The Hamster of the Baskervilles
Chet Gecko Mystery No. 5

Published: 2002

Elementary school is a wild place. But this was ridiculous.

Someone – or something – was tearing up Emerson Hicky. Classrooms were trashed. Walls were gnawed. Mysterious tunnels riddled the playground like worm chunks in a pan of earthworm lasagna.

But nobody could spot the culprit – let alone catch him.

I don’t believe in the supernatural. My idea of voodoo is my mom’s cockroach ripple ice cream.

Then a teacher reported seeing a monster on full moon night, and I got the call.

At the end of a twisted trail of clues, I had to answer the burning question: Was it a vicious, supernatural were-hamster on the loose, or just another Science Fair project gone wrong?