Offbeat tale of a teenage chef and his younger brother who befriend an assortment of oddly likable thieves, including a former Mexican baseball scout who speaks only in anagrams made from the names of famous baseball players.
“Where’ve you been? You almost missed the bus.”
Stevie dropped into the seat next to me. Normally I don’t let him sit beside me, but I could tell something was really eating him.
“I was looking for my Flying Zork card,” he said. “I stuck it inside my science book. Now it’s gone.”
I gathered that the Flying Zork was one of my brother’s Mystic Zeltoid cards. Zeltoid cards are a big fad in Stevie’s class right now. Practically every twerp has a deck of them.
“I bet Kenny swiped it,” he said. Then he whipped around and glared...