Stacey and the Mystery at the Mall

by Ann M. Martin

  Mary Anne looked around the room we sat in. It was a big rectangular space, with a storeroom and a bathroom in the back. The walls were a sort of dingy light green. “At least there’s plenty of room,” she said. “But this place sure could use some sprucing up. Painting with bright colors would help a lot.”

  “I think our next step should be making up a list of things we’ll need,” said Ms. Snyder. “Paint is an example, and so is the refrigerator. Then we can try to get donations from the merchants. I’ve already talked my boss into the idea of Lear’s donating some used office equipment — we’ll need a desk and a file cabinet.”

  “I spent some time last night writing a note about how the center will work,” said Mr. Williams. “I hope you all don’t mind. I think it will help a lot when we present the idea to the other merchants.” He passed around a letter he’d written. It outlined the idea of the day-care center, which we had worked out during a short meeting the day before. The center would be run as a co-op. Store-owners who were interested in being part of it would get together to pay the rent each month, at least at first. Hopefully, once the center was running, it would make just enough money, through fees charged to parents, to cover the rent plus the salaries of the employees. The center wouldn’t operate to make a profit. We agreed that the fees should be as low as possible, so it would be affordable for everyone.

  “This looks great,” said Logan, after he had read through it. “I’ll bring one over to Casa Grande and ask my boss to pass it around.”

  “I’ll take one, too,” said Jessi. “My boss is pretty excited about this.”

  Mr. Williams had plenty of copies of his letter, and we all took a few to pass out.

  As my friends and I left the meeting, I noticed that Kristy looked a little down. “Is something wrong?” I asked her. “I mean, everything seems to be going well, don’t you think?”

  “Oh, things are great with the day-care center,” said Kristy. “But right before the meeting we had our own meeting in security. I was so sure that the shoplifting would stop after we caught those kids, but it hasn’t.”

  “That’s what Ms. Munro told me,” said Mal. “She said stuff is still disappearing. Not from the bookstore so much, though. It’s mostly little things, like from the drugstore.”

  “That’s right,” said Kristy. “Except it’s not only little things that are being stolen. What Ms. Munro may not know is that some big things have been reported missing, too. Things like computers and VCRs. They’ve been taken during the night, and somehow they’re getting past the security cameras.”

  “Maybe they didn’t catch all the shoplifters last week, after all,” said Logan.

  “No,” said Kristy, looking miserable. “They’re sure they did. They interviewed all those kids, and they’re positive about it. The thefts happening now are being done by someone else.”

  “What’s security going to do?” asked Claudia.

  “Keep on reviewing the tapes, I guess,” said Kristy. “And they’re going to put on more patrols.”

  I was glad to hear that. Knowing that major shoplifting was still going on made me nervous.

  Back at Toy Town, I took over the cash register while Sarah slipped out for a quick break. April had stayed behind to talk to Ms. Snyder and Mr. Williams for a few minutes. When she came back, I asked her what she knew about the thefts.

  “I heard about them,” said April. “But nothing’s been taken from here. Not big things, and not little stuff, either. As far as Toy Town is concerned, the shoplifting is over, thank goodness. But Cindy Snyder was just telling me that she heard some strange things have disappeared from Lear’s — towels, she said, and a pair of boy’s jeans that were on display. And she mentioned something about some sweaters in kids’ sizes. And three camcorders disappeared last night from that electronics store, and they can’t figure out how they were taken. They were in a locked storage room.”

  I shook my head. “It’s too bad,” I said. “I hope security can get to the bottom of this. I don’t like the idea of thieves wandering around in the mall.”

  “You and me, both,” said April. “Now, how about if we get some of this stock unpacked and priced?” She handed me a magic marker and a box of stickers, and showed me a price list that matched the contents of a large carton of merchandise. Then she went off to run the cash register.

  * * *

  For the rest of that week, I was a little nervous whenever I worked at Toy Town. I tried to get my tasks done and watch for shoplifters at the same time, but it wasn’t easy. It didn’t help that April had to bring Sandy on Wednesday, and I ended up watching him, too. Not that I really minded: Sandy and I were getting along very well by then. But still, it was hard to give him the attention he needed and also keep an eye on every customer in the store.

  By the following week, I was feeling a little calmer. Things were still disappearing from other stores in the mall, according to Kristy, but the shoplifters seemed to be avoiding Toy Town. Some food had been stolen from the Cheese Outlet, and some hairbrushes had been taken from the Dollar Store — but nobody seemed interested in stealing toys. A few big things had been taken, too: a treadmill and a large-screen TV. Whoever was doing the shoplifting sure had strange habits.

  Meanwhile, our plans for the day-care center were going well: We had already signed up enough store-owners to more than cover the rent, and donations of equipment and supplies were coming in every day.

  On Tuesday afternoon, we had a short meeting in the empty store. Mary Anne brought in some paint samples she had gotten from the hardware store, and we looked them over. We planned to paint the main walls white, and then use bright, primary colors to block out areas for different age groups. We were going to have a painting party that weekend (on Sunday, when the mall was usually a little quieter), and we hoped to get a lot of the work done then.

  Claudia had drawn a plan of the room, and it looked terrific. “See, where this red stripe is will be the toddlers’ area,” said Claud, pointing to a corner where we could set up a table and small chairs for coloring, a trunk for dress-up clothes, and an area for block constructions. “And we’ll put the babies over here,” she went on, “in the blue corner.”

  “The HomeStore has already offered to donate five high chairs and three cribs,” said Jessi, checking her notes.

  “And I’m going to donate a bunch of these great animal mobiles I have,” said April. “Babies love them.”

  The biggest area, which Claud had colored green, was for the school-age children. We planned to have two play tables there, plus a small library of books (the BookCenter would be donating those), an arts-and-crafts area, and a “quiet” corner, where kids could be by themselves.

  After the meeting, April and I headed back to Toy Town. The store was busy, and a long line of customers was waiting to check out. April went right behind the counter to work with Sarah at the register, and asked me to help a short, blonde woman who appeared to be looking for something in the doll section.

  “Can I help you find something?” I asked the woman.

  “Oh, I hope so,” she said. “It’s my niece’s birthday tomorrow, and she’s got her heart set on one of those dolls that comes with a book. I think it’s called Baby Read to Me, or something like that.”

  “Baby Tell Me a Story,” I said. “I’m so sorry, but I think we’re all out. That doll has been very popular.”

  “Oh, dear,” said the woman. Her face fell.

  “Wait a second,” I said, remembering something. “A shipment might have come in this morning. Let me go check.” I ran to the back of the store and into the stockroom. “Baby Tell Me a Story,” I muttered to myself, as I searched through the boxes that were stacked on the shelves. “I’m sure April said they came in. Now where are they?”

  I moved a carton of LEGOs aside to check behind it, and there on the shelf was a big case of the dolls I was looking for. I grabbed it and pulled it down, intending to open it on the floor and take one out. Just then I hear
d a noise behind me, and I turned around quickly.

  Standing between me and the door to the store, was a man. A man in a dark red ski mask that completely covered his face.

  “Oh —” I began to say. My heart had jumped into my throat, and my knees felt weak.

  “Don’t say a word,” the man interrupted me in a brusque voice. He ran toward me, and for a second I thought I was going to pass out. But then he pushed by me and ran out the back door of the stockroom, the one that leads into the mall. He ran silently — I guess because he was wearing sneakers along with his blue jeans and light blue shirt — pulling off his mask as he went out the door.

  * * *

  Five minutes later, I was sitting in April’s tiny office, shaking like a leaf and giving my report to the guards from security. “Did anybody catch him when he ran out?” I asked.

  One of the guards shook his head. “Nobody saw anything unusual,” he said. “I guess once he took the mask off, he looked like everybody else in the mall.”

  That was a scary, scary thought. Here was a possibly dangerous criminal, wandering through the mall looking just like any other shopper. I felt someone rub my shoulder, and glanced up to see Kristy, looking sympathetic and also very important, her security walkie-talkie pressed to her ear.

  “We’ll get him,” she said, patting my shoulder again. Now she looked grim. “I promise you, we’ll get him.”

  Ten minutes later, I had finally stopped shaking. I was still sitting in April’s office. The security guards had left, but Kristy had stayed with me.

  All of a sudden, I put my hand to my mouth. “Oh, no!” I said.

  “What?” said Kristy, reaching for her walkie-talkie. “Did you just remember something about the guy? Wait — I’ll call Pete so he can take it down.” She was on a first-name basis with all the security guards.

  “No, no,” I said. “It’s not that. It’s Baby Tell Me a Story!”

  “What?” asked Kristy. She looked at me as if she thought I had gone off the deep end.

  “It’s a doll,” I said. “This customer was looking for it.” I headed into the store, Kristy following me. “April,” I said, “did that woman get her doll?”

  April smiled at me. “She sure did,” she said. “It’s nice of you to remember. You’re a great salesperson.” She gave me a quick hug. “Now, why don’t you get out of here? I think you have a bus to catch. Go home and try to relax for the rest of the day. Everything will be all right.” She hugged me again, tighter. “I’m so sorry it had to happen,” she whispered into my ear.

  “It’s not your fault,” I said.

  “I know,” she replied, letting me go, “but I still feel kind of responsible. I mean, I keep wondering if I locked the stockroom doors properly. How did he get in there, anyway?”

  Kristy stepped in. “Whoever this guy is, he probably has no problem getting into any of the stockrooms in the mall. I’m sure you didn’t do anything wrong. And believe me, security is on the case. It won’t be long before we catch him.” She sounded confident, but I wondered. So far, security seemed totally baffled by the new batch of thefts.

  I said good-bye to April, and Kristy and I headed for the bus. As we left Toy Town, we saw Claudia walking toward us, munching a cookie covered with M&M’s. “Hey!” she called, waving the cookie at us. “I got off a little early, so I thought I’d treat myself.” She held out a bag to us. “I got enough for everybody,” she went on, “and I even got some pretzels for you, Stace.” Then she took a good took at me. “Stacey, what’s the matter?” she cried. “You look terrible. What happened?”

  “I’m okay,” I said. “It’s just that —” Suddenly, I felt shaky again. Kristy jumped in to explain what had happened.

  “Oh, Stace,” said Claud, giving me a hug. “That’s awful!” We walked arm in arm toward the exit, where we found the rest of our friends waiting for the bus. I saw Mal give me a questioning glance, and Mary Anne looked concerned, too. Claudia and Kristy told the story again, without waiting for anyone to ask me what was wrong.

  “I can’t believe it,” said Mal, with a shudder. “How totally creepy!”

  “I wonder if that’s the same guy who broke into Casa Grande,” mused Logan. “My boss said somebody was in there a few nights ago. Whoever it was, he didn’t steal anything, though. He just used our stove to cook up a batch of burritos or something. He cleaned up after himself pretty well, but it was obvious he had been there.”

  “Weird,” said Jessi, looking thoughtful. Just then, our bus pulled up and we piled into our regular seats. Alan Gray had given up fighting us for them; instead he usually sat in the front, along with two girls who were working at Rita’s Bridal Shoppe. The back two rows of seats felt like home. Claud and I would sit in the left-hand, farthest-back seat, and Kristy and Logan would alternate days sitting with Mary Anne in the right-hand back one. Mal and Jessi always sat in front of Claudia and me, and Kristy — or Logan, depending on whose day it was to sit with Mary Anne — would sit in the seat across the aisle from Jessi and Mal. Once we were all in our places, we’d make ourselves comfortable, setting our backpacks on the empty seats in front of us and stretching our legs out into the aisles.

  That day, as the bus started up, Claud passed out the cookies — and handed me some pretzels — and we began to talk. I was still feeling a little shaky, but I was feeling something else, too. Determined. “We have to figure out what’s going on at the mall,” I said. “I can’t keep working there if I have to be worried about running into thieves.”

  “Don’t you think we should let security handle it?” asked Mary Anne, with a glance at Kristy.

  “I know they’re working on it, but maybe they could use some help,” I said. “After all, we’re there three days a week. If we really put our minds to it, maybe we can figure out how to catch the thief.”

  “Count me in,” said Logan.

  “Me, too,” said Kristy. “I mean, security has all that high-tech camera equipment and everything, but I have to admit it doesn’t seem to be doing much good. Ms. Garcia reviews the tapes every day, but she never sees anything suspicious. And stuff just keeps disappearing, mostly at night. I know she’d be really impressed if I came up with some answers.”

  “I wonder if the guy I saw today is the only thief,” I said. “I mean, does he work alone?”

  “If he does, he’s covering a lot of ground every night,” said Mary Anne. “I mean, shops all over the mall have reported stuff missing.”

  “It’s almost like somebody is living at the mall,” Jessi blurted out. She and Mal were turned around so they were facing Claudia and me. “I mean, first I heard about somebody sleeping in the theatre, and then Logan said somebody was cooking in Casa Grande’s kitchen.”

  “Whoa!” said Kristy, sitting up in her seat. “I think you’re onto something there. As a matter of fact, I’ve noticed some strange things, too. Like, the other day I was checking the bathrooms, and I found a tube of toothpaste sitting on one of the sinks. I wondered about it, but I was pretty busy, so I forgot to mention it to Ms. Garcia.”

  While the others talked, I was thinking about all the things that had been stolen. The camcorders and TVs made sense — they were big, expensive things that could be sold. But what about the things that April had told me about, the stuff that had been taken from Lear’s? I tried to recall what she had said. Towels, I was sure. And kids’ clothes. Why would a thief take kids’ clothes? I told the others what I had remembered.

  Everybody looked stumped, and no wonder. It just didn’t make sense. Then, suddenly, Mal’s eyes lit up. “I know! It’s those kids!” she said. “The ones who came to my first story hour. There was something strange about them. They weren’t carrying jackets. And I didn’t see a parent pick them up — just their older sister. I’ve seen them a bunch of times since then, too. They’re always around. I bet they’re living at the mall.”

  “But why?” asked Mary Anne. “Why would a bunch of kids be living at the mall?” She took a b
ite of her cookie, which she had been nibbling at, and chewed thoughtfully. (Everybody else had already devoured theirs.)

  “I don’t know,” Kristy answered. “But I think Mal is onto something. What do the kids look like, Mal?”

  “They’re blonde,” she replied. “And a little grubby. Kind of skinny.”

  “That’s them!” said Kristy. “The kids I’ve seen on the videotapes. The ones who were talking to Mr. Morton. I’m almost positive.” She stroked her chin. “Hmmm. … I wonder if he knows anything about this.”

  “Well, don’t go bothering him with a whole bunch of questions, Kristy,” said Claudia. “He’s being so nice about the day-care center — we don’t want to do anything to upset him.”

  “I won’t,” said Kristy. “Anyway, we don’t have any proof about this. Mr. Morton would think I was nuts.”

  “So what do we do now?” asked Jessi.

  “Keep our eyes open, I guess,” said Mal. “We’re just guessing about those kids. I mean, even if they are at the mall a lot, that doesn’t mean they’re actually living there. And if they are, and they’ve been taking things like towels, that doesn’t explain the big stuff that’s been stolen. I mean, what would those kids do with a treadmill?”

  Claudia nodded in agreement. “Besides, what about the guy Stacey saw? He sure wasn’t a kid. So far, this doesn’t really add up. There are still a lot of questions.”

  Everybody was quiet for a few minutes, and I sat there looking out the window and thinking about the guy in the stockroom. I knew it would take me a long time to forget the sight of the man in a ski mask. I wondered if we were doing the right thing, getting involved in this mystery. I really hoped we could help solve it, but it could be dangerous. I mean, if it was only about kids living in the mall, that was one thing. But that seemed to be just one small part of the puzzle. Something else was going on, too, something serious. The only thing I was sure of was that I did not want to run into that guy again anytime soon.