The next evening Fizza and Fletcher rode Golden and
Cloudy out of the cente r of Birmingham. Soon th e buildings
disappeared and it became greener.
"So tell me again what that e-mail said;' said Fletcher.
"It was an e-mail to all his dr ivers. It said if the other
rubbi sh" areas were full, they had to take all the rubbish to
th e Park Hill area - at night ;' replied Fizza.
"So he doesn't want anyone to see him doi ng that then?"
"No, because he's breaking the law! He isn't gett ing rid of
rub bish in the proper places!"
''And he's getting paid for it. No wonder he's a millionair e!"
said Fletcher.
"So now we have to catch him actually do ing it!" said
Pizza, taking a new cell phone out of he r pocket.
"What? With a phone?"
"Yes, it's my mothe r's' new pho ne, but it's really good for
recording videos!"
''And does your mom know you have it?"
"No. And she won't beca use I'll put it back later. I've just
borrowed it:'
Eventually they came to a sign above a gate saying: "Park
Hill - the heart of a greener Birmingha m."
The gate led them into a large, open green field. There were
tall trees all aroun d it. Fizza and Fletcher quickly rode toward
the trees to hid e. They didn't know how long they'd have to
wait. But they hoped that one of Scully's trucks would make
an appea rance that evening.
• • •
It was just gett ing da rk when Fletche r shook Pizzas ar m. Fizza
opened her eyes; they'd been waiting so long, she had to have
gone to sleep.