Siddartha Visits America

When Siddhartha finally woke up he rubbed his eyes, yawning and stretching and got out of bed. He walked out of his temporary hut, what his tour guide called a tent, and went down to the river. He splashed the fresh smelling, cool water on his face. He sat with his legs crossed, putting his hands together and began to meditate, continuously saying, “Om”. While meditating, Siddhartha thought about all the different places in the world and wondered how he ended up here, in beautiful Rocky Mountain National Park, in Colorado. Kristen, his American tour guide, had told him how beautiful this part of the country was and she was correct. He could see the purple heather growing on the mountain slopes and could smell the wonderful aroma it gave off. Wildflowers in colors of pink, gold, purple and blue also grew wild in this wondrous place. In the distance, Siddhartha could see the snow capped mountains and the haze around their tips as they rose high into the sky.

As Siddhartha sat and looked at the beauty around him, he could also hear the sounds of birds calling, the rustling of the wind through the treetops, and the sound of water trickling down the nearby rocky cliffs. He thought about how different his life would be if he lived here in America. The freedom the country gave its citizens was an amazing thing. He wondered if the people who lived here knew what a special gift freedom really was. To be fully enlightened, a person’s spirit must be free. A bald eagle flew over Siddhartha’s head and landed on a nearby branch.

Kristen walked up to Siddhartha and sat next to him. He began to explain to her how this beautiful lake reminded him of a special river he had known in India. He explained how he had helped many people cross this special river and how the river speaks to us, although many do not hear it. She seemed to understand him. He knew there were other parts of America that were not as peaceful and beautiful as Colorado was. This would be his last day in his glorious park. Tomorrow, Kristen would be bringing him back to the airport for his journey to experience an American city, Las Vegas.

The flight arrived in the city at 10:15 a.m. As Siddhartha got off the plane, he felt the heat from the blazing yellow and orange sun above him seeping into his dark skin. He was comforted by the heat because it reminded him of his home in India. He could smell the gas fumes from the plane’s engines as they began to cool down. Kristen led Siddhartha through the airport to the shuttle van parked outside. The van brought them to their hotel, The Luxor. Siddhartha and Kristen got out of the van and looked up. What they saw before them was amazing! The hotel was huge and was shaped like an Egyptian pyramid. It rose up over 300 feet high into the clear, blue sky. There were many palm trees, flowering desert plants and cactus covering the property. It was like nothing Siddhartha had ever seen before!

As they entered the lobby of the hotel, Siddhartha looked up and was even more amazed. Kristen told him The Luxor had one of the largest atriums in the world. “What does this wondrous place represent? I have never seen anything like it!” Siddhartha said. “It represents Egypt and the famous pyramids that lie there from ancient times” Kristen said. “Oh, sounds interesting, you’ll have to tell me more about Egypt later too, but for now, go on and tell me more about this fascinating place!” he said.

Kristen said “The Luxor has restaurants, pools, shops, bars, nightclubs and a huge casino for gambling.” “Ah…”Siddhartha said. “I once lived in a place with many of these same things. Gambling was at one time one of my favorite things to do, but it led me down a path of misery.” “Why did it cause you misery?” Kristen asked. “I thought I was happy with material things and the rich way of life I led. But I was very unhappy with my life and knew I had to move on to my old ways to reach enlightenment. I finally did find my way and connected with Atman. I hope you will find peace in your soul as well.” Siddhartha said.

They walked through the lobby to the casino. Siddhartha saw many colorful and shiny machines that were all flashing light in many directions. He could hear bells and whistles and loud noises but above all, he noticed the “Om” like humming in the background. There were hundreds of people in dressy outfits, mostly black and white, surrounding the area. Women in short skirts were serving alcohol to the guests, reminding him of Kamala and the physical experiences he had once had in India. For a moment, he longed for these things again, but quickly realized this was not the lifestyle he chose and would not keep him on his path of enlightenment. He told Kristen “We must leave here immediately. This is not a safe place. It will lead me down the wrong path once again if I am not careful. I must return to true home in India where I will continue living a life of enlightenment and connecting with Atman. I hope you chose to do the same. Let us go now while we can.” Kristen smiled at Siddhartha. She understood what he was telling her and they left the casino. Siddhartha went to his quiet room to rest and Kristen went to her room as well.

The following day, they boarded the plane to India. Siddhartha would now be Kristen’s tour guide and bring her to his home in India. He would show her the path to enlightenment and would some day help her cross over the river to the other side. Kristen could not wait to get there and explore all that India had to offer.

First Quarter Outside Reading Book Review - Twilight

Twilight by Stephanie Meyers. Little, Brown and Company, 2005. Genre: Fiction

Bella Swan, a seventeen year old high school student, leaves her home in Phoenix to live with her father, Charlie, in the small town of Forks, Washington. At her new high school in Forks, she meets many new friends and discovers a handsome man who catches her eye, Edward Cullen. Although Bella is very interested in Edward, there is something mysterious about him. Bella insists on finding out more about him and his deep, dark secrets. Bella discovers Edward is part of a family of vampires and she decides to become part of their world so she can be with him forever. Because this world is so dangerous, Edward tries to protect Bella and insists she remain human.

“Propelled by suspense and romance in equal parts, this story will keep readers madly flipping the pages of Meyer's tantalizing debut.” Publishers Weekly

Twilight enters the world of teen romance and discovery along with a twist of horror and the fictional world of vampires. However, this novel portrays a different view of the vampires we have come to know in other horror stories such as Bram Stoker’s, Dracula or Anne Rice’s, Interview with a Vampire. This book represents a new version of “good” vampires who do not feed on human blood.

Here the reader sees different types of vampires; those who are evil and those who are good. We are able to side with one family of heroic vampires who fight to protect Bella and try their best to be as civilized as possible in this role they have been forced to play. Twilight is similar to Meyer’s first adult novel published in 2008, The Host. Both books involve the paranormal and romance in their plots, however adults may find Twilight too teen based and may prefer Meyer’s more mature novel. However, the popularity of Twilight has led Meyer to write several additional vampire themed novels which have become a continuing series.

“I touched his face. Look, I said. I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn’t that enough? And he leaned down to press his cold lips once more to my throat.” (498) Meyer’s basic, easy to understand writing style attracts younger readers versus adult readers although all ages can enjoy the story represented.

I have always been interested in novels that involve the paranormal as well as teenage drama and romance books. Twilight brings all of these characteristics into one, which attracts me and makes me continue reading. There have been very few other books that have made me want to read on and never want to put the book down. I am eager to read Meyer’s next book, New Moon, to find out what happens next with Bella and Edward.

A Curious Investigation of a Dead Man

A Curious Investigation of a Dead Man

Christopher Boone was looking out the window of his home, when the phone rang. His dog, Sandy, was sitting by his side. On the phone, Captain Jones told him they had found a dead body along the side of the London Bridge. Chris rushed for his coat, grabbed his coffee and ran out the door and into his car. He backed out of his driveway and drove towards the bridge. His pet rat, Toby 2, was in his pocket. He brought Toby 2 whenever he started a new case because it brought him luck in solving the crime.

When he arrived at the bridge, he parked to the left side where the crime had occurred, letting the cars on that side of the road pass. When Chris got out of the car he saw the body of a man, leaning on the rail of the bridge, with his mouth open and his head leaning forward toward his body facing the street. The man had a knife sticking out of his side and had multiple stab wounds all over him. Chris began to block off the scene with the yellow ribbon which said “Crime Investigation-Do Not Cross” written all over it. He thought to himself today was not going to be good, since it started with the yellow tape. Yellow was bad. But the blood on the sidewalk was red, which meant it could be a good day.

Chris began to examine the body, being careful not to disturb any evidence, and jotted notes down in his little black book. Next to his notes, he jotted down a few math problems just to make himself feel a little better. As an autistic man, his talent was in math. Doing math problems sometimes made his day go a lot smoother. It was another secret he had; just like Toby 2 was his secret.

Chris laid out a big piece of plastic, blue covering and wrapped the body in it and put the knife carefully in a plastic bag. The body was placed in the Coroner’s car and drove away. The other agents working at the scene would send along what facts they found out. They were fairly sure the body was of a man who was wanted by the Secret Service for a very long time.

Chris drove to his lab to prepare for his investigation. When he arrived, he starting looking at his notes, trying to piece things together. A man wearing a long, black trench coat walked through the door. Chris turned and looked at him. “May I help you sir?” Chris asked. “Hello, my name is Bond. James Bond. I’m with the Secret Service. I was called down to help with the investigation and to tell you all I know about the murder victim, since I knew of him pretty well.” Chris then asked him, “What do you know about this man, so far?” James responded, “His name was Ernst Stavro Blofeld. He owned the Institut fur physiologische Forschung in Piz Gloria, Switzerland and was the leader in the field of allergies. He was very corrupt and actually was responsible for biological agents getting into England over the last few months. He’s been trying to destroy our economy through destroying our agriculture. Needless to say, we won’t miss the chap.” Bond explained how he went under cover as Sir Hilary Bray so he could gather all the information from Blofeld and expose his plans.

James continued telling the story about Blofeld’s Institute and about his own skiing escape down the deadly peaked mountains with Blofeld’s men on his tail the whole time. He had barely escaped. Chris said, “Wow, you really do know a lot about this Blofeld; I’m glad he can’t cause any more chaos. Do you have any ideas about who my have killed him?” James said, “Well, with a man like Blofeld, he probably had lots of enemies. He was very harsh on his guards about a month ago. Had a few of them killed for not doing a good enough job for him. After my escape, he was furious with the guards for not catching me. He planned to keep them under his control through hypnosis. It was said that a few days later one of the guards escaped using my plan.” Chris said, “Do you think he found out where Blofeld fled to?” James replied, “Blofeld did come to London to pick up some more of his allergy infected girls, to bring them back to his scientific lab for a so-called, cure.”

Chris said, “Do you know this guard’s name by any chance, James?” He answered, “I only heard him mention names once or twice. I think it may have been Tyler. Yes, it was Tyler Blackwell, I think.” Christopher looked up the data on the computer. “Yes, here it is. Blackwell took a flight here last week. Guess that makes him a suspect.” Bond said, “I knew that guy was a snake, just like Blofeld!” “Now, hold on James, we aren’t done with our investigation yet. Don’t go throwing out assumptions. We have to be sure we keep our facts very organized. Why don’t you check for fingerprints on the murder weapon for me?” Chris went over to the computer and started searching again. “Oh. According to this data Tyler is staying at the Marriot on Kensington Road. Let's go find him. We can wait for those prints later.”

Both James and Chris put on their coats and went out the door. Toby 2 had to stay here for this one. They got in the car and drove towards the Marriot hotel. When they got there they parked and walked down to the hotel lobby. When they got to the lobby they went to talk to one of the hotel lobby staff. James said, “I’m James Bond from the Secret Service and I’m looking for Tyler Blackwell. Do you know where he can be found?” The man at the counter said, “Oh, yes let me see, he is currently staying in room 311, on the third floor. Just take the elevator up when you’re ready.” James said, “Thank you sir.” James and Chris walked towards the elevator and pressed the button next to it. A few minutes later the elevator arrived and both James and Chris got in and pressed the button for level three. They waited while the elevator rose and got off at their stop. James said, “Now, let’s see which way the three hundred’s are. According to the sign the three hundreds are to the left.” Both Chris and James kept searching until they arrived at room 311.

Chris went towards the door and gave a knock. The door opened a crack. Through the door, Chris and James could see a face. It almost didn’t look human! Chris said, “I’m detective Christopher Boone and this is my associate from the Secret Service, James Bond. We’re here to ask you some questions. Are you Tyler Blackwell?” The door suddenly flung open. The man standing there was hideous, but somehow looked familiar to Bond. His face and arms were covered with oozing blisters and his skin was a greenish color. Black spots protruded and flesh hung from his face. “Ughh! I’m gonna kill you! Out of the way-- let me get a hold of him!” Just then Blackwell jumped towards Bond with his hands held out, but fell to the floor. “It’s your fault! It’s all your fault!” Blackwell screamed. “After you escaped, Blofeld decided to make me one of his guinea pigs and injected me with his chemicals. Now look at me! I’m dying! There’s nothing left! But at least Blofeld is dead too. God knows how many more people he would have killed. At least I did one thing good in my life. And I got my revenge!” Chris asked, “So you do confess to the murder of Ernst Blofeld?” “Yes, I do, and I’m proud of it!” he responded. “If anyone deserved to die, it was Blofeld.” Blackwell said.

“Well, guess that wraps it up.” James said. “Let’s bring him in.” The men walked Blackwell down the hallway with no resistance and put him in the car. “Thanks for your help, James. It’s been great working with you.” Chris said. “We’ll have to work together again someday.” James said.

Chris drove home that night and saw five red cars in a row. It really was a super good day after all. When he got home, his dog Sandy was there waiting for him by the door, tail wagging. Chris was proud of himself for solving another case and he knew he could do anything. He was a great detective after all.

A Curious Investigation of a Dead Man

A Curious Investigation of a Dead Man
Christopher Boone was looking out the window of his home, when the phone rang. His dog, Sandy, was sitting by his side. On the phone, Captain Jones told him they had found a dead body along the side of the London Bridge. Chris rushed for his coat, grabbed his coffee and ran out the door and into his car. He backed out of his driveway and drove towards the bridge. His pet rat, Toby 2, was in his pocket. He brought Toby 2 whenever he started a new case because it brought him luck in solving the crime. When he arrived at the bridge, he parked to the left side where the crime had occurred, letting the cars on that side of the road pass. When Chris got out of the car he saw the body of a man, leaning on the rail of the bridge, with his mouth open and his head leaning forward toward his body facing the street. The man had a knife sticking out of his side and had multiple stab wounds all over him. Chris began to block off the scene with the yellow ribbon which said “Crime Investigation-Do Not Cross” written all over it. He thought to himself today was not going to be good, since it started with the yellow tape. Yellow was bad. But the blood on the sidewalk was red, which meant it could be a good day.Chris began to examine the body, being careful not to disturb any evidence, and jotted notes down in his little black book. Next to his notes, he jotted down a few math problems just to make himself feel a little better. As an autistic man, his talent was in math. Doing math problems sometimes made his day go a lot smoother. It was another secret he had; just like Toby 2 was his secret.Chris laid out a big piece of plastic, blue covering and wrapped the body in it and put the knife carefully in a plastic bag. The body was placed in the Coroner’s car and drove away. The other agents working at the scene would send along what facts they found out. They were fairly sure the body was of a man who was wanted by the Secret Service for a very long time.Chris drove to his lab to prepare for his investigation. When he arrived, he starting looking at his notes, trying to piece things together. A man wearing a long, black trench coat walked through the door. Chris turned and looked at him. “May I help you sir?” Chris asked. “Hello, my name is Bond. James Bond. I’m with the Secret Service. I was called down to help with the investigation and to tell you all I know about the murder victim, since I knew of him pretty well.” Chris then asked him, “What do you know about this man, so far?” James responded, “His name was Ernst Stavro Blofeld. He owned the Institut fur physiologische Forschung in Piz Gloria, Switzerland and was the leader in the field of allergies. He was very corrupt and actually was responsible for biological agents getting into England over the last few months. He’s been trying to destroy our economy through destroying our agriculture. Needless to say, we won’t miss the chap.” Bond explained how he went under cover as Sir Hilary Bray so he could gather all the information from Blofeld and expose his plans.James continued telling the story about Blofeld’s Institute and about his own skiing escape down the deadly peaked mountains with Blofeld’s men on his tail the whole time. He had barely escaped. Chris said, “Wow, you really do know a lot about this Blofeld; I’m glad he can’t cause any more chaos. Do you have any ideas about who my have killed him?” James said, “Well, with a man like Blofeld, he probably had lots of enemies. He was very harsh on his guards about a month ago. Had a few of them killed for not doing a good enough job for him. After my escape, he was furious with the guards for not catching me. He planned to keep them under his control through hypnosis. It was said that a few days later one of the guards escaped using my plan.” Chris said, “Do you think he found out where Blofeld fled to?” James replied, “Blofeld did come to London to pick up some more of his allergy infected girls, to bring them back to his scientific lab for a so-called, cure.”Chris said, “Do you know this guard’s name by any chance, James?” He answered, “I only heard him mention names once or twice. I think it may have been Tyler. Yes, it was Tyler Blackwell, I think.” Christopher looked up the data on the computer. “Yes, here it is. Blackwell took a flight here last week. Guess that makes him a suspect.” Bond said, “I knew that guy was a snake, just like Blofeld!” “Now, hold on James, we aren’t done with our investigation yet. Don’t go throwing out assumptions. We have to be sure we keep our facts very organized. Why don’t you check for fingerprints on the murder weapon for me?” Chris went over to the computer and started searching again. “Oh. According to this data Tyler is staying at the Marriot on Kensington Road. Let's go find him. We can wait for those prints later.”Both James and Chris put on their coats and went out the door. Toby 2 had to stay here for this one. They got in the car and drove towards the Marriot hotel. When they got there they parked and walked down to the hotel lobby. When they got to the lobby they went to talk to one of the hotel lobby staff. James said, “I’m James Bond from the Secret Service and I’m looking for Tyler Blackwell. Do you know where he can be found?” The man at the counter said, “Oh, yes let me see, he is currently staying in room 311, on the third floor. Just take the elevator up when you’re ready.” James said, “Thank you sir.” James and Chris walked towards the elevator and pressed the button next to it. A few minutes later the elevator arrived and both James and Chris got in and pressed the button for level three. They waited while the elevator rose and got off at their stop. James said, “Now, let’s see which way the three hundred’s are. According to the sign the three hundreds are to the left.” Both Chris and James kept searching until they arrived at room 311.Chris went towards the door and gave a knock. The door opened a crack. Through the door, Chris and James could see a face. It almost didn’t look human! Chris said, “I’m detective Christopher Boone and this is my associate from the Secret Service, James Bond. We’re here to ask you some questions. Are you Tyler Blackwell?” The door suddenly flung open. The man standing there was hideous, but somehow looked familiar to Bond. His face and arms were covered with oozing blisters and his skin was a greenish color. Black spots protruded and flesh hung from his face. “Ughh! I’m gonna kill you! Out of the way-- let me get a hold of him!” Just then Blackwell jumped towards Bond with his hands held out, but fell to the floor. “It’s your fault! It’s all your fault!” Blackwell screamed. “After you escaped, Blofeld decided to make me one of his guinea pigs and injected me with his chemicals. Now look at me! I’m dying! There’s nothing left! But at least Blofeld is dead too. God knows how many more people he would have killed. At least I did one thing good in my life. And I got my revenge!” Chris asked, “So you do confess to the murder of Ernst Blofeld?” “Yes, I do, and I’m proud of it!” he responded. “If anyone deserved to die, it was Blofeld.” Blackwell said.“Well, guess that wraps it up.” James said. “Let’s bring him in.” The men walked Blackwell down the hallway with no resistance and put him in the car. “Thanks for your help, James. It’s been great working with you.” Chris said. “We’ll have to work together again someday.” James said.Chris drove home that night and saw five red cars in a row. It really was a super good day after all. When he got home, his dog Sandy was there waiting for him by the door, tail wagging. Chris was proud of himself for solving another case and he knew he could do anything. He was a great detective after all.

A Curious Investigation of a Dead Man

Christopher Boone was looking out the window of his home, when the phone rang. His dog, Sandy, was sitting by his side. On the phone, Captain Jones told him they had found a dead body along the side of the London Bridge. Chris rushed for his coat, grabbed his coffee and ran out the door and into his car. He backed out of his driveway and drove towards the bridge. His pet rat, Toby 2, was in his pocket. He brought Toby 2 whenever he started a new case because it brought him luck in solving the crime.

When he arrived at the bridge, he parked to the left side where the crime had occurred, letting the cars on that side of the road pass. When Chris got out of the car he saw the body of a man, leaning on the rail of the bridge, with his mouth open and his head leaning forward toward his body facing the street. The man had a knife sticking out of his side and had multiple stab wounds all over him. Chris began to block off the scene with the yellow ribbon which said “Crime Investigation-Do Not Cross” written all over it. He thought to himself today was not going to be good, since it started with the yellow tape. Yellow was bad. But the blood on the sidewalk was red, which meant it could be a good day.

Chris began to examine the body, being careful not to disturb any evidence, and jotted notes down in his little black book. Next to his notes, he jotted down a few math problems just to make himself feel a little better. As an autistic man, his talent was in math. Doing math problems sometimes made his day go a lot smoother. It was another secret he had; just like Toby 2 was his secret.

Chris laid out a big piece of plastic, blue covering and wrapped the body in it and put the knife carefully in a plastic bag. The body was placed in the Coroner’s car and drove away. The other agents working at the scene would send along what facts they found out. They were fairly sure the body was of a man who was wanted by the Secret Service for a very long time.

Chris drove to his lab to prepare for his investigation. When he arrived, he starting looking at his notes, trying to piece things together. A man wearing a long, black trench coat walked through the door. Chris turned and looked at him. “May I help you sir?” Chris asked. “Hello, my name is Bond. James Bond. I’m with the Secret Service. I was called down to help with the investigation and to tell you all I know about the murder victim, since I knew of him pretty well.” Chris then asked him, “What do you know about this man, so far?” James responded, “His name was Ernst Stavro Blofeld. He owned the Institut fur physiologische Forschung in Piz Gloria, Switzerland and was the leader in the field of allergies. He was very corrupt and actually was responsible for biological agents getting into England over the last few months. He’s been trying to destroy our economy through destroying our agriculture. Needless to say, we won’t miss the chap.” Bond explained how he went under cover as Sir Hilary Bray so he could gather all the information from Blofeld and expose his plans.

James continued telling the story about Blofeld’s Institute and about his own skiing escape down the deadly peaked mountains with Blofeld’s men on his tail the whole time. He had barely escaped. Chris said, “Wow, you really do know a lot about this Blofeld; I’m glad he can’t cause any more chaos. Do you have any ideas about who my have killed him?” James said, “Well, with a man like Blofeld, he probably had lots of enemies. He was very harsh on his guards about a month ago. Had a few of them killed for not doing a good enough job for him. After my escape, he was furious with the guards for not catching me. He planned to keep them under his control through hypnosis. It was said that a few days later one of the guards escaped using my plan.” Chris said, “Do you think he found out where Blofeld fled to?” James replied, “Blofeld did come to London to pick up some more of his allergy infected girls, to bring them back to his scientific lab for a so-called, cure.”

Chris said, “Do you know this guard’s name by any chance, James?” He answered, “I only heard him mention names once or twice. I think it may have been Tyler. Yes, it was Tyler Blackwell, I think.” Christopher looked up the data on the computer. “Yes, here it is. Blackwell took a flight here last week. Guess that makes him a suspect.” Bond said, “I knew that guy was a snake, just like Blofeld!” “Now, hold on James, we aren’t done with our investigation yet. Don’t go throwing out assumptions. We have to be sure we keep our facts very organized. Why don’t you check for fingerprints on the murder weapon for me?” Chris went over to the computer and started searching again. “Oh. According to this data Tyler is staying at the Marriot on Kensington Road. Let's go find him. We can wait for those prints later.”

Both James and Chris put on their coats and went out the door. Toby 2 had to stay here for this one. They got in the car and drove towards the Marriot hotel. When they got there they parked and walked down to the hotel lobby. When they got to the lobby they went to talk to one of the hotel lobby staff. James said, “I’m James Bond from the Secret Service and I’m looking for Tyler Blackwell. Do you know where he can be found?” The man at the counter said, “Oh, yes let me see, he is currently staying in room 311, on the third floor. Just take the elevator up when you’re ready.” James said, “Thank you sir.” James and Chris walked towards the elevator and pressed the button next to it. A few minutes later the elevator arrived and both James and Chris got in and pressed the button for level three. They waited while the elevator rose and got off at their stop. James said, “Now, let’s see which way the three hundred’s are. According to the sign the three hundreds are to the left.” Both Chris and James kept searching until they arrived at room 311.

Chris went towards the door and gave a knock. The door opened a crack. Through the door, Chris and James could see a face. It almost didn’t look human! Chris said, “I’m detective Christopher Boone and this is my associate from the Secret Service, James Bond. We’re here to ask you some questions. Are you Tyler Blackwell?” The door suddenly flung open. The man standing there was hideous, but somehow looked familiar to Bond. His face and arms were covered with oozing blisters and his skin was a greenish color. Black spots protruded and flesh hung from his face. “Ughh! I’m gonna kill you! Out of the way-- let me get a hold of him!” Just then Blackwell jumped towards Bond with his hands held out, but fell to the floor. “It’s your fault! It’s all your fault!” Blackwell screamed. “After you escaped, Blofeld decided to make me one of his guinea pigs and injected me with his chemicals. Now look at me! I’m dying! There’s nothing left! But at least Blofeld is dead too. God knows how many more people he would have killed. At least I did one thing good in my life. And I got my revenge!” Chris asked, “So you do confess to the murder of Ernst Blofeld?” “Yes, I do, and I’m proud of it!” he responded. “If anyone deserved to die, it was Blofeld.” Blackwell said.

“Well, guess that wraps it up.” James said. “Let’s bring him in.” The men walked Blackwell down the hallway with no resistance and put him in the car. “Thanks for your help, James. It’s been great working with you.” Chris said. “We’ll have to work together again someday.” James said.

Chris drove home that night and saw five red cars in a row. It really was a super good day after all. When he got home, his dog Sandy was there waiting for him by the door, tail wagging. Chris was proud of himself for solving another case and he knew he could do anything. He was a great detective after all.