iâm too busy searching Aunt Petuniaâs room for the other person to worry about apologies.
Suddenly Sweetpea the gorilla is by my side, looming over me. His cold eyes glare into mine. I gulp. A gorilla that size is not someone you want to mess with.
âI donât know what youâre talking about, dear,â Aunt Petunia smiles. âThereâs nobody else here. Sometimes I talk to myself. You start to get a bit batty in your old age.â
âItâs a convincing act, but I heard what you said about hating animals,â I say. Then an idea strikes me. âYouâve got something to do with the missing animals, havenât you?â
âMissing animals?â asks Aunt Petunia with a puzzled frown. âWhatever are you talking about, sweetie?â
Jay steps up and whispers in my ear. âUh, actually, Leigh, thatâs why we came to find you. Weâve got a lead in the case.â
âWhat?â
Asuka pulls me aside so Aunt Petunia canât overhear what weâre saying. âWeâve just had a report come in that a prize iguana has been stolen from someoneâs home.â
âIt couldnât have been Aunt Petunia. She was here the whole time,â says Connor.
âBut she was talking to someone in here,â I say in frustration. âWhoever sheâs working with could have done it.â I turn back to the old lady. âWhoâs your partner in crime, Aunt Petunia?â
âI promise thereâs nobody else in here besides me and Sweetpea,â says Aunt Petunia. âSee for yourselves!â
I search the room from top to bottom, but finally I have to admit sheâs right.
âYou have to believe me,â I say to the others.âChu heard it too. Tell them, Chu!â
âLeighâs telling the truth. Aunt Petunia is definitely up to something!â he says.
I smile in satisfaction. The others will have to believe me now. But then I see the confused looks on their faces and I remember that they canât understand a word Chu is saying.
âItâs okay, dear, we all make mistakes sometimes,â says Aunt Petunia kindly. The others nod in agreement, which makes me so frustrated I want to scream.
Instead I push past them and head for the door. âFine. Letâs go check out the stolen iguana and get to the bottom of this!â
âAnd then we can expose Aunt Petunia for the