The Poison Plot
By Annabelle Sami and Daniela Sosa
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Zaiba can't wait for the school summer fair where she's going to run a detective trail to help train other potential agents! But when the head teacher is poisoned during the highly competitive cake competition, Zaiba's own skills are put to the test. With a whole host of suspects and a busy crime scene, Zaiba needs to stay focused if she's going to get to the bottom of the cake catastrophe...
The second book in a fun, fresh and exciting new detective series, for fans of Robin Stevens, Katherine Woodfine, HIGH RISE MYSTERY and NANCY DREW.
Annabelle Sami
Annabelle Sami is a writer, director and performer. She is the author of Llama Out Loud and mystery series, Agent Zaiba Investigates.
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The Poison Plot - Annabelle Sami
For my nanny, who taught me how to bake and gave me her wicked sense of humour. Love you x – AS
To my girl squad and our endless chats – DS
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Eden Lockett Extract
Ammi’s Advice
Detective Trail
Train Your Brain!
Surprise Disguise!
Cakes!
Acknowledgements
About the Author
About the Illustrator
Copyright
Zaiba stood in front of the huge oak tree in the middle of the village green, gazing up at a poster:
The last, and most important, item on the poster, in extra big, hand-painted lettering read:
This was the fifth poster Zaiba had seen today. There had been others on the post box, in the sweet-shop window, tacked to the park gate and even taped to the side of a dustbin lorry. The whole village was going mad for her school’s annual summer fete. This was the thirtieth year of the fete and everyone was excited! It had been running even since Zaiba’s dad had gone to school – and that was a long time ago.
All around the green, tents and stalls were being erected, ready for the crowds to descend. Bunting and posters were strung from every fence and lamppost, filling the school playground with bright colours. Not only was this Zaiba’s favourite day of the whole year, today was going to be extra special because she’d been given a huge responsibility… She was in charge of the treasure trail competition! And in true Zaiba fashion, she’d adapted it into a Detective Trail.
"I don’t see why I have to go to school on a Saturday," Ali grumbled. Clearly this wasn’t her younger brother’s favourite day of the year.
But Ali, I thought you were excited about Soak the Teacher?
Zaiba ruffled his long fringe. Ali had been growing out his hair like the members of his favourite boy band, much to their mum’s disappointment.
Ali’s eyes lit up. Oh, yeah… My form tutor said he’d be in the stocks at half past four.
He rubbed his hands together gleefully.
Mr Thompson is always up for a laugh,
their dad said, striding ahead. Not sure how he’ll feel about a sopping-wet sponge to the face though.
I’m more excited about Zaiba’s detective trail,
Jessica said. This is a big moment for her!
Jessica was Zaiba’s stepmum, and as far as Zaiba was concerned she was the best one in the world. Ali ran on in front of Zaiba and Jessica, holding up his shiny blue camera. Zaiba quickly struck a pose. She had come dressed for detecting in her denim shorts, a sparkling-white T-shirt and running shoes. Fashion didn’t really factor in a detective’s outfit but Zaiba thought she looked pretty good nonetheless.
Say cheese!
said Ali, snapping a shot and then inspecting the result. Hmm, I’ll have to turn down the exposure … Mum’s top is too bright!
Ali was in charge of taking photos for the school newspaper – a role he took very seriously. Their dad, Hassan, was so impressed with Ali that he’d even bought him a brand-new digital camera.
Make sure you get some good photos of my detective trail,
Zaiba instructed.
Zaiba wanted to make the treasure trail extra special this year. There were twists and turns, riddles and mysteries to crack – plus a list of likely suspects. She had spent every evening over the past two weeks planning it out. After school, she’d walked the entire circuit of the village green along with Poppy, her best friend. They had carefully mapped out the grounds, looking for special hiding places. Then the two of them had worked out a set of clues in the form of riddles that would point to the locations. Zaiba wanted everyone at school to know how fun and rewarding being a detective could be.
Why wouldn’t anyone want to be a detective?
she’d said to Poppy as they’d stuck ideas on to their mood board.
I know!
Poppy had agreed, taping on a picture of a magnifying glass. Think of the accessories!
Poppy loved fashion almost as much as she loved solving crimes.
If Zaiba could get this right, she was certain that her detective trail would make this summer fete special. Of course it wasn’t the same as solving a real-life crime but she’d had no luck finding one of those since the case of the missing diamond collar a couple of months ago. It had been so thrilling to track down the runaway dog and its stolen collar! But since then…
Zaiba couldn’t help sighing as she stuck on another picture. She’d searched really hard for a crime to solve. She’d even called her Aunt Fouzia – the best detective in the whole of Pakistan. Aunt Fouzia had given her some tips about looking for clues. Look for suspicious behaviour,
she’d suggested. Anyone behaving out of character.
Zaiba had done her best. She’d watched the paperboy in case he tried to break into the house – no luck. She’d flipped through most books in the library van to search for sinister handwritten messages – nothing. She’d even volunteered to help at the local five kilometre race to see if anyone tried to cheat, but every runner had won a medal fair and square.
A crime will arrive when you least expect it,
Hassan had reassured her, brushing a hand over Zaiba’s hair. In the meantime, she would have to be patient. And for now, the detective trail would help satisfy her detective instincts.
The night before she’d had a video chat with her aunt Fouzia, who was in Pakistan, to discuss the preparations. Her auntie was one of Zaiba’s idols, a no-nonsense lady who ran the Snow Leopard Detective Agency in Karachi – one of the top detective agencies in the world! Zaiba had learned so much from her already, and they had gone over every detail of her trail in depth, making sure there would be no mistakes.
And you’ve walked the trail through yourself at least three times…
Aunt Fouzia had said over the crackly connection. We have to uphold our reputation as world-class detectives!
After Zaiba had solved the mystery of the pedigree pup’s missing diamond collar, Aunt Fouzia had asked her niece to set up a branch of the agency in the UK – something Zaiba wasn’t taking lightly. She didn’t want to let her aunt down!
I promise, Auntie – you can trust us! Poppy and Ali were my test competitors and we’ve fixed any problems.
Aunt Fouzia had looked reassured. She knew she could trust Ali and Poppy.
Perfect! Then I’m sure it will be a success. I wish I could be there to see it.
Aunt Fouzia had smiled and Zaiba had felt a pang of sadness. It could be difficult when your family lived far away, but she knew that Aunt Fouzia was needed in Pakistan. Now I must go, Beti. I’m meeting with the Chief Defence Minister today at the National Bank. I can’t tell you why, but they need my expert opinion on a very serious matter…
Zaiba had gasped and immediately wanted to know everything. Does it have something to do with the Bollywood star whose bank vault was broken into? I read that they stole all of her gold!
Let’s just say…
Aunt Fouzia had moved closer to the camera, the silk of her sari whispering. Hers wasn’t the only one.
Then she had tapped the side of her nose as she always did when something top secret couldn’t be mentioned.
Now, as Zaiba walked across the village green, she realized she was smiling from ear to ear. Having such an important auntie certainly had its perks!
It was only mid-morning but the sun was already beating down as parents and children made their way to the school to help set things up. The Victorian building was located at the far end of the village green, tall and hulking against the skyline. The grass was covered in tent poles and canvas, and Zaiba could make out a host of people trying to fit them together.
Running along the other side of the green was the pride and joy of the village – the public gardens, famed for their stunning displays of flowers and the pretty water feature in the centre. It also contained a beautiful rose garden that the school helped to upkeep as part of a community project.
Come on,
Jessica said, squeezing Zaiba’s hand. Let’s take the path through the petunias.
Zaiba’s stepmum was a huge fan of flowers – Hassan never forgot to buy her a bunch every Saturday and he’d learned to grow sweet peas in the back garden to make her happy.
Jessica’s smile broadened as they picked their way along the winding path, her top blowing in the breeze. Beneath her arm she carried a big, wooden box as she was in charge of the fete’s face-painting stand. Jessica was an art teacher at a local college and loved any excuse to get creative! She had brought along plenty of supplies: multi-coloured paints, a variety of sponges and a brand-new set of glitter.
When the postman had delivered the glitter, Zaiba had held the sparkling tubes up to the light and read the label: Biodegradable Glitter!
Who says you can’t care for the planet and have glittery fun!
Jessica had said, packing up her bags.
Now the fresh breeze was making the colourful bunting on the tents flutter and the flowers bob their heads up and down, but when Zaiba looked at her stepmum she was frowning.
Oh dear,
Jessica sighed. A lot of these rhododendrons have their heads missing. People shouldn’t pick the flowers, they’re for everyone to enjoy!
Rhodo-whats?
Zaiba’s dad asked, catching up with them.
Look!
Jessica pointed to a corner of the garden. Beneath the branches of a weeping willow were clusters of bright pink flowers. But Jessica was right – some of the green stalks were missing their blooms!
Who would do that?
Zaiba asked. It didn’t seem right to cut down flowers that belonged to everyone in the village.
The florist?
Ali asked.
Mrs Bailey would never do that!
Jessica said. She only buys her flowers from the finest flower markets! Isn’t that right, Hassan?