Chapter 8

"Will we make it to the ceremony on time?" Gabby asked as the bookmobile glided around a long curve to enter the New Jersey Turnpike. "We should," Mr. C responded. "As long as everything goes smoothly." "Smoothly?!" Jamal shook his head. "Nothing's gone smoothly for us so far. Why would this drive be any different?" "Jamal's right," Maya said. She read more

"No need to worry, Trackers," Mr. C said reassuringly. "We'll just…." Just then the bookmobile shook side to side as the dark cloud swooped over it and raced ahead. The sky was a gray-purple color above and ahead of them and a deep rumble of thunder could be heard over the sound of the engine. "Unbelievable," Simon whispered. "One second read more

"I know him," Maya broke in, "he was a great singer and an actor. He appeared on Broadway." "And he fought for the civil rights of minority groups, too," Gabby pointed out. "He was a great football player, too," Cooper added. "But he never gave up even though the odds were against him. And neither did Albert Schatz," Mr. C read more

"Yep!" He patted his pocket when there was a loud, snarling sound of thunder and a strong gust of wind blew across the lawn. A policeman came out of Old Queens and announced through a megaphone that a storm was about to hit and that the ceremony would be delayed until the worst of it had passed. He suggested that read more

The group hurried out with Mr. C clutching the map. "Do you think the Jersey Devil left it?" he wondered. "And why?" The rain stopped then and a few people began to emerge from the sheltering buildings. The lawn, however, was still empty and they reached the area marked on the map quickly and searched the grass for some sort read more