Cold Case

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When 13-year-old Oz Keillor finds a dead body in his family restaurant, he is soon caught up in a mystery where the stakes are high. His older brother is the prime suspect, and Oz quickly finds out that the murder may be tied to the death of their father years earlier, who was accused of selling nuclear secrets to rouge governments.

With the fate of his family in balance, it's up to Oz to try and crack the case, with the help of his best friend, Rusty. It's a quest that has ...

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Overview


When 13-year-old Oz Keillor finds a dead body in his family restaurant, he is soon caught up in a mystery where the stakes are high. His older brother is the prime suspect, and Oz quickly finds out that the murder may be tied to the death of their father years earlier, who was accused of selling nuclear secrets to rouge governments.

With the fate of his family in balance, it's up to Oz to try and crack the case, with the help of his best friend, Rusty. It's a quest that has more twists and turns than the dusty roads of New Mexico--with the answer being closer to home than Oz ever could have imagined.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The debut of former journalist and chef Leonard is an entertaining if straightforward mystery that nicely integrates espionage and the author's culinary background into a traditional murder investigation. Thirteen-year-old Oz works in the family restaurant, helping his older brother, Dave, and mother, and hoping to become a chef himself one day. When Oz opens the restaurant one Saturday to find a dead journalist in the kitchen, his life is turned upside down. Dave is soon being questioned in the murder, and Oz discovers that their late father was suspected of espionage while working at Los Alamos. As Oz and his rebellious, overcaffeinated friend, Rusty, look into the case, they discover a potential conspiracy dating back years. Readers won't be surprised to learn that some of the adults that the kids trust turn out to be more than they seem, and the occasional red herring doesn't do much to muddy the waters. Still, Leonard's firsthand chef experience shows in the attention to detail in the kitchen scenes, and Oz's obsessions with both cooking and clearing his brother's name help carry the novel. Ages 8–12. (May)
Children's Literature - Kathleen Karr
Saturday morning prep work at his big brother's restaurant is usually fun-unless a fresh corpse (human) is waiting inside the walk-in freezer. Thirteen-year-old Oz is having a bad day. It turns into an even worse week as he learns the real truth about his dead father, his brother Dave is jailed for murder, and someone seems to be trying very hard to kill him too. Fortunately, Oz's best friend Rusty is a young lady well-versed in all the investigative techniques of her CSI heroes. Together the two set out to right wrongs, free Dave from jail and, most importantly, get the family restaurant open again. This is the British Leonard's first novel, and her background as pastry chef, bread baker, and recipe tester is put to good use, as is the Santa Fe locale gifted her by a grandmother. Cold Case should be a shoo-in choice for male middle school reluctant readers. It moves fast and contains enough gratuitous action and suggested, but not graphic, violence to keep their interest. Reviewer: Kathleen Karr
Kirkus Reviews

An interesting premise falls victim to too-familiar plotting.

When Oz Keiller opens the refrigerator door at his family's restaurant and discovers the body of Aaron Sneider, he quickly finds he has also cracked the seal on a long-buried family secret: Years ago his father had been caught stealing nuclear secrets from Los Alamos. Oz teams up with his crime-show–obsessed best friend, Rusty, to hunt for evidence to prove his brother's innocence after his brother is arrested for a crime Oz knows he didn't commit. While interviewing his father's old colleagues and Aaron's contacts, Oz learns that his father may have been a scapegoat himself for a much larger conspiracy. Trying to craft a sophisticated plot with multiple suspects, Leonard unfortunately pulls too much from the same crime shows Rusty is obsessed with and gives the mystery away to savvy readers all too soon. Even though there's not much in the way of scene-setting, it manages to feels like Oz is slogging back and forth between the same few places in a repetitive loop. The near-absence of adults is forced through a series of coincidences and comes across as a contrivance rather than a natural narrative occurrence.

An indistinguishable middle-school narrator in an unremarkable mystery. (Mystery. 10-14)

School Library Journal
Gr 4–7—Oz Keiller, 13, isn't happy about having to work at his family's restaurant in Santa Fe on Saturday morning. His grumpiness quickly turns to fear when he finds blood all over the kitchen, and, worse, a dead guy in the walk-in fridge. He discovers that the murdered man was a reporter who had accused his deceased father of being a spy and a traitor. Oz jumps into action when his older brother becomes the prime suspect, and, with the help of his friend Rusty, they try to clear his brother's name and solve the mystery. Their searching leads them closer to the real killer but also closer to real danger. Quick-moving action makes this a fast and easy read. Oz begins the story resistant to responsibility, but readers witness his transformation as he works hard to keep the restaurant successful and his family intact. The other characters are likable enough, but lack distinctive voices. The dialogue, usually abrupt and sarcastic, keeps the conversation flowing; however, it is not always initially clear who is doing the speaking. Readers will easily imagine the heat and setting of the New Mexico desert, but the inclusion of so many street names is distracting. Leonard does an admirable job of maintaining the story's energy, including unexpected twists that will keep readers on the edge of their seats and trying to solve the mystery along with Oz and Rusty.—Elizabeth C. Johnson, Fort Vancouver Regional Library, WA
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781442420090
  • Publisher: Aladdin
  • Publication date: 4/26/2011
  • Pages: 288
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Julia Platt Leonard has been a television reporter, pastry chef and bread baker for Todd English, and a food consultant. She lives in London with her family. When she’s not dreaming about what’s for dinner or thinking up new stories, she is a freelance copywriter and recipe tester. Cold Case is her first novel.

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CHAPTER I

BA-BA-BA. I swatted at the alarm clock. BA-BA-BA. Where was the snooze button? I fumbled for the light and knocked over a glass of water. By the time I got the light on, and alarm off, water was everywhere. I picked up Dave’s copy of Making of a Cook and dried it off on my pillowcase.

Great. Six o’clock a.m. and the day was off to a bad start.

It wasn’t going to get any better, either. I slid out of bed and fished a pair of jeans and a crumpled T-shirt from underneath a chair and yanked them on. Thanks to Dave—he’s my older brother—I got to spend Saturday morning cleaning greasy exhaust hoods and scrubbing down counters. Oh yeah, and stock-take … a riveting job where I counted how much we had of every ingredient in the kitchen. Fascinating, not.

He didn’t even care that school had just started and I had homework to do. He gave me a big lecture last night. “Oz, this is the only way you’ll ever learn the business. All the great chefs start this way.” And then—this is the killer—“Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.” Thanks, Dave.

I splashed cold water on my face and brushed my teeth. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror and squinted at my reflection. Maybe we weren’t really brothers. He had blond hair and blue eyes. Me? Brown hair, brown eyes, and freckles. I could hope.

I walked down the hall past his bedroom. Totally silent. He got to sleep in while I worked. Okay, so we were short staffed. And he was the head chef. And he was twelve years older than me. I got all that. But still, he treated me like I was his personal slave.

It was worse because Mom wasn’t here. She’d been in France for almost a week. She flew out as soon as we got the call that Gran had had a stroke. Mom was barely out of the driveway before Dave put on his serious face and said, “Oz, we all have to pitch in.” I think it was just another excuse to hassle me.

I put on my backpack and grabbed my bike from the front porch. I was almost out the driveway before I realized something was weird. Dave’s car wasn’t there. I hadn’t heard him come in last night, but I was so exhausted that wasn’t surprising. A sick thought raced through my mind. What if Dave was already at work? What if he’d gone in early so he could keep an eye on me? Great. That was all I needed.

I zoomed down Garcia, took a right onto Acequia Madre and a left at Delgado. Piñon smoke wafted out of a chimney, a smell of pine and cumin that reminded me of Christmas. I sucked in a deep breath. Except for a couple of dogs howling, it was just me.

At Canyon Road I took a right. The galleries were closed, waiting for the next wave of art-crazed tourists. We got our fair share of tourists at Chez Isabelle—most of the local businesses depended on them—but also lots of locals.

When I hit the parking lot I slowed down. Suddenly it was pitch black. Weird. I could barely see the restaurant across the lot. It wasn’t a big deal. I spent more time at Chez Isabelle than I did at home and knew my way around blindfolded, but still …

I coasted across the lot and leaned my bike against the wall. I felt my way to the door. Glass crunched underneath my shoes. That was it. The light over the back door was out. Probably Razor and JoJo playing hoops again. “Excellent,” I muttered. “One more thing to clean up.”

I shifted my backpack onto one shoulder and dug in the zipper pocket for my key. I fumbled around until I found the lock. The key slipped in but the lock didn’t turn. It wasn’t locked. Impossible. Dave closed last night, didn’t he? He never forgot anything, especially something like locking up. I got this creepy feeling. I knew he’d been in a foul mood last night, distracted, like something was really bugging him, but forget to lock up?

I stood in the doorway, trying to figure out what to do. “Hello?” I called out. “Dave, you there?”

No one answered. I told myself there was nothing to worry about. I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. I stepped through the doorway. Total darkness. It took a second for my eyes to adjust. I smelled cooking grease and bleach and something else … something different … what was it? It was like rust or …

I ran my hand along the wall to my right, found the light switch, and gave it a flick. As soon as the fluorescent lights sputtered on I felt better.

But then I saw it. Blood. The prep table—the stainless-steel one we used for pastry—was covered in blood. My stomach heaved. Don’t puke. It was blood, wasn’t it? I swallowed hard. There was more on the floor in front of the table. I glanced up. Droplets peppered the ceiling. I swallowed again.

I grabbed my cell and started to punch in the speed dial for Dave. I stopped. Dave would ask me a load of questions. I didn’t have any answers. Figure out what’s going on, then call Dave. I slipped the phone back in my pocket.

I glanced around at the rest of the room. Nothing moved, nothing missing as far as I could tell. Everything else looked normal. I took a step toward the table. A trail of blood led from the table in the center of the room to the walk-in fridge on the right-hand wall. Then it stopped. I edged over toward the fridge, trying not to step in the blood. It was no good. It squelched underneath my sneakers. I looked down. I’d left a bloody footprint on the floor.

I rested my hand on the cold stainless-steel door, trying to get my heart to stop racing. Maybe this was a practical joke. Something Razor thought up. He was our sous-chef, the second-in-command to Dave. Maybe I’d open up the door and he’d be in there with a couple of the other guys in hysterics.

I gripped the stainless-steel handle of the fridge. I took a deep breath and pulled. A blast of cold air hit me. That’s when I saw him. It wasn’t Razor or any of the guys from work. It was a man slumped against the back wall of the walk-in. There was a small trickle of blood on his forehead. But his shirt … his shirt was covered in blood. He didn’t move. Dead. But his eyes … they were wide open and staring straight at me.

© 2011 Julia Platt Leonard

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    This is beast it was voted best book at my school

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    After an attention grabbing beginning, I thought it drug a bit. But the ending was a page turner. I really liked Rusty and wished she had been in the book even more. I hope there will be another book with these characters.

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    This was a good mystery book. At the beginning, it was suspensful. The ending was shocking to me. This us a must-read! This book is good to use for school projects. Buy it!

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