River Traffic
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Martha Brack Martin
Martha Brack Martin is the author of River Traffic and Mayan Murder from Orca Soundings. She is also an award-winning teacher–librarian and has written several nonfiction books for children. She frequently facilitates workshops on children's literature, teaching with technology, and librarianship. She lives in a small town near Windsor, Ontario.
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River Traffic - Martha Brack Martin
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter One
I had only seconds to spare. The other machine was right on my tail. If I turned too soon, I’d be dead.
I squeezed the throttle and pulled ahead a few more meters.
I risked a second glance back at the other Jet Ski in my wake. It was closing in! I carved the water as I swung my machine to the right…
And suddenly I was airborne.
I felt the yank on my life jacket as I flew off, taking the ignition key with me. Then a shock as I hit the cold river water.
Coming up, I checked on my machine. It was nearby, bobbing in the waves. Nate held the steering wheel. He didn’t look as thrilled as I thought he would. After all, he’d just won our race.
You beat me! Why aren’t you happy?
I yelled. Nate was looking past me, over my shoulder.
I whipped my head around.
Dominik Oleg, the biggest jerk in the world, was in a sleek speedboat idling just behind me. His ride must have cost at least $80,000. He looked down at me as I bobbed in the water.
Of course he won.
Oleg smirked, moving his boat closer as Nate brought my Jet Ski over. You could never win any race with that piece of crap, LeFave.
He could have if you didn’t swamp his machine!
Nate yelled over the motor.
Hey, I can’t help it if your friend doesn’t know how to drive, Murphy. Maybe you shouldn’t hang around with losers. Stick with the guys on the team.
Just because Oleg was the quarterback, he thought he could tell the rest of the team what to do. Especially the younger ones like Nate.
I can pick my own friends, thanks.
I was glad to see Nate wasn’t backing down. I just hoped Oleg didn’t make him pay for it later.
Whatever.
Oleg pointed at my Jet Ski. Did you borrow that from your daddy’s dumpy marina? Bet no one else wanted it.
"Shut up, Oleg. At least I paid for my machine myself. I didn’t need my daddy to buy it for me."
Oleg’s eyes flared. I knew I’d hit a nerve.
"You don’t know what you’re talking about, LeFave. I’m making so much bank right now, I don’t need my father to buy me anything. And it’s only gonna get better," he bragged.
Yeah, sure it is. ’Cause you’re a high roller. In your mind at least,
I said.
Listen.
Oleg pointed at Boblo Island behind him. I could just see the row of million-dollar mansions through the trees on the shore. I knew he lived in the biggest one. "You boys are playing in my backyard. And you’re way out of your league." He suddenly honked his boat’s horn, scaring the crap out of Nate and me. His grin was a nasty threat.
Don’t play with the big boys. You won’t like how the game ends.
Chapter Two
I had lots of time to think about my run-in with Dominik Oleg the next day after school. I was volunteering at the LaSalle police station. I did it every Monday after school for a couple of hours. Nate’s dad was one of LaSalle’s finest.
He knew I needed the hours to graduate.
Are you still only able to help out Mondays, Tom?
Nate’s dad asked.
Yeah, sorry, Officer Murphy. Dad needs me after school at the marina the other days. At least until winter.
Working for Dad at our marina didn’t pay well—or at all—but he needed me. We were struggling as it was. Since Mom left, Dad’s heart wasn’t in the business.
That’s why Oleg’s cracks really bugged me.
You let me know if things change. You’re a good help around here.
That’s nice of you to say. But I know I don’t do much. I try though.
I always knew you’d do well here.
He looked around the new station. You’re a kid who pays attention. You’d make a good cop.
Thanks.
I could feel a big grin take over my face. I love helping out here. I get to hear what’s going on. It’s interesting.
It is, at that. People think a small town like ours has nothing happening. But we have our share of crime.
Maybe it’s in our blood. Because of our rum-running history, I mean.
I grinned.
LaSalle really took off in the 1920s and early ’30s. That’s when Prohibition made it against the law to buy or sell booze. Canadians could still make it though. Most of our area got in on the smuggling of Canadian booze to Michigan. Our marina is built on one of the creeks my dad’s family used for sneaking whiskey across the river.
I’m not sure our history has much to do with it,
Nate’s dad said, smiling. "Our town is growing fast.