STAKEOUT!

Mom said I could hang out with Matty after school one day that week, as long as I was home by six o’clock. (I guess that’s what not-completely-grounded meant.) In other words, we had to make this count.

One thing I knew for sure: If I was going to talk to Hairy, it wasn’t going to be inside that barbershop, where there was only one exit. And all those scissors. So we set ourselves up in the building across the street, like a couple of real detectives on a stakeout.