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A wonderful middle-grade mystery that will be enjoyed by even the most reluctant of readers!

Synopsis

Ethan and Matt are looking forward to having a break from solving mysteries and spending time at basketball camp for a week. But as they arrive, they find out about an incident at a basketball game at their camp the week before. The police think it's just an accident.

Settling into camp routine, the boys find out about the big rivalry between the two local basketball teams. Their suspicions are aroused when weird accidents at their camp keep happening. When Ethan becomes the victim of one of these accidents, they're left with no choice than to investigate! They need Lisa, the third member of their detective agency Project adventure to help with background checks that might lead to solving the mystery.

Will they be able to get to the bottom of why these accidents keep happening? Can they prevent anyone from getting seriously hurt? Find out what happens in this thrilling adventure at the basketball camp, full of rivalry and secrets...

As the mother of three middle-grade-aged chlidren, I am always on the lookout for books that will appeal to these reluctant readers. My family is very sports-focused as well, so when I saw a book based at a basketball camp, I knew that this was one I needed to check out. And I'm very glad that I did.


This is the first book that I've read by David Konrad and it will not be the last. With likeable characters and an interesting plot, middle-grade readers (and even their parents) will enjoy The Courtside Mystery.


Ethan, Matt, and Lisa are the members of "Project Adventure," a little group similar to Mystery Inc., but without Scooby-Doo. They seem to find themselves involved in mysteries and are smart enough to work together to solve them. Their cooperation and friendship sets a wonderful example for young readers. Without each other's strengths, their group would not work nearly as well. Each member is important and valued by the others.


It's important to note that The Courtside Mystery is part of the Project Adventure series. While the book does work as a stand-alone, why not read the rest of the books too?


Thank you to Reedsy Discovery and the author for my copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.

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Synopsis

Ethan and Matt are looking forward to having a break from solving mysteries and spending time at basketball camp for a week. But as they arrive, they find out about an incident at a basketball game at their camp the week before. The police think it's just an accident.

Settling into camp routine, the boys find out about the big rivalry between the two local basketball teams. Their suspicions are aroused when weird accidents at their camp keep happening. When Ethan becomes the victim of one of these accidents, they're left with no choice than to investigate! They need Lisa, the third member of their detective agency Project adventure to help with background checks that might lead to solving the mystery.

Will they be able to get to the bottom of why these accidents keep happening? Can they prevent anyone from getting seriously hurt? Find out what happens in this thrilling adventure at the basketball camp, full of rivalry and secrets...

Prologue


The visiting team bus made a final sharp turn into the Poolers’ camp parking lot. It was old and squeaky, and the weathered, treadless tires groaned on the hot tarmac as the big, dark vehicle eased to a stop. The single front door of the bus opened wide, and the team Mustangs basketball players and coaches started pouring out into the afternoon heat. They wore their black-and-red warm-up T-shirts and carried their gear in sports bags. The shirts were fairly new, but the bags had obviously seen better days. Some were patched together with different-colored thread, and some were missing the team’s emblem, a mustang’s head blowing off steam through its nostrils. A couple of younger players carried big mesh bags full of basketballs, and others lugged plastic water bottle carriers and warm-up cones.

They were here for the game.

The Poolers’ camp looked brand new compared to their own. It wasn’t really that much newer, but it had recently been renovated. They were two of the first camps in the area to have established teams of their own. But they were very different from one another. The Poolers were the first basketball camp in the whole country to have an outdoor swimming pool installed for the players to use. In fact, that was how they’d

gotten their name. They also had rich, retired professional players donating money and help, so they always secured the best coaches and boasted the most modern facilities.

The Mustangs, on the other hand, had no such resources. That established the gap between the teams, and over time the Poolers had become much more successful, and therefore more popular, and attracted more kids every summer.

Today, the Mustangs players looked like they were already defeated. Their shoulders were slumped and they kept looking at the ground as they trudged across the parking lot and through the big glass doors of the reception building. They entered the big waiting room, where they were greeted by the Poolers camp administrator. The kids looked small and out of place in the bright, white-and-purple-decorated room, full of trophies and pictures of famous players hanging on the walls.

The administrator led them through the large, automatic glass door on the other side of the room, and into the camp grounds. She turned up the wide walkway, and the red-and-black group went along with her to the open-air courts at the top of a small hill. There were three full-sized courts, side by side, and camp employees in white-and-purple shirts were already milling around, assembling the portable stands, players’ benches, cameras and shot clocks around the middle court.

To the side of the courts were two smaller buildings, serving as locker rooms for the home and away teams. The Mustangs occupied the ‘Away’ room, and started getting ready for the warmup on one of the side courts.

An hour or so later, it started getting dark. The small stands were packed with local fans, all dressed in white and purple, eagerly waiting the start of the game. The players, coaches and referees were ready, the floodlights were turned on and the court became as bright as daylight, despite the clouds of small flying insects drawn to the lights and buzzing all around them.

The referee tossed the tip-off, and there was a deafening roar from the stands as the game began. Not that the home team needed extra support. The game was such a mismatch that the Mustangs were already trailing by a huge margin at the end of the first quarter. The Poolers players were flying up and down the court, dominating the game in offense and defense, as if they were adults playing children. But they weren’t. Almost all the players on the pitch were under sixteen years old, plus maybe a few seventeen- and eighteen-year-old camp counselors, who also assisted the coaches in practice sessions. Some of the Poolers were simply much better, and soon they started to humiliate their opponents with tricks, slam-dunks and exaggerated passing of the ball, like many youngsters often do, to show off.

At halftime, both teams went to their locker rooms, but they came back out quickly, as if they all wanted to get the game over with as soon as possible.

They had no idea what was about to happen.

The Poolers started their warmup at the same time as the Mustangs, but the teams looked very different. The Mustangs, clearly already defeated, were not putting much energy into the warmup layups, while the Poolers pranced around as if it were a circus exhibition game. Until one of the Poolers attempted a slam-dunk, and grabbed the bright red, steel hoop.

As he touched the rim, the air cracked and sizzled, and the blast threw sparks high up into the dark, summer night. A split second later, the boy went flying six feet away and crashed to the ground. One of the floodlights died, and the others slowly faded away.

The player lay on the court floor, not moving. Others stood around him, glancing at the hoop, hands on their heads in disbelief. The crowd cried out in panic—the boy’s family already jumping onto the court and running toward him. The camp’s medical staff hurried to tend to the electrocuted player. Somebody was screaming for an ambulance, which was parked nearby in the camp’s parking lot.

Not far away, the person who had rigged the floodlights cable to the metal hoop watched from the shadows, careful not to be seen gloating, but barely managing to hide their smile.  

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David is a stay-home dad and an author of middle grade adventure books and for anyone who still feels like a kid. In his quest to entertain the young audience, David aims to take his readers on an action-packed, fun-filled and mysterious ride in the world created for his thrill-seeking characters. view profile

Published on November 01, 2020

30000 words

Worked with a Reedsy professional 🏆

Genre:Middle Grade

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