I live in a pretty cool apartment building. My parents and I live above the garage, which is where my father works during the day. Irena Balinkova (I think she’s a Russian spy) lives in the apartment beside us. Below her is Gerardo’s Pizzeria – “the best pizzas in town!”
My father’s garage is normally chock-a-block with cars and trucks in for repair. Major Tom brings his truck in for brakes, Madame Toots’ Mini needs new tires, and Reverend Toddington requires new windshield wipers on his Oldsmobile which he calls “Noah’s Ark”.
At the rear of the building, there’s a fire escape below my bedroom window. I sometimes use it when I need to dash off quickly to see my friends Lisa and Raffi. Often we get together to buy popsicles at Wong’s and discuss strategies for solving another mystery in Coyote Point.
At the front of the apartment building on the wide driveway, I have my bicycle. You can’t see it, but the Fenderprise is in the garage ready for my next case.
You can also see a cat. That’s Galinka. He belongs to Irena Balinkova who often feeds him borscht when Galinka has a sore throat.