The Super Spies and the Cat Lady Killer Read Free Page B

skeptical look.
    â€œIt’s true,” she insisted. “She died with huge warts all over her face and body.”
    â€œOooh, so-o gross.” Lacey grimaced and subconsciously wiped her hands on her shirt.
    â€œYeah, it was. They were oozing yellow pus.”
    Lacey gagged. “Gross! She had some horrible disease, the kind you get from an evil spell.”
    â€œDid you actually see the warts?” Sarah’s upper lip quivered with suppressed laughter.
    â€œNo.”
    â€œThen how do you know it’s true?”
    â€œI just do,” Jackie asserted. “They were green and oozing yellow pus.”
    Sarah hooted with laughter. “Come on, Jack. You don’t believe that, do you?”
    Jackie glared at Sarah. “Yes, I do. Everything I’ve told you is true. Remember what I told you about Gus Baker?”
    â€œYeah, I remember, but I don’t know if I believe that, either.” Sarah gave her the raised eyebrow smirk she usually gave her sister.
    â€œStop looking at me like that!”
    â€œCome on. You don’t believe those stories, do you?”
    â€œDo you have any evidence they’re not true?”
    â€œNo, I don’t,” Sarah admitted. “But we don’t have any evidence that they are true, either.”
    â€œYou mean Mrs. Farnsworth’s wart-covered body isn’t enough for you?” Jackie demanded. “What about Gus Baker?”
    Sarah sighed and shook her head.
    â€œSo tell me about Gus Baker,” Lacey said.
    â€œNot now,” Sarah interrupted. “We’re here.”
    The girls stopped and Sarah noticed the sun vanished behind a cloud. Suddenly, the atmosphere around the house changed. Without the sun, it appeared dark and foreboding. Sarah stood across the street and stared at the Cat Lady’s place, looking for signs of ominous danger.
    The house sat hunkered down as if it were poised to spring like a cat stalking a mouse. Sarah shuddered at the thought of going up on the porch and she chewed on her thumbnail.
    Looking behind her, Sarah studied the church facing the Cat Lady’s home. It was a strong structure built of huge stones. She could tell it was as old as the town itself and its presence made her feel safe. Motioning for Jackie and Lacey to follow her, she moved from the sidewalk to the huge oak tree growing on the church’s lawn. The girls hid behind it, peeking out at the witch’s home.
    â€œAre you still going to do it?” Jackie teased.
    â€œYep.”
    â€œDo you think she’s inside?” Lacey asked wide-eyed.
    Sarah smirked at her. “Where else would she be? I hear she never leaves her house.”
    â€œBe nice.” Jackie smacked Sarah’s arm.
    â€œWhat are you waiting for? Are you afraid of the witch?” Lacey asked as she stared at the house.
    â€œShe’s not a witch. She’s just a freak, that’s all.”
    â€œWell, then what are you waiting for?” Jackie snickered.
    â€œI just want to make sure the coast is clear.”
    â€œHey, you guys, look at all the cats,” Lacey whispered. She pointed at the clusters of felines lolling about on the porch and walking in the yard. “There has to be at least twenty of them.”
    â€œYeah, that’s why she’s called the Cat Lady.” Sarah rolled her eyes and then felt the sting from Jackie’s slap.
    â€œDo you think she put a spell on those cats?” Lacey asked with an innocent expression, twirling her hair with her finger.
    â€œCould be,” Sarah snickered. “Or maybe she just…you know…gives them food.”
    â€œKnock it off, Sarah.” Lacey glared at her sister. “What’s her real name, anyway? I’m sure she hasn’t gone by Cat Lady her whole life.”
    â€œMrs. Fedewa,” Jackie said, as she stared at the infamous house.
    â€œOkay, I’m going for it. I’ll meet you back here.”
    â€œCool