pool in the warm glow of the early evening sunshine.
“So, have you got any ideas what might have happened to Foxy?” Mia asked Amber.
Amber thought for a second. “Well, the only thing I can think is that one of the other top-ranked event riders is jealous,” she suggested. “Lily’s been getting so much attention recently. Maybe they took Foxy to ruin her chances of winning.”
Rosie looked puzzled. “But Lily’s riding Firestorm, not Foxy.”
“I know, but even though Foxy’s retired,everyone on the eventing circuit knows how much he means to Lily,” Amber explained. “She won’t be able to perform anywhere near her best if she’s worried that he’s gone missing—”
Without warning, Amber’s words choked in her throat.
“We don’t have to give up yet,” Mia said, trying to sound confident. “We’ll still help you find Foxy.”
Amber sighed. “What can any of us do while we’re stuck here at camp? We’ve ridden around, and we didn’t find him. Don’t get me wrong – I’d love to keep looking, but if Foxy’s been hidden somewhere outside this village, we don’t stand a chance of finding him.”
“Ah, but we’re the Pony Detectives and we’ve helped find ponies before, even when their owners thought all hope was gone,” Rosie continued proudly. “We’re like a dog with a bone. We don’t let go when a pony goes missing. Ever. Even if someone shakes that bone. Hard.”
Alice nudged Rosie in the ribs, noticing Amber’s confused expression.
“Is there anything else you can tell us about Foxy that might be helpful?” Alice asked.
“Is there a photo we could see?” Charlie chipped in.
“I don’t just carry one round with me all the time, it’s my sister’s pony!” Amber said testily. The Pony Detectives glanced at each other. Amber caught their surprised looks, then she sighed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. There might be a photo in
Pony Mad
. But listen, going on about Foxy all the time isn’t going to help find him; it’s just going to make me more upset, not less.”
With that Amber put her towel down on one of the loungers around the sparkling pool and slipped into the water. Within seconds, Watty and rest of the blue team had swarmed round her. Holly quietly sat with her pony care book, glancing up occasionally.
“So, it sounds like this case is officially closed,” Charlie said.
“
Officially
, maybe,” Mia mused. “But
un
officially, I say we carry on trying to figure out what happened to Foxy. I know it’s a long shot, but I don’t think we should give up. After all, we haven’t failed to solve a mystery yet. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Charlie, Rosie and Alice said in unison, grinning at each other.
“Maybe we should we get
Pony Mad
from the tent now,” Mia suggested.
“If I have to walk all the way back to our tent or, for that matter, just stand here in this sun for another second I’m likely to spontaneously combust,” Rosie said firmly. ‘There’s no way I can do any more investigating before I jump into this pool to cool down, and that’s official.”
“I guess we can leave it till later,” Mia smiled.
Once that was settled, Rosie finally bombed into the water with a mega splash. Mia leanedaway, squeaking as water flew towards her. Rosie bobbed back up, pushing her drenched haystack of blonde hair out of her eyes, her mind filled with thoughts of heroic detective work.
After they’d fed their ponies, and eaten a dinner of chicken and corn-on-the-cob, cooked on a barbecue, everyone made up their ponies’ breakfasts for the next day. They left them covered in the feed room, then headed to one of the sprawling reception rooms in the Hall. They sank into threadbare, squishy sofas and fat armchairs to watch some horsey DVDs.
When the last DVD had ended, Melissa popped her head round the door. “Right, time to get ready for bed,” she said.
Everyone groaned good-naturedly. Destiny jumped up to turn off the television and
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