Alexis and the Lake Tahoe Tumult (7 page)

“Hopefully she’ll get to it soon,” said Bailey.

“Are you kidding? Kate checks her e-mail every five minutes. If she’s not already asleep, she’ll probably get it tonight.”

Just then there was a gentle knock at the connecting door, and Mrs. Howell popped her head in.

“Hi, Mom. We’re done with the computer now,” Alex announced.

“Oh, that’s okay. I didn’t come in for that,” Mrs. Howell explained. “I got a call from the restaurant. They said I left my purse there, and they’ve taken it to the front desk. I’m trying to get your brothers to bed, so I wondered if you girls would run down and get it for me.”

“Sure, Mom,” Alex said with a smile.

“Great. I’ll call them and let them know you’re on the way,” Mrs. Howell said.

The girls quickly entered the elevator and rode to the lobby.

“I wonder how Angelo’s doing,” Bailey said.

“Hmm. Maybe we should call him and invite him to join us tomorrow,” Bailey said.

As the girls picked up Mrs. Howell’s purse, Alex noticed a “house” phone near the front desk—a phone for guests to use to call the hotel rooms. She punched in the operator’s number and asked for Angelo’s room.

No one picked up in Angelo’s room. She left him a message and told him to meet them at the bus stop if he was interested. Then they headed up to the room.

The girls got back in the elevator talking about their plans for the next day. When they got off the elevator, they could already hear the commotion coming from their room at the end of the hallway. To Alexis’s surprise, a hotel manager was standing at their door, knocking. She and Bailey stood slightly behind him to see what was going on as Mrs. Howell opened the door.

“Yes? Can I help you?” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” said the manager. “I wonder if you could have your little ones calm down a bit? It’s just that we’ve had a number of complaints from your floor—”

“Oh, I’m so sorry—”

“And the floor below you—”

“Sir, I promise they won’t—”

“
And
the floor above you as well,” the man finished.

Alexis’s mother looked sorry, but Alexis could tell that underneath she was furious. Not at the manager, but at her twin sons.

“Thank you, sir,” she said through clenched teeth. “It won’t happen again.” The man smiled and walked back toward the elevator. Alexis barely caught the door before it closed, and she and Bailey made it into the room just in time to hear the melee that ensued.

“I told you two to settle down!” Mrs. Howell was yelling. “If I have to tell you again, you’re not skiing tomorrow! I’ll sign you up for the hotel day care instead, and you can play with the two-year-olds! I’m not kidding!”

Alexis and Bailey sat down with Mr. Howell on the couch. He was watching the Discovery Channel and checking e-mail, completely unaware of the chaos in the bedroom.

“It’s hard to believe you two could make it onto real-life TV!” he said to Alexis and Bailey. “How’s the filming coming anyway?”

“Really well,” said Alexis. She told him all about the baby bats and the sick coyotes. She even told him about the bear cave and the one that woke up, though she failed to mention how close she and Bailey had been when it happened.

Ding!

A small screen popped up on Mr. Howell’s laptop.

“Here, Alex. Looks like you’ve got an e-mail,” he said, handing her the computer. From the next room over, they heard a lamp crash to the floor.

“I’d better go help your mother,” laughed Mr. Howell, and he left them alone on the couch.

Bailey got so excited that she almost knocked the computer to the floor. “It couldn’t be Kate, could it? It’s too soon!”

“Let’s see,” said Alexis, and she opened up the e-mail.

Alexis hurried to open the files. There were four of them. The first was a picture of the whole scene: a man bundled up from head to toe climbing onto a snowmobile. They couldn’t see his face, but they could see what he was carrying over his shoulder.

“Is that a gun?” asked Bailey.

“Probably a BB gun,” said Alexis. She opened the next picture.

It was a close-up of the man’s face, but it was fully covered with a ski mask. That didn’t help much. The third picture was just of the snowmobile, and the fourth was a super close-up of the side of the vehicle.

“Why would she send us that?” asked Bailey. The computer bounced on Alexis’s lap as Mr. Howell sat back down on the couch.

“Oh!” he said. “A Yamaha Phazer! Those are great snowmobiles. Super expensive, though. You two interested in riding?”

“You could say that,” said Alexis. She was staring at the make and model of the snowmobile, trying to figure out why Kate had zoomed in far enough to see it. All of a sudden, it hit her.

“Bailey, this is huge! We may not have his face, but we know what kind of snowmobile he was driving! Maybe that will lead us to who he is!”

“Maybe,” said Bailey. “But it’s not like this is
CSI
. We don’t have access to all of the registered snowmobile owners in California. And even if we did, how would we know which one was this guy?”

“You’re right, Bailey. This isn’t
CSI
, but we can still use the info. Didn’t you hear Dad? These things are expensive. I bet whoever was riding it rented it. Tomorrow we can call around to the rental places in town and see if anyone took out a Yamaha Phazer today. That’s a start anyway. Then we’ll go investigate the area near the cave again. Maybe this guy left something behind.”

When the girls climbed into bed, Alexis couldn’t fall asleep. Bailey’s light snoring wasn’t keeping her up. Her mind was. It seemed to be going about a million miles per hour. She hoped this snowmobile would lead them to whoever was sabotaging the reserve. She knew it could be a dead end, but she refused to think about that right now.

Please, God
, she prayed.
Help us tomorrow. We need a break. The reserve needs You. We need You. This is where the real investigating begins
.

The next morning, the girls awoke to a wall of white. Snowflakes as big as silver dollars drifted toward the ground—so many that they melded together to form a frozen fog. There had always been snow on the ground since they arrived, but at least four more feet had fallen while they slept.

Alexis looked out the window and felt like she had landed on another planet.

“I hope we’re not stuck in the hotel today!” squealed Bailey from behind her.

“Me, too,” said Alexis.

“One thing’s for sure,” she continued, layering on her thick socks and snow boots. “Even if we can get to the reserve, there’s no way we’ll be able to examine the site near the bear cave. Any evidence will be covered up.”

Alexis and Bailey weren’t too hopeful as they rode the elevator down to the lobby. They were surprised to see that it was business as usual outside. Cars and buses chugged by the hotel. Bundled-up tourists trudged into the corner coffee shop. The only things out of place were the huge piles of snow on the sides of the street. Every few minutes a huge snowplow roared its way through. It pushed the newly fallen snow out of the street, adding to the piles.

As the girls waited to see if the bus would come, they didn’t see any sign of Angelo. The bus picked them up as usual, though now there were metal chains clacking on all of its four wheels. Lisa picked them up in the jeep. A small plow was sticking out of its front bumper. It took much longer than usual to traverse the road to the reserve office. Every once in a while, Lisa had to let the plow down to push through the snowdrifts.

“You’re really good at that,” said Bailey from the backseat.

“Thanks,” said Lisa. “Thankfully this only happens a few times a year. I don’t know what we’d do if we had to deal with it all the time!”

“I even saw a school bus on our way here,” said Alexis. “My cousin in Tennessee gets out of school if they
think
it’s going to snow! Wait until I tell her that kids in Tahoe go in a blizzard!”

“Yeah,” laughed Lisa. “It takes a lot to get a snow day here.”

By the time they were inside the office, warming themselves by the fire, Jake and Karen were already doing their rounds with the animals.

“Hey, Lisa?” Alexis said. “We have a lot of video of the animals. Do you think we could interview you about the reserve and your parents?”

“Sure!” said Lisa. “I finished a lot of my work early this morning. Besides, if you two win, I’ll be on TV! And I’m
sure
you’ll win. You just have to! People will love this.”

Alexis spent the next hour behind the camera filming as Bailey asked Lisa question after question. They learned everything they could about the reserve. Lisa’s grandparents had started it with their life savings, and the Ingles had worked continually to expand it since then. It was the only reserve of its kind in California or Nevada—the only option for the animals that animal control and the humane society couldn’t deal with.

The Ingleses felt their setup was still too small. Just last month they had had to turn away a wolf that someone had tried to keep as a pet. They just didn’t have the space. The wolf had gone to a sanctuary near Olympia in Washington State, but he had been lucky—most animals Karen and Jake couldn’t keep had nowhere else to go. If a zoo couldn’t take them, they had to be released or put to sleep.

After the interview, Lisa had to leave. The local high school was having a college fair, and she was going to help answer questions about her university. Before she left, Alexis caught her at the door.

“Lisa?” she called into the snow. “Do you think we could use the phone for a bunch of local calls? We were going to follow up on a lead.”

“Sure! Mom and Dad will be busy until lunch anyway.”

Alexis got out her pink notebook and placed it next to the phone while Bailey scrounged around the office looking for the phone book. There was a whole page full of numbers for snowmobile rentals, so the girls decided to go in alphabetical order.

By the time Alexis had called half the rental places, she still hadn’t written anything down. Bailey was getting bored. She started making origami out of a pile of yellow sticky notes lying on the desk.

Finally, on about the twentieth call, they got a break. Alexis learned that the snowmobile they were looking for was rare because it was expensive. Only two places in South Tahoe even rented them—and one of those places was only minutes away from the reserve! It was called Rainbow Rentals.

“This makes sense, Bailey!” said Alexis. “If the person we’re looking for rented the snowmobile just down the road, they wouldn’t have had to transport it at all. They could have just taken off up the mountain and circled around onto the reserve’s property! Bailey! Are you even listening?”

Bailey’s head had drooped onto the desk. She was sleeping comfortably and drooling on a half-made paper bird. Alexis shook her.

“Bailey!”

“Huh? What?” Bailey said. She sat up and Alexis laughed. One of Bailey’s sticky-note creations had stuck to her cheek.

“I might have found the right place,” said Alexis. “I just need to make one more call to check.”

Alexis made the call and scribbled furiously on her notebook the whole time. It turned out that someone
had
rented a Yamaha Phazer the day before. It was a girl who rented the machine all the time. Her name was Chloe. She had long, red hair and was a bit of a snob according to the guy on the phone. Alexis thanked him for the information and hung up.

“So, do you think this Chloe girl is the one who is doing all of this damage?” asked Bailey.

“If she rented the snowmobile, then she might be the one waking the bears,” said Alexis. “But we still have to figure out who she is and tie her to the crimes if we’re going to get her to stop. That’s what has to happen before the reserve will be safe.”

Bailey opened her mouth to say something else, but nothing came out. She was staring over Alexis’s shoulder at the front door to the office. Her mouth was hanging open, and when Alexis asked her what was wrong, she just pointed toward the door. Alexis turned around, and it was all she could do to keep her mouth from dropping open as well.