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"I always thought I'd be ready for an adventure, if one ever came along. I didn't know how stupid that was until it happened."

When eleven-year-old Kaci interrupts burglars in the process of robbing her house, she and her nosy elderly neighbor Mrs. Banducci are kidnapped and held hostage by the desperate and ruthless criminals.

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"I always thought I'd be ready for an adventure, if one ever came along. I didn't know how stupid that was until it happened."

When eleven-year-old Kaci interrupts burglars in the process of robbing her house, she and her nosy elderly neighbor Mrs. Banducci are kidnapped and held hostage by the desperate and ruthless criminals.

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When Kaci's mother says she wants to move because she no longer feels safe in their neighborhood, the family moves to Lofty Cedars. There is much excitement over the move to this big, new house in which Kaci and her siblings will each have their own rooms. When Kaci returns home early one day, however, she discovers the front door is open. Thinking her mother is home; she enters and soon discovers the house is being burglarized. The burglars take Kaci and her nosy next door neighbor, Mrs. Banducci, as hostages. The beginning, where the author sets up the situation, moves rather slowly. When the reader finally gets into the action of the story, it moves faster and the reader is anxious to learn the fate of the hostages. The resolution is satisfying and plausible. Mrs. Banducci is spunky, and dispels a number of stereotypes about the elderly. The death threats and the dastardly criminals will shake the suburban reader from the comfort and complacency of believing that "it can't happen in my neighborhood." 2000, Atheneum, Ages 9 to 12, $16.00. Reviewer: Sharon Salluzzo
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Sixthgrader Kaci Drummond likes scary books and movies, so she figures she is ready for a real adventure of her own. Shortly after Kaci and her family move into a new house, she has a severe allergy attack and is sent home from school to fetch her medication. She begins her reallife adventure when she interrupts thieves ransacking her home. Afraid of being identified, the desperate thieves throw Kaci and her nosy neighbor, Mrs. Banducci, into the back of their stolen truck. Kaci and Mrs. Banducci, however, manage to leave clues for the police. A combination of circumstances and quick thinking by the two hostages eventually leads to their rescue. Part of the appeal of this book is the character of Kaci. Roberts does a skillful job portraying both the overconfidence and fear of this typical sixth grader. Unfortunately other characters are not as well developed and the book lacks depth. Throughout Kaci's adventure, she prays for God's help, making this latest book by Roberts appealing to readers of Christian fiction. Middle school students will be drawn to the contemporary setting and dialogueue as well as the quickmoving plot. Roberts will not disappoint her fans with this engaging work. VOYA CODES: 3Q 4P M (Readable without serious defects; Broad general YA appeal; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8). 2000, Atheneum/S & S, Ages 12 to 14, 144p, $16. Reviewer: Libby Bergstrom
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780689816697
  • Publisher: Atheneum Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 2/28/2000
  • Edition description: 1 ED
  • Pages: 144
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Lexile: 800L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.78 (w) x 8.59 (h) x 0.69 (d)

Meet the Author

Willo Davis Roberts wrote many mystery and suspense novels for children during her long and illustrious career, including The Girl with the Silver Eyes, The View from the Cherry Tree, Twisted Summer, Megan’s Island, Baby-Sitting Is a Dangerous Job, Hostage, Scared Stiff, The Kidnappers, and Caught!. Three of her children’s books won Edgar Awards, while others received great reviews and other accolades, including the Sunshine State Young Reader's Award, the California Young Reader’s Medal, and the Georgia Children’s Book Award.

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Chapter One

I'm the kind of person who loves being thrilled by a scary book or movie. I like feeling the hairs prickle on the back of my neck and gooseflesh creep along my arms. In the safety of my own living room, or curled up in bed at night, knowing the rest of my family is within shouting distance, I'm as brave as anything. I'll take on lions, and tigers, and bears. I'll tiptoe with the heroine through a darkened, deserted house, with the telephone lines all cut and the poker from the fireplace my only weapon.

This is especially satisfying if I have a big bowl of popcorn beside me, one that I don't have to share with anyone.

Dad says I've got a heck of an imagination. It's about my only personal asset, in a family with brilliant minds and multiple talents. I can't compete with any of them on their own turf. I'm the ugly duckling in a flock of birds of paradise.

Except that I can make up stories, and enjoy the ones other people have made up. Especially the ones calculated to send paralyzing chills through my entire system.

So I always thought I'd be ready for a real adventure, if one ever came along.

I didn't know how stupid an idea that was until it happened.

Dad never really wanted to buy the house in Lofty Cedars Estates. He said all the houses there were too expensive.

Mom said, "I told you, honey. I know we can't swing a new house unless we continue to be a two-income family, but I love being office manager at the clinic. I want to keep on working. I don't mind having to hold down a job in order to meet the payments. Now that the piano is paid for, we'll be able to do more with the money I earn than just have the house. We can put the rest of my salary in the bank, in a college fund for the kids. You know we aren't going to be able to send them to college on our current savings. Not all four of them."

"The houses are ostentatious," Dad countered. "Big, fancy, show-off places. I'm a high school principal, for pete's sake. Not the governor."

"Ken," Mom said patiently, "these are not mansions. They're family homes. They have five bedrooms, three bathrooms. No waiting in line when we're all getting ready for work or school! They have a rec room for the kids as well as a living room for us, where we can listen to our own music and read in peace. Doesn't that sound appealing? Not having to listen to their music?"

Since one of Dad's common complaints was that he didn't like the same kind of music we kids did, he had to admit that would be a plus. "That doesn't take care of ostentatious," he said.

"What's ostentatious?" Wally asked, but nobody paid any attention to him.

"Honey, it doesn't need to be any more ostentatious than we want it to be. They'll let us do our own decorating. We can move our own furniture in. We can use the bedroom sets we already own. We don't have to throw out your old chair, though it would be nice to have it reupholstered if we decide we want to change the colors in the living room."

"There are eight thousand families in this school district. Most of them can't afford a house like the ones in Lofty Cedars. What are they going to say about a principal who thinks he's too good to live like everybody else?"

"There are lots of families already living in Lofty Cedars," I put in. "They're mostly just ordinary working families, like us."

rd

Mom gave me a look that meant, Shut up, Kaci, let me do this my way.

I subsided, and watched my brother Jeff struggling to keep still, too. He really liked Coralee Braden, whose family had just moved into a house three doors down from where they were just building a house Mom wanted.

Dad wouldn't give up. "Lofty Cedars Estates is a stupid name for a housing development." We were all sitting around the dinner table, and he speared another slice of rare roast beef. Mom had chosen her time well, during one of his favorite meals, to bring up the subject of moving. Maybe, though, I thought, she should have waited until we got to the chocolate cake to make sure he was in the best possible mood.

"A stupid name," Mom echoed, momentarily nonplussed. "Why is Lofty Cedars any more stupid than Windy Bluff or Pleasant Acres?"

"Because there aren't any Lofty Cedars, that's why." Dad helped himself to a large scoop of mashed potatoes and ladled brown gravy generously over it while I held my breath.

"Two, Dad," Jodie said. She wanted the new house, too. Her best friend, Marsha, had moved to Phoenix, and she was lonesome. Jodie wanted to make new friends, and she was in the midst of her first crush on a boy, another fifth grader, named Saul Jonas. Saul just happened to live on the first street outside of Lofty Cedars Estates, so she'd have to walk past his house every day coming and going from school. "There's two, remember? Right where you drive into Cedar Lane."

Dad looked up from his plate. "They're ten feet high," he stated. "I wouldn't call that lofty in this part of the country where a lot of cedars get to be eighty or a hundred feet tall."

"You wouldn't want to call them little cedars," Jeff said, forgetting the look I'd just had from Mom. "After all, in just a few years they'll have grown a lot, and before long they'll be lofty."

Mom had had enough. She didn't even bother to squelch Jeff. "The main reason I want to move, Ken," she said in that way she has when she gets serious, "is that I really want to get out of this neighborhood."

"What's wrong with this neighborhood?" Dad wanted to know, getting moderately annoyed at not being able to eat his dinner in peace. "We've lived here for seventeen years, Eve. We've got this house practically paid for!"

"And that's one reason it's feasible to move. We can sell this place and have a good, big down payment on another house. That way the payments won't be all that bad. But the most important thing is what's happening around here. I don't like the way I worry about the kids being out in the evenings, walking to and from friends' houses or a playground. I don't feel safe here anymore. I don't like the way we have to lock our doors every time we go out, and the kids have to carry keys. Mr. Hoskins actually got mugged only a few blocks from here, just a week ago."

"Ed Hoskins is an idiot," Dad said, but his voice had changed a little. "He goes into a bar and shows off a wad of money big enough to choke a billy goat, and then when he's had too much to drink he walks home through a back alley instead of under the streetlights. You really don't feel safe here anymore, Eve?"

"No, honey, I really don't," Mom said, more quietly now.

And that's how we came to buy the house in Lofty Cedars. The house where each of us could have our own room, and be within walking distance of the high school for Jeff, the middle school for me, and the elementary for Wally and Jodie.

Mom admitted, when Dad persisted rather firmly, that we'd still have to lock our doors when we left the house, even in the daytime.

Yet the main thing was that in Lofty Cedars, we'd all be safer. Which goes to show how wrong even the best of parents can be.

Mom was afraid it might take quite a while to sell our old house. But Dad read in the paper that due to the new navy base in Everett, housing was at a premium. Thousands of sailors coming into the area needed homes at a price they could afford, and the article said that the average time it took to sell after putting a house on the market in our county was only fifty-four days. The contractors were building new houses as quickly as they could, but a lot of the navy personnel were already here and desperate to be able to bring their families. A friend from church who was a realtor assured us that selling ours wouldn't be a problem at all. "List it now, and we'll probably have a buyer before school is out for the summer," he told us cheerfully.

We sold it almost too fast, before the house in Lofty Cedars was ready for us. The buyers were a young navy officer and his wife and two little girls, who were moving up from San Diego, and they had friends who had already bought in our neighborhood. Fortunately, they weren't scheduled to move up until fall.

A week after Mom and Dad had accepted their offer, there was a robbery right across the street from our old house.

We had known the Andersons all our lives, and Jeff was good friends with their younger son, Larry. So we knew they were on vacation that week. Mr. Anderson was a history buff and he'd won an all-expense-paid trip to Boston because of a scholarly essay he had submitted to a contest. It was a major prize, so there was a story about it in the Daily Gazette, and the whole family was excited about seeing the Constitution and Paul Revere's house and the Old North Church, where lanterns were hung to warn the patriots that the British were coming. There was going to be a follow-up article when they came home that described everything they'd seen.

So we knew their house was empty. Jeff had agreed to go over once a day to feed their two dogs, which he did right after supper every night.

I was the one who saw the lights. Usually I had to be careful about staying up after Jodie had decided to go to sleep, because she liked it dark. But tonight she was sleeping over with Bethany Wightman, a girl she hoped would be a new best friend. Bethany had moved here only recently and hadn't made many friends yet, so her mother had made a point of meeting Mom and sounding her out about the girls getting together. It was a relief to me that she went and I had our room to myself.

I had been reading kind of late, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed. I got up to get a snack and saw a flicker of light behind the living room drapes across the street.

I stopped and peered more closely out my bedroom window. There it came again, just barely showing where the drapes weren't pulled tightly together.

I put down my sandwich and milk and walked across the hall. I opened the door and called softly, "Jeff? You awake?"

"Huh? Kaci? What's up?"

"Something's going on over at the Andersons'," I said softly, so I wouldn't wake up anyone else.

He sounded groggy. "Something like what?"

"Lights. In the living room."

"I couldn't have left any lights on," Jeff complained, rolling over and sitting up. "I wasn't even in there, just in the kitchen."

"It looked like a flashlight sweeping across the other side of the drapes."

That got him out of bed, and he followed me back to my bedroom. "I don't see anything," he said.

"Wait a minute. There, in the front bedroom upstairs. Did you see it?"

My brother leaned on the windowsill, staring. "Let me put my pants on and get the key. I'll go over and see if something got left on. I never checked upstairs. They were in a hurry to leave for the airport. They could have overlooked a lamp."

"The first light I saw was downstairs, in the living room. Maybe we'd better wake up Dad."

"Mrs. Anderson probably just forgot to turn one lamp off. No need to get Dad out of bed," Jeff said, and headed for his own bedroom.

"Wait a minute," I said. "What if nobody left a light on? What if there's someone in there who doesn't belong there? I told you, the light I saw first was in the living room, and I only saw the flash of it a couple of times. Like someone was moving around."

"I'll be careful," Jeff said, and was gone.

What should I do now? It seemed the height of stupidity, to me, to go barging into a house that was supposed to be empty but might not be. Dad would have a fit if he knew we were even thinking about such a thing.

I turned out my overhead light so I could stand in darkness to observe, and it was then that I noticed the small truck on the street in front of the Anderson place.

The Andersons had flown to Boston, leaving their cars locked in the garage, so there shouldn't have been any vehicles on the street at all. The truck was light colored, about the size of the ones small businesses use to make deliveries. I couldn't tell if anything was printed on the side to identify it or not. No doubt Jeff would notice it when he got there; he was already going down the stairs.

I hesitated, then waited until he emerged from the front door beneath me. "Jeff!" I called softly, leaning out the window. "There's a truck! Check it out!"

He turned and lifted a hand, then crossed the street, stopping momentarily by the rear of the delivery truck.

Memorizing the license number, I decided. He wouldn't have to write it down. He was used to memorizing long pages of concertos and sonatas for his piano competitions; a simple license number would be a piece of cake.

A moment later he looked up at me again, made a circle with his thumb and forefinger, and disappeared around the other side of the truck.

There were no lights that I could see inside the house now. A slight breeze raised the hairs on my bare arms, or was it apprehension? I wished Jeff had called Dad to go over with him. If burglars were in the Anderson house, who knew how safe he was? Of course he wasn't stupid enough to tackle them; he'd stay out of sight, but still...

"Kaci?" Dad's voice from my doorway made me swing away from the window, startled. "What's going on? I thought I heard voices, and then a door closing downstairs. Do you know what time it is? Some of us are trying to sleep."

"I'm sorry, Dad. I saw lights in the Andersons' house, so I woke Jeff up. I wanted him to call you before he went over there, but he said he'd be careful...."

"Was that him I heard leaving the house? Kaci, you both know better than to take chances. Why didn't you wake me up?" In a couple of strides he joined me at the window — a big, bulky shape beside me in the darkness. "Where did you see the lights?"

I told him. He muttered something under his breath. "Let me get some pants on and I'll go over there myself. And if we don't both come back within five minutes, call the police. That's what they're for."

I stayed at my post, wondering if this was important enough to pray about. Grandma Beth, Dad's mother, said everything was important enough for that, that God had plenty of time and the ability to listen to even the smallest concerns, even to praying for catching a bus. Dad said it would make more sense to start for the bus stop five minutes earlier, but Grandma Beth assured him that when she was already doing her best, it couldn't hurt to pray for help when she needed it. I didn't know if Jeff needed help or not, but if I prayed for his safety and it turned out to be unnecessary, nobody would know except God and me. I had no sooner whispered the words, however, than things started happening down in the street.

The strange truck mostly blocked my view of the Andersons' front door, but I could tell that it opened and three people came out. They were in a hurry. They opened up the back of the truck, put something inside, and one of them climbed in after it. Then another one slammed the door in the back and came around to jump into the driver's seat, and another one scrambled for the opposite door. They took off, leaving the house behind them wide open.

Alarmed, I turned toward the darkened hall, where I heard Dad coming out of his bedroom. He must have pulled his pants on over his pajama bottoms and stuck his feet into shoes without socks, because he'd only been gone a matter of seconds.

"Dad, whoever it was just left!" We heard the squeal of tires as the truck went around the corner. "I don't see Jeff anywhere!"

"Call 9-1-1!" Dad said, and clattered down the stairs without turning on a light.

Copyright © 2000 by Willo Davis Roberts

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First Chapter

Chapter One I'm the kind of person who loves being thrilled by a scary book or movie. I like feeling the hairs prickle on the back of my neck and gooseflesh creep along my arms. In the safety of my own living room, or curled up in bed at night, knowing the rest of my family is within shouting distance, I'm as brave as anything. I'll take on lions, and tigers, and bears. I'll tiptoe with the heroine through a darkened, deserted house, with the telephone lines all cut and the poker from the fireplace my only weapon.

This is especially satisfying if I have a big bowl of popcorn beside me, one that I don't have to share with anyone.

Dad says I've got a heck of an imagination. It's about my only personal asset, in a family with brilliant minds and multiple talents. I can't compete with any of them on their own turf. I'm the ugly duckling in a flock of birds of paradise.

Except that I can make up stories, and enjoy the ones other people have made up. Especially the ones calculated to send paralyzing chills through my entire system.

So I always thought I'd be ready for a real adventure, if one ever came along.

I didn't know how stupid an idea that was until it happened.


Dad never really wanted to buy the house in Lofty Cedars Estates. He said all the houses there were too expensive.

Mom said, "I told you, honey. I know we can't swing a new house unless we continue to be a two-income family, but I love being office manager at the clinic. I want to keep on working. I don't mind having to hold down a job in order to meet the payments. Now that the piano is paid for, we'll be able to do more with the money I earn than just havethe house. We can put the rest of my salary in the bank, in a college fund for the kids. You know we aren't going to be able to send them to college on our current savings. Not all four of them."

"The houses are ostentatious," Dad countered. "Big, fancy, show-off places. I'm a high school principal, for pete's sake. Not the governor."

"Ken," Mom said patiently, "these are not mansions. They're family homes. They have five bedrooms, three bathrooms. No waiting in line when we're all getting ready for work or school! They have a rec room for the kids as well as a living room for us, where we can listen to our own music and read in peace. Doesn't that sound appealing? Not having to listen to their music?"

Since one of Dad's common complaints was that he didn't like the same kind of music we kids did, he had to admit that would be a plus. "That doesn't take care of ostentatious," he said.

"What's ostentatious?" Wally asked, but nobody paid any attention to him.

"Honey, it doesn't need to be any more ostentatious than we want it to be. They'll let us do our own decorating. We can move our own furniture in. We can use the bedroom sets we already own. We don't have to throw out your old chair, though it would be nice to have it reupholstered if we decide we want to change the colors in the living room."

"There are eight thousand families in this school district. Most of them can't afford a house like the ones in Lofty Cedars. What are they going to say about a principal who thinks he's too good to live like everybody else?"

"There are lots of families already living in Lofty Cedars," I put in. "They're mostly just ordinary working families, like us."

Mom gave me a look that meant, Shut up, Kaci, let me do this my way.

I subsided, and watched my brother Jeff struggling to keep still, too. He really liked Coralee Braden, whose family had just moved into a house three doors down from where they were just building a house Mom wanted.

Dad wouldn't give up. "Lofty Cedars Estates is a stupid name for a housing development." We were all sitting around the dinner table, and he speared another slice of rare roast beef. Mom had chosen her time well, during one of his favorite meals, to bring up the subject of moving. Maybe, though, I thought, she should have waited until we got to the chocolate cake to make sure he was in the best possible mood.

"A stupid name," Mom echoed, momentarily nonplussed. "Why is Lofty Cedars any more stupid than Windy Bluff or Pleasant Acres?"

"Because there aren't any Lofty Cedars, that's why." Dad helped himself to a large scoop of mashed potatoes and ladled brown gravy generously over it while I held my breath.

"Two, Dad," Jodie said. She wanted the new house, too. Her best friend, Marsha, had moved to Phoenix, and she was lonesome. Jodie wanted to make new friends, and she was in the midst of her first crush on a boy, another fifth grader, named Saul Jonas. Saul just happened to live on the first street outside of Lofty Cedars Estates, so she'd have to walk past his house every day coming and going from school. "There's two, remember? Right where you drive into Cedar Lane."

Dad looked up from his plate. "They're ten feet high," he stated. "I wouldn't call that lofty in this part of the country where a lot of cedars get to be eighty or a hundred feet tall."

"You wouldn't want to call them little cedars," Jeff said, forgetting the look I'd just had from Mom. "After all, in just a few years they'll have grown a lot, and before long they'll be lofty."

Mom had had enough. She didn't even bother to squelch Jeff. "The main reason I want to move, Ken," she said in that way she has when she gets serious, "is that I really want to get out of this neighborhood."

"What's wrong with this neighborhood?" Dad wanted to know, getting moderately annoyed at not being able to eat his dinner in peace. "We've lived here for seventeen years, Eve. We've got this house practically paid for!"

"And that's one reason it's feasible to move. We can sell this place and have a good, big down payment on another house. That way the payments won't be all that bad. But the most important thing is what's happening around here. I don't like the way I worry about the kids being out in the evenings, walking to and from friends' houses or a playground. I don't feel safe here anymore. I don't like the way we have to lock our doors every time we go out, and the kids have to carry keys. Mr. Hoskins actually got mugged only a few blocks from here, just a week ago."

"Ed Hoskins is an idiot," Dad said, but his voice had changed a little. "He goes into a bar and shows off a wad of money big enough to choke a billy goat, and then when he's had too much to drink he walks home through a back alley instead of under the streetlights. You really don't feel safe here anymore, Eve?"

"No, honey, I really don't," Mom said, more quietly now.

And that's how we came to buy the house in Lofty Cedars. The house where each of us could have our own room, and be within walking distance of the high school for Jeff, the middle school for me, and the elementary for Wally and Jodie.

Mom admitted, when Dad persisted rather firmly, that we'd still have to lock our doors when we left the house, even in the daytime.

Yet the main thing was that in Lofty Cedars, we'd all be safer. Which goes to show how wrong even the best of parents can be.


Mom was afraid it might take quite a while to sell our old house. But Dad read in the paper that due to the new navy base in Everett, housing was at a premium. Thousands of sailors coming into the area needed homes at a price they could afford, and the article said that the average time it took to sell after putting a house on the market in our county was only fifty-four days. The contractors were building new houses as quickly as they could, but a lot of the navy personnel were already here and desperate to be able to bring their families. A friend from church who was a realtor assured us that selling ours wouldn't be a problem at all. "List it now, and we'll probably have a buyer before school is out for the summer," he told us cheerfully.

We sold it almost too fast, before the house in Lofty Cedars was ready for us. The buyers were a young navy officer and his wife and two little girls, who were moving up from San Diego, and they had friends who had already bought in our neighborhood. Fortunately, they weren't scheduled to move up until fall.

A week after Mom and Dad had accepted their offer, there was a robbery right across the street from our old house.

We had known the Andersons all our lives, and Jeff was good friends with their younger son, Larry. So we knew they were on vacation that week. Mr. Anderson was a history buff and he'd won an all-expense-paid trip to Boston because of a scholarly essay he had submitted to a contest. It was a major prize, so there was a story about it in the Daily Gazette, and the whole family was excited about seeing the Constitution and Paul Revere's house and the Old North Church, where lanterns were hung to warn the patriots that the British were coming. There was going to be a follow-up article when they came home that described everything they'd seen.

So we knew their house was empty. Jeff had agreed to go over once a day to feed their two dogs, which he did right after supper every night.

I was the one who saw the lights. Usually I had to be careful about staying up after Jodie had decided to go to sleep, because she liked it dark. But tonight she was sleeping over with Bethany Wightman, a girl she hoped would be a new best friend. Bethany had moved here only recently and hadn't made many friends yet, so her mother had made a point of meeting Mom and sounding her out about the girls getting together. It was a relief to me that she went and I had our room to myself.

I had been reading kind of late, after everyone else in the family had gone to bed. I got up to get a snack and saw a flicker of light behind the living room drapes across the street.

I stopped and peered more closely out my bedroom window. There it came again, just barely showing where the drapes weren't pulled tightly together.

I put down my sandwich and milk and walked across the hall. I opened the door and called softly, "Jeff? You awake?"

"Huh? Kaci? What's up?"

"Something's going on over at the Andersons'," I said softly, so I wouldn't wake up anyone else.

He sounded groggy. "Something like what?"

"Lights. In the living room."

"I couldn't have left any lights on," Jeff complained, rolling over and sitting up. "I wasn't even in there, just in the kitchen."

"It looked like a flashlight sweeping across the other side of the drapes."

That got him out of bed, and he followed me back to my bedroom. "I don't see anything," he said.

"Wait a minute. There, in the front bedroom upstairs. Did you see it?"

My brother leaned on the windowsill, staring. "Let me put my pants on and get the key. I'll go over and see if something got left on. I never checked upstairs. They were in a hurry to leave for the airport. They could have overlooked a lamp."

"The first light I saw was downstairs, in the living room. Maybe we'd better wake up Dad."

"Mrs. Anderson probably just forgot to turn one lamp off. No need to get Dad out of bed," Jeff said, and headed for his own bedroom.

"Wait a minute," I said. "What if nobody left a light on? What if there's someone in there who doesn't belong there? I told you, the light I saw first was in the living room, and I only saw the flash of it a couple of times. Like someone was moving around."

"I'll be careful," Jeff said, and was gone.

What should I do now? It seemed the height of stupidity, to me, to go barging into a house that was supposed to be empty but might not be. Dad would have a fit if he knew we were even thinking about such a thing.

I turned out my overhead light so I could stand in darkness to observe, and it was then that I noticed the small truck on the street in front of the Anderson place.

The Andersons had flown to Boston, leaving their cars locked in the garage, so there shouldn't have been any vehicles on the street at all. The truck was light colored, about the size of the ones small businesses use to make deliveries. I couldn't tell if anything was printed on the side to identify it or not. No doubt Jeff would notice it when he got there; he was already going down the stairs.

I hesitated, then waited until he emerged from the front door beneath me. "Jeff!" I called softly, leaning out the window. "There's a truck! Check it out!"

He turned and lifted a hand, then crossed the street, stopping momentarily by the rear of the delivery truck.

Memorizing the license number, I decided. He wouldn't have to write it down. He was used to memorizing long pages of concertos and sonatas for his piano competitions; a simple license number would be a piece of cake.

A moment later he looked up at me again, made a circle with his thumb and forefinger, and disappeared around the other side of the truck.

There were no lights that I could see inside the house now. A slight breeze raised the hairs on my bare arms, or was it apprehension? I wished Jeff had called Dad to go over with him. If burglars were in the Anderson house, who knew how safe he was? Of course he wasn't stupid enough to tackle them; he'd stay out of sight, but still...

"Kaci?" Dad's voice from my doorway made me swing away from the window, startled. "What's going on? I thought I heard voices, and then a door closing downstairs. Do you know what time it is? Some of us are trying to sleep."

"I'm sorry, Dad. I saw lights in the Andersons' house, so I woke Jeff up. I wanted him to call you before he went over there, but he said he'd be careful...."

"Was that him I heard leaving the house? Kaci, you both know better than to take chances. Why didn't you wake me up?" In a couple of strides he joined me at the window -- a big, bulky shape beside me in the darkness. "Where did you see the lights?"

I told him. He muttered something under his breath. "Let me get some pants on and I'll go over there myself. And if we don't both come back within five minutes, call the police. That's what they're for."

I stayed at my post, wondering if this was important enough to pray about. Grandma Beth, Dad's mother, said everything was important enough for that, that God had plenty of time and the ability to listen to even the smallest concerns, even to praying for catching a bus. Dad said it would make more sense to start for the bus stop five minutes earlier, but Grandma Beth assured him that when she was already doing her best, it couldn't hurt to pray for help when she needed it. I didn't know if Jeff needed help or not, but if I prayed for his safety and it turned out to be unnecessary, nobody would know except God and me. I had no sooner whispered the words, however, than things started happening down in the street.

The strange truck mostly blocked my view of the Andersons' front door, but I could tell that it opened and three people came out. They were in a hurry. They opened up the back of the truck, put something inside, and one of them climbed in after it. Then another one slammed the door in the back and came around to jump into the driver's seat, and another one scrambled for the opposite door. They took off, leaving the house behind them wide open.

Alarmed, I turned toward the darkened hall, where I heard Dad coming out of his bedroom. He must have pulled his pants on over his pajama bottoms and stuck his feet into shoes without socks, because he'd only been gone a matter of seconds.

"Dad, whoever it was just left!" We heard the squeal of tires as the truck went around the corner. "I don't see Jeff anywhere!"

"Call 9-1-1!" Dad said, and clattered down the stairs without turning on a light.

Copyright © 2000 by Willo Davis Roberts

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2008

    Awsome

    This book is awsome I cheked it out at my school and it was great I recemmed it highly to all reader's.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2007

    Oh My Gosh!!

    If you love adventure of kidnnappings and hostages involving kids you better read this book it is one of the most greatest books I have ever read. It was just nerve racking and you wouldn't want to put down the book. It is just great you gotta read it to believe it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2014

     Hostage          ****REVIEW INCLUDES SPOILERS****This was a gre

     Hostage          ****REVIEW INCLUDES SPOILERS****This was a great book, it kept you on the edge of your seat. The only problem is it was too short. I feel like I didn’t get a lot of information of the Hostage itself. Everything happened so quickly, especially at the end, thats why I give it 4 stars. The subject is changed at the very end of the book, after we know what ends up happening to Kaci.  She suddenly has her little sisters backpack that was switched when they were getting ready for school, and she finds a phone in there that she calls the police with. Now to me I think thats a coincidence because no one leaves a phone in a backpack, you would most likely keep it in your pocket. Also, when Kaci’s allergies start acting up she goes to the nurse. No school that I know of lets children go home and come back, only back long ago when it was lunch time for the kids. So reading that the nurse and Kaci’s mom let her go home, I just seem sceptical about that. Like I knew at that point something will happen. In my opinion, I would have liked to see more suspense in that scene. And last, in the last maybe 2 pages, I don’t like that the parents not once mention what happened, they just focus of Kaci’s sister about having the phone and breaking their rules. And it was only about 2 pages long after Kaci is rescued. This review is probably long enough so I’m going to conclude here. In all, this is a great book and Willo Davis Roberts is a great author, but for such a great book, I would have liked it to be longer. Get some more information in there.     McKayla Lawson CHMS14

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2010

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    GOOD BOOK, BUT TOO SHORT

    This was a good book, but i felt it should've been 50-75 pages longer. The characters were well developed, at least the one and only main character was. It was very absorbing, I finished the book in 7 hours of on and off reading. I would recommend this book, but it will only take you 1-2 days to read it.

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  • Posted January 10, 2010

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    awesome!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Awesome book I loved it.its really interesting!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2007

    Awesome

    I like how she portrays the characters, in the story. I could never predict what will happen next. It was so, great!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 22, 2006

    WOW

    This book kept me on the edge of my seat! It is definitely worth reading. It takes you on a great adventure!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2006

    Great Book

    I thought the book was really good and I loved how Willo Davis Roberts explained the situation he really showed the way she felt. It was shorter then I thought but that's not the reason I put it four stars its because the book is called Hostage and well the Hostage was the shortest part of the book. I agree a car chase would have been good.Its still a really good book so ya I think you should get it. Willo Davis is a great author this was my first book of his but I know that this will definitely not be the last he's one of my favorite authors now!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2005

    Hostage

    This was a book that I picked up as a temporary-just for now to read book. i hadnt actually planned to read it, i just had to get it for reading in class. I started reading during SSR and was amazed! I kept reading and reading and it kept my heart racing till the last page. I loved this book, and was sad when it ended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2005

    BEST BOOk EVER!

    This was a book I loved a lot and I only read it in 3 hours cause I couldn't take my eyes off it. It is outstanding tale of mystery and will keep you guessing the end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2005

    Hostage

    Hostage Simon&Schuster Children¿s. 140pgs. Will Davis Roberts $4.49, 0689844468 Hostage is a book that will keep you reading until the end, with suspense every which way. In this book Kaci loves mysteries and adventure movies. She always has wanted a little adventure in her life but it happens sooner than she knows it, and it happens in her own house. This book teaches how to react in scary situations. Hostage is a book you want to read when you are ready for the tension and tummy turning circumstances that Kaci has to go through. When you read Hostage you feel like you are there. Every turn Kaci makes and every feeling she feels you feel them too. At certain parts of the book you will find yourself sweating from your bones trembling of fear. Just put it to you this way you will never be bored from reading this book. I recommend this book to teenagers that love mysteries and are waiting to hear about real life stories that could happen to anybody at any time. Hostage is a great book to read. I loved it because it was the greatest thrill I have had in my life. I hope you read the book and get the same feeling

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2005

    A bit too quick

    The book was suspenseful and all, but everything happened to quickly and easily. It should have been more like being chase on a highway or something cool like that. Average: B-, 7

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2005

    Hostage

    This was an AWESOME and thrilling book. It kept you on your toes on every page, and made my heart pound throughout every page. I would recrommend this book to anyone, although short, it was an extrordinary book everyone should read. I at first was not going to read this book, i had about 30 books i was wanting to read at the time, but finally gave in.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2005

    i think it is great!

    your book teaches me alot!it has great lesson !!it is something i could read over and over again!thanks for sharing your writing!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2004

    ~~* THE BEST BOOK !! *~~

    I think this book was an awesome book! I would always be caught reading this book! I hated reading but after I read this book, my new favorite thing to do was read. I think that this book really was great because I to am a young lady who lives across from her school. All though I'm not aloud to walk home in the middle of school, I sometimes do walk home from school. What was really cool about this was that I had to read it for school. The teacher said we had to read a mystery book, and this was on of the best ones ever! I got to make my own book cover for it! In the future I hope I read other good books like these.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 18, 2004

    I love this book

    my 6th grade teacher told me to read this book. so I did. at first I really didn't like it but she kept on telling me to finish it so i did in the middle of the book I could never set it down. I loved it. It was sooo interesting cause you never new what was going to happen so you should really check this out in you local library!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2004

    This is a must READ

    The 2nd best book i have ever read. Loved it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2003

    HEHE

    I think this book was awesome I am in 7th grade but i think this was great i love this book and I recommend it to everyone!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 13, 2002

    I love it

    This book was great the suspension and sudden occurences were great! I give it 5 stars because its fabulous

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2002

    ~*~ The Unforgetable Take Over!!!~*~

    This book I have been reading has interested me very much because of the great suspence in every chapter and on every page. Kaci is a young girl who is totally interested in murder, mystery books and movies. There has been a kidnaping and Kaci has to use all of her knowledge to try and get out of this situation alive. It all started when Kaci went home one day during school to get her alergy medicine when she notices that some of her belongings missing so she starts to check the rooms of her other family members. As she notices more and more things missing something unsuspected happens ad you will have to read the book to find out what it is that happens. Kaci has a very nosy neighbor named Mrs. Banducci. When Mrs. Banducci suspects something suspicious going on she goes to see what she can find out and she as well as Kaci finds herself in a very difficult situation. As the two work together trying to get out of their mess... well you will just have to read to find out what happens!!!

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