Me . . .
My life is good. Now Dad’s a famous “banged-up” criminal, I have even been invited to join the Toilet Trolls. But I don’t need new friends. Not when I’ve got Holly, Porter and Meccano Morris – who has become a bit of a celebrity after helping to save the day with his Faraday cage. Besides, if I had more friends then I wouldn’t have time to look for new cases to solve . . .
Acknowledgements
With thanks …
To my little Know-Alls for making me smile and checking this book contains the right amount of poo – Jodie, Dylan, Hugo, Amber, Sami, Ruby, Oscar, Maisie, India and Kristiaan.
To my big Know-Alls for being wise in the ways of brain rays, police cordons and portable toilets – Cousins Chris & Giles, Eloise and Stuart Payne (who are not related), Adam McCarthy, Matthew Bage, Omar Ismail and his very clever wife who doesn’t like to be named.
To my friends who read the book and said nice things about it. That would be you Ellie, Charlie, Tracy, Alice, Annabel, Maria, Svenja, Sam, Tony, Jack and The Other Rachel.
To teachers everywhere, because people don’t thank them enough. But particularly to Emma Hall, Lynne Doyle and Kelly Wass for making a quirky kid proud to be different.
To the Emirates Lit Fest folk, Luigi Bonomi Associates and Montegrappa. Because I like prizes.
And to my mum, my sisters and my husband. For everything.
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