Alexis and the Arizona Escapade

by Erica Rodgers

  “Push, Elizabeth!” called David. Alexis felt the pressure from behind as Elizabeth struggled with the weight of the bed. She could see that the road up ahead dropped off in another hill, and she hoped they could catch up on the way down.

  “All right!” shouted David. “Let’s do it all over again! Elizabeth—get on! Alexis, lean forward and, no matter what you do, don’t touch the brakes!”

  Once again they were flying. In no time at all they had overtaken two teams. Now only one bed was ahead of them. Alexis looked up and recognized the sparkly wings of Emily’s costume.

  “We’re going to pass her on the curve at the bottom!” said David. “Put our bed on the inside of the turn! Between her bed and the curb! If we lean left, you won’t need the brakes! Plus,” he said with a smile, “even if we tip, all we’ll do is bump her a little. Ready? Lean!”

  And she did. Alexis leaned to her left with everything she had. The force pulling the bed to the right was crazy. Alexis thought for sure they were going to topple over. Once, their left wheels lifted into the air, but David’s weight put them back on the ground.

  They came out of the turn just ahead of Emily’s bed. An angry screech came from behind them. Then there was a jolt, and their castle-bed almost flew off the road and into the watching audience.

  Cheers turned to boos, and after she got control of her bed, Alexis looked over to see Emily passing her.

  “Oops!” said Emily. “Guess I got a little close. Sorry!” And she kept rolling.

  “No way!” cried Alexis. “She cheated!”

  “She always does,” said David. “One more curve, then it’s a slight hill to the finish. Don’t pass her yet. Stay behind her on the turn, and we’ll lean down the hill again, okay?”

  Alexis nodded. Elizabeth joined them up front. They were going so fast there was no way she could push anymore. The last turn behind them, Alexis gripped the wheel and leaned. David and Elizabeth leaned forward, too, one on either side of her.

  They were even with the back of Emily’s bed—they were at the middle—they were nose and nose—

  The finish line was feet away. Without warning, David put his feet on the castle wall and leaped forward, grasping the finishing ribbon in his hands before falling and rolling beneath the bed with a crash.

  Cheers erupted from the crowd. Alexis slammed on the brakes as the medical staff ran out to pull David from under the bed. He was fine, except for some minor scrapes, and one of his dragon’s teeth had been knocked out.

  “Dragons have tough hides!” he said with a laugh as Alexis and Elizabeth ran up to him.

  “That was crazy!” said Elizabeth.

  “Why did you do that?” asked Alexis.

  “I couldn’t let her win,” he said. “Not like that.”

  Alexis noticed there was quite a commotion near the side of the finish line. Most of the beds had finished, but the judges seemed to be fighting over something. Alexis led the way over to the judges, her jester’s hat flopping in her hands.

  “Where’s the picture? We have to have the picture!” called one of the judges. He was a short man with a huge mustache.

  “It’s coming, Wilbur,” said another judge. She was tall and was looking around the crowd. “Where’s the photographer?” she shouted.

  “I’m right here!” called a man in a tweed coat. He was running as fast as he could, huffing from the exertion. A digital camera was around his neck. He stopped near the judges and played with the buttons for a few seconds. Then he passed it to the judges. After a few moments of silence the tall judge spoke.

  “I just don’t believe it!” she said.

  “Me neither,” said the little man with the mustache. “But the rules say—”

  “The rules say what, exactly?” said Emily. She had abandoned her bed and was stalking toward the judges. “They had better say that I won!”

  “Well, actually, young lady,” said the man, “you didn’t.”

  He showed her the camera. Emily’s mouth dropped open, and she shoved the camera at Alexis. Alexis grabbed the camera. There was the proof, clear as day. David’s long arms outstretched, grasping the finish line and beating the front of Emily’s bed by a good six inches.

  “But their bed didn’t cross before mine!” argued Emily. “He jumped off!”

  “The rules state that each team member is considered a part of the bed as long as they are touching it,” said the lady judge. “And as you can see, his feet were still on the wall when he crossed the finish line.”

  Emily looked ready to argue, but the mayor burst past her, shoving her to the side.

  “Congratulations!” he said, shaking hands with Alexis, Elizabeth, and David. “Great job! New winners!”

  He squeezed them all in close, and the photographer took a picture. Then, without a moment to spare, the mayor was gone again.

  “The parade!” he called. “Ten minutes until the parade!”

  Alexis couldn’t believe it. Not only had they been able to race, but they had also won!

  “I can’t believe we beat Emily!” Alexis exclaimed. “She’s so mean that I was sure she’d win!”

  “Well, I guess when we do the right thing and try hard, well, maybe the good guys don’t always finish last,” Elizabeth said. “It’s kind of like 2 Samuel 22:25 says, ‘The Lord has rewarded me according to my righteousness, according to my cleanness in his sight.’”

  The three winners walked through the crowd and found a grassy spot on a hill to watch the parade pass. People kept stopping to congratulate them, and many shop owners told them to come by later for something or other “on the house.” They made a plan to get free ice cream and chocolates but not to visit the taxidermist who had promised a special surprise.

  The parade was all they had hoped it would be. The school marching band opened up, and not far behind them was the golden float from the hotel. Dr. Edwards sat in the driver’s seat, accompanied by Grandma Windsor. They were both dressed in authentic costumes from the era of King George III, and Alexis thought it looked like her grandmother was having the time of her life.

  You know, she told herself, Dr. Edwards even looks happy. He looks like a gentleman driving his lady.

  Alexis gasped and stood up.

  “What?” asked Elizabeth and David at the same time.

  “A gentleman driving his lady,” she murmured. “A gentleman…driving his lady!”

  Without explaining, Alexis tore off through the crowd. Elizabeth and David followed, catching up outside the London Bridge Resort.

  “What’s going on?” Elizabeth panted.

  “I think I know where the letter is hidden!” said Alexis. She ran through the automatic doors and stopped. The lobby was empty. Even Jane was nowhere to be seen. Alexis turned toward the golden coach.

  “I think I know where it is!” she said again. As she went to cross the red ropes, she tripped, putting out a hand to stabilize herself on the coach. When she touched it, a huge sheet of golden foil came off in her hand.

  “Wow,” said David. “I thought the replica was sturdier than that!”

  Alexis and Elizabeth looked at each other in horror.

  “It is,” they both said. Then they took off running back out the doors.

  “Wait!” called David. “What’s going on?”

  “It’s Dr. Edwards!” said Alexis. “He’s stealing the replica from the hotel!”

  “How?” asked David. “What are you talking about?”

  “You saw the foil slip off,” said Elizabeth. “He must have replaced the real carriage with his phony ‘float’ while everyone was watching the bed race.”

  “Right now, he’s driving the actual replica of the golden carriage through Lake Havasu City!” said Alexis. “And everyone just thinks it’s a float!”

  The three teens ran across the street and down a couple of blocks. They stopped outside the Lake Havasu City Sheriff’s Department. Inside, they met a bored-looking woman sitting at the front desk.

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�Excuse me, ma’am,” said Alexis. “We have an emergency.”

  “What is it?” said the woman, sitting up a little straighter and looking alert.

  “Someone has stolen the golden carriage from the London Bridge Resort!” said Elizabeth.

  The woman behind the desk burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that she began crying. Alexis tried to explain, but the lady just kept laughing and showed them out the door.

  Alexis was stupefied. If the police didn’t believe them, who would? They walked back slowly to the parade. Grandma Windsor hollered to them, and Alexis pushed her way through the crowd to get to her.

  “You’re already done, Mrs. Windsor?” asked Elizabeth.

  “Yes,” Grandma Windsor said. “Dr. Edwards and I were leading the parade, so we were done first. Hey! Why’s everybody so glum?”

  Alexis didn’t think her grandmother would believe her, but there was no reason to hold back anymore. She told her the whole story, from hearing Jerold and Jim in the alley to finding the fake carriage in the lobby only minutes earlier.

  “The police don’t believe us,” Alexis finished. “There’s nothing we can do.”

  “What do you mean, nothing?” cried Grandma Windsor. She disappeared into the crowd, and within minutes honking filled the air. People parted as it came closer. Grandma Windsor was behind the wheel of her cherry red convertible, motioning for Alexis to jump in.

  “I don’t want to leave you two behind,” she said to David and Elizabeth, “but we haven’t asked your parents, and we don’t have time. I just saw Dr. Edwards loading the carriage into a semitruck. He’s already on the interstate, heading west!”

  With that they were gone. Alexis buckled her seat belt as Grandma Windsor hit the gas pedal.

  “I called the sheriff,” said Grandma Windsor. “Told him he’d better listen to me, since he ignored my granddaughter. They should be on their way.”

  When they got on the freeway, Alexis could barely make out the shape of a truck in the distance.

  “It’s time to see what this baby can do!”

  The engine thrummed as the car went faster…and faster.

  A siren wailed behind them, and Alexis saw the red and blue of flashing lights in the rearview mirror. Thank goodness! she thought. The sheriff will catch Dr. Edwards in no time! The car pulled up next to them but didn’t drive past. Alexis looked over and gasped.

  It was Deputy Dewayne, and he was motioning for Grandma Windsor to pull her car over.

  Busted!

  “What is he doing here?” hollered Alexis over the noise of the car’s engine.

  “Well, I did call the sheriff,” said Grandma Windsor. “Maybe he wants to question me.” She coasted to the side of the road. When the car stopped, Deputy Dewayne pulled in right behind them, lights still flashing and siren blaring.

  Grandma Windsor rolled down her window, and Alexis spun around in her seat to watch the deputy approach. He swaggered up to the car and stood with his hands on his hips. The look on his face reminded Alexis of a starving lion that had just found something to eat.

  “Ma’am,” said Deputy Dewayne to Grandma Windsor, “do you have any idea how fast you were going back there?”

  “I’m sorry, Officer,” said Alexis’s grandma. She put on her best smile. “I must have gotten carried away. I didn’t want the fugitives to get away.” Alexis leaned over so she could see Deputy Dewayne’s face.

  “She’s telling the truth, sir,” she said. “We were trying to catch up to Dr. Edwards before he gets away with the golden coach.”

  Deputy Dewayne’s eyes narrowed.

  “So it’s you!” he said. “I should have known!”

  “Now Deputy,” said Grandma Windsor. “There’s no reason to talk to my granddaughter that way.” The deputy took off his sunglasses and leaned through the window.

  “Now ma’am, you need to understand something,” he said. Alexis wondered why he was suddenly talking to her grandmother like she was a five-year-old. “Every time there’s been a disturbance this week, I’ve found this girl in the middle of things.”

  Grandma Windsor was still smiling, but Alexis could tell that it was getting harder for her to keep it up.

  “I’m sure there have been a few misunderstandings,” she said, “but that is not the issue right now. Right now we are trying to keep a thief from—”

  “I don’t think you are qualified to tell me what is or is not the issue, ma’am,” said the deputy.

  “Maybe not, but if you would just radio the sheriff, he’ll tell you—”

  Deputy Dewayne stepped back and yanked the car door open.

  “Step out of the car, ma’am,” he said. Grandma Windsor’s mouth dropped open. Alexis dropped her head into her hands with a sigh.

  “Don’t fight it, Grandma,” she said. “This is a losing battle.”

  Grandma Windsor huffed in anger and got out of her car. Deputy Dewayne spun her around and pulled out his handcuffs.

  “Molly Windsor, you’re under arrest for obstruction of justice and failure to comply.”

  Alexis was about to complain when more sirens filled the air. She turned to see four sheriff’s cars blow past them on their way to catch Dr. Edwards. Deputy Dewayne stared after them, stunned. He fumbled with Grandma Windsor’s handcuffs and ran toward his car. Alexis had a sudden thought. She had to be with the police when they caught Dr. Edwards. She was the only one here who really knew what was going on. But how was she going to get there? Grandma Windsor couldn’t drive with her hands cuffed behind her back, and it would be too far to walk. She glanced at Deputy Dewayne and got an idea.

  “Um, you’d better take me with you,” she said.

  “Why would I do that?” he asked suspiciously.

  “Well, you said it yourself—I’ve been involved in every crazy thing that’s happened this week. Don’t you think I have something to do with this, too?” The deputy opened the passenger door to his car.

  “Get in,” he said. Alexis smiled at her grandmother as she jumped in the front seat of the police car. She was about to say something when Deputy Dewayne jumped in the other side and took off, siren blazing—and left Grandma Windsor standing in handcuffs on the side of the road.

  Neither of them said a word during the drive. Within five minutes they were pulling up behind a gaggle of red and blue lights that had surrounded a huge semitruck. They were just opening the back end when Alexis and Deputy Dewayne walked up.

  Alexis saw that Jerold and Jim were already in handcuffs. Alexis watched two officers lead them into one of the patrol cars in front of the truck. The sheriff was near the golden coach, talking to Dr. Edwards. Alexis edged nearer, so she could hear what they were saying.

  “I just don’t understand it, Doc,” said the sheriff. “Why would you steal this thing? What on earth could you do with a replica of a golden coach?”

  “Well,” said Dr. Edwards, “it’s very pretty. Thought it would look good in my garage.” He pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose.

  “You expect me to believe that?” said the sheriff. He kept ranting, adding question after question. Dr. Edwards kept answering with one or two words. It was as if he wanted to keep the sheriff talking as long as possible. Alexis got the impression that he was biding time.

  “Good, they got him!”

  Alexis turned around to see David and Elizabeth standing near her. She looked back and saw Elizabeth’s parents wave at her from their car fifty yards behind everyone else.

  “How did you know where we were?” Alexis asked.

  “When we saw the deputy taking off after your grandma onto the highway, we knew the direction you were going. I called my parents, and they agreed to bring us out.”

  “So we could be in on the catch!” David said with a big smile.

  “Well, catch is the right word.” Alexis turned to Elizabeth. “Jim and Jerold are up in the front patrol car,” she said. Then she explained to David, “Those were the two men who were building the float for
Dr. Edwards, the ones we heard talking about the robbery in the alley.”

  “So what’s going on here?” Elizabeth asked, motioning at Dr. Edwards and the sheriff.

  “The sheriff’s asking questions, like why the doctor stole the carriage, but Dr. Edwards isn’t answering them very quickly. I was just thinking that it’s almost like he’s stalling,” she said. And then she realized why he was stalling.

  Every few seconds Dr. Edwards scooted a little bit closer to the carriage. He must have known this was his last chance if he wanted to find the document.

  “Wait!” cried Alexis. The sheriff spun around, surprised to see her. Dr. Edwards noticed her and gasped. She had never seen his ancient face look so angry.

  “Little miss,” said the sheriff, “what are you doing here?”

  “My grandma was the one who called and told you about the theft,” Alexis said. “But it’s not really about the carriage at all, is it, Dr. Edwards?” The old professor wiped his nose again.

  “Of course it is,” he sniveled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, little girl.”

  Alexis turned toward the sheriff.

  “Sir,” she said, “Dr. Edwards believes that there is a priceless letter hidden somewhere in the carriage. He came to Lake Havasu City so he could look for it, but when he couldn’t find it, he decided to steal the whole carriage instead.”

  “Is this true?” asked the sheriff, turning toward Dr. Edwards.

  Dr. Edwards’s lips tightened into a flat line. He was obviously trying not to say anything. When there was no answer, the sheriff turned to Alexis again.

  “This is an interesting story,” he said. “But there’s no evidence that it’s true. We’ve still got him on the theft charge though.”

  He turned back to Dr. Edwards, as Elizabeth nudged Alexis and showed her something on the cell phone.

  Alexis read the words that were texted there and looked up at Elizabeth in amazement. Elizabeth grinned and nodded.

  “Sir,” said Alexis, touching the sheriff on the elbow. “I know where the letter is hidden—at least I think I do.”

  Dr. Edwards smirked. “Little girl, I have been searching this carriage for years—visited London Bridge Resort every vacation. There’s no way you would have been able to find the document after four days in town!”