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Informationen zum Autor David Lewman Klappentext Calling all kid crime-solvers: Forensic science isn't just for grown-ups anymore! Thanks to the popularity of shows like CSI: Crime Scene Investigation," forensic science has made its way into the classroom. This new middle-grade series stars a group of students whose forensic science class inspires them to form a "Club CSI: " to investigate crimes and capers at school. As Club CSI: collects clues, readers will love trying to put the pieces together to find out what really" happened in this series that is part mystery, part detective story, and just plain fun! In Club CSI: Untitled #2," Ben, Corey, and Hannah will have to use all they've learned about forensic science--plus good old-fashioned detective work and a little bit of luck--to solve their next case! Inspired by the CSI franchise, Club CSI: is "required reading" for young scientists-in-training, or for anyone who loves a good mystery! Leseprobe Case of the Missing Moola For about the hundredth time, Corey counted the small stack of crumpled bills. “Forty-six . . . forty-seven . . . forty-eight,” he muttered to himself. “Forty-eight dollars. Not bad. Just wish it was mine.” He could really use the money. With forty-eight dollars he could buy a video game, go to the batting cages, and still have some left to put toward that new electronic tablet he had his eye on, the Quark Pad. To buy one of those, he’d only have to save up for about . . . a million years. He sighed. Unfortunately, even though he was holding all that cash right in his hands, it wasn’t his. He stuck it in his pocket, so he’d stop staring at it. But he still kept thinking about it. “Forty-eight dollars . . .” Corey closed his locker door and jogged to homeroom. He didn’t want to be late. At Woodlands Junior High, Principal Inverno and all the teachers constantly stressed how important it was to be on time. And the basketball coach liked him to run as much as possible. Besides, he really liked homeroom. His teacher, Mrs. Ramirez, was nice. And today was special. Not just an ordinary Monday toward the end of the school year. As he hurried into the classroom, Jacob Ritter came up alongside him. Jacob was supercompetitive. From blowing bubble-gum bubbles to throwing free throws, Jacob always wanted to be the best. “So,” he asked, “what’s your final total?” Smiling proudly, Corey answered, “Forty-eight.” Jacob snorted and shook his head. “Too bad.” “Too bad?” Corey asked. “I thought forty-eight was pretty good.” “I guess,” Jacob said, shrugging. He slung his backpack off his shoulder and slid slowly into a seat. His bag hit the floor. Thump. “Why?” Corey asked, sitting down next to him. “How much did you raise?” Jacob grinned. Clearly, this was exactly the question he’d wanted Corey to ask him. He leaned back in his seat and put his hands behind his head. “My final total was a hundred and forty-four.” “A hundred and forty-four bucks?!” Corey exclaimed. “That’s right,” Jacob said, nodding slowly. “A hundred and forty-four dollah, dollah bills, y’all. I’ll bet that’s the most anyone collected!” “Well, that’s . . . really good,” Corey admitted. He wished he could say something funny to take Jacob down a notch or two, but he couldn’t think of anything offhand. If only his best friends, Ben and Hannah, were there. He always felt more clever when they were around. The three friends had known one another since they’d entered kindergarten in their small Nevada town, but in seventh grade they’d ended up in separate homerooms. Luckily, they still had several classes together, including their favorite, fore...
