This Gum for Hire
Chet Gecko Mystery No. 6

Published: 2002

Never thought I’d see the day when one of my worst enemies would hire me for a case. Herman the Gila Monster was a sixth-grade hoodlum with a first-rate left hook. He told me someone was disappearing the football team and he had to put a stop to it. Big whoop.

He told me he was being blamed for the kidnappings, and he had to clear his name. Boo hoo.

Then he said, either I could take the case and earn a nice reward, or have my face rearranged like a bargain-basement Picasso painted by a spastic chimp.

I took the case.

But before I could find the kidnapper, I had to go undercover. And that meant facing something that scared me worse than a chorus line of criminals in steel-toed boots: P.E. class.