Wendall:

Detective work is my specialty. Which happened to be why I was at the Widmeyer place, around in the backyard. However, getting rid of obnoxious tag-alongs is not my specialty, which was why Perry was right there with me.

The Widmeyer place is huge. The backyard is like this one, big, overgrown garden, though. It’s weird. I mean, that woman’s loaded! You’d think someone like that could afford to hire a gardener.

All of the sudden I hear this shriek from the upstairs window. And a girl, she looks Oriental or something, runs into the backyard and smack into me.

“Who are you?” She looks suspicious.

“Wendall’s the name,” I say importantly. She looks at Perry, who is eating a candy bar, rather messily, I must say. “That’s Perry.”

“I’m Maya,” she says. “What are you doing here?”

“Detective work.”

“Me too,” I say.

Suddenly, she points out something that my keen senses have somehow missed. There is a huge sign on the fence, reading, “Uncle Louie and the Polka Dots, in concert, tonight, 7pm.”