Dear Cole,
I'm fine, how are you? Where are you anyways? You've been gone for ages. No, I haven't told dad. I'm just *that* nice.
Anyways, remember our neighbor, Ms. Smith and her daughter? I went to visit yesterday and overheard that she has a crush on you! Just sayin' ;)
I hope to see you soon. Love, Ava
I sealed the envelope. I wondered where my brother was. He wasn't at the Oppenheimer, I went to visit and that said he'd been gone for months. No time to wonder now though, I had to give this to the mailman.
I walked outside and saw him just getting on his bike. I handed him the letter. "So, do you know where he is?" I asked. "Because he never told me."
The mailman nodded. "And it's a secret. He demanded that I didn't tell anyone or he'd shove his scythe down my throat. No one wants that. Goodbye!"
I watched him pedal away. I thought about what he said. A secret. Well, I could surely figure it out. After all, I am Ava Brookstone.
See, I'm known as a kind of detective. Amateur of course, I'm not old enough to be a full on police detective or anything. But I am old enough to know when someone's doing something wrong.
I made a silent vow to figure out where my twin was hiding. And I'm going to find him, or my name's not Ava Brookstone.
