The Crossword Puzzle Mystery: Chapter 12
Blue, Not Green
“I’ll ask my mom,” Marta said.
Both she and Jimmy were impressed at what I’d worked on the previous night, but when I admitted that I was stumped by how to track down the creator of the puzzles, Marta stepped in with her offer of parental guidance.
“Can we do it today?” I asked.
“Sure.”
We were sitting under the tree in Marta’s yard, sipping Cokes, our bike…