FINDING THE FORGER
By Libby Sternberg

Some people call me nosey. I call it job training. If you want to be an investigator, you’ve got to ask a lot of questions. Like, what the heck are they putting in those home perm kits to make them stink so bad? Or why is my boyfriend suddenly so interested in my best friend? And what really is going on at the art museum where my friend Sarah works? She may think the new security guard is totally hot, but there’s definitely what I’d call some “suspicious activity” going on. Someone’s been replacing priceless paintings with fakes, and despite boy trouble, hair disasters, and shopping woes, my real job is FINDING THE FORGER.