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“Are their hands wet?”
    Eric told Aunt Molly that on the towel were descriptions of the thieves. Then he showed it to the police officers.
    “Thank you,” one of the officers said. “But I don’t think this will be much help. We can’t stop every woman we see wearing white sneakers.”

    Aunt Molly looked down and said, “I’m wearing white sneakers and I’m not a thief. I work for an airline.”
    “And I have brown hair and bushy eyebrows,” the officer told Aunt Molly.
    The other officer put the paper towel in his pocket. “My name is Officer Kent,” he said. “My partner is Officer Feldman. Please call us if you remember anything else that might be helpful.”
    He wrote his name and the telephone number of the police station on his notepad. He gave the paper to Eric.
    Cam’s eyes were closed.
    She said, “Click.”
    “Let’s go,” Aunt Molly said. “Let’s get back in line.”
    Cam’s eyes were still closed. Eric held her hand and led her to the staircase.
    Eric whispered to Cam, “Take a step.”
    Cam stepped up. Then she said, “Click,” again.
    “Take another step.”
    Cam took another step.
    Cam said, “Click,” a few more times as Eric led her up the stairs.
    “Now we have to find the man in the cloth business, the one wearing the suit,” Aunt Molly said. “I asked him to save my place in line.”
    “That’s it!” Cam said. She opened her eyes. “I know how to catch those thieves.”

Chapter Seven
    Cam told Eric, “I clicked and looked at the old man. When he first came out from the station he was holding papers and magazines.”
    “That may have been part of the plan,” Eric said. “Those papers and magazines fell. Then it really seemed like the man was having a heart attack.”
    Cam said, “Many magazines are not sold at newsstands. They have a name and address on the cover. They are mailed to people at their homes.”

    Cam, Eric, and Aunt Molly were out of the train station. They were walking toward the line when the man in the suit saw them.
    “There you are,” he said. “I tried to save your place in line. But the line kept moving. Then it was my turn to buy tickets. I couldn’t hold your place any longer.”
    Aunt Molly turned. She looked at the long line of people still waiting to buy tickets.
    Cam whispered to Eric, “I have to find those magazines.”
    “Do we have to go to the end of the line?” Aunt Molly asked.
    “Yes,” the man said softly. “I’m sorry.”
    Aunt Molly took Cam’s and Eric’s hands.
    “You have to stay with me. I don’t want to lose you again.”
    Aunt Molly held on to Cam’s and Eric’s hands. She led them to the end of the line. As they walked, Cam looked for the magazines.
    “Ah!”
    Someone in line screamed.
    “Ah! Ah!”
    Other people screamed.
    “I hope it’s not another ghost,” Aunt Molly said.
    It wasn’t. Triceratops Pops, the singing group, was walking toward the concert hall. And they were wearing their dinosaur costumes.
    They waved. They stopped and spoke to some of the people waiting in line. Some fans held out papers, and the Triceratops Pops singers signed them.
    Fans ran from the line. They held out more papers and CDs to be signed. Soon a large crowd of people had gathered.
    “Smile,” someone shouted. “I’m taking your picture.”
    “Sing something,” another fan called out.
    “We have to go now,” one of the singers said. “We have to rehearse. But we hope to see you all at the concert.”
    Cam, Eric, and Aunt Molly watched the T-Pops singers walk into the concert hall. The fans returned to their places in line.
    Then Cam and Eric saw Officer Kent and Officer Feldman come out of the train station. The officers went to the ticket booth.
    “I have to find something,” Cam said to Aunt Molly.
    “I don’t want to lose you again,” Aunt Molly told Cam.
    “I lost a shoe in Tel Aviv,” Aunt Molly said. “It was hard to walk with only one shoe. I don’t like to lose things.”
    “I’m not