The name’s Moxie. Moxie McCoy. I am ten years old. I am in fourth grade. I am the star of various densely illustrated books and the mastermind behind the solving of various thrilling mysteries.
In spite of my best efforts to work independently like my hero Annabelle Adams (the greatest 12-year-old detective in the history of time), things seem to go better when I talk through problems with my dopey little brother Milton. He may be tall as a turtle and lively as an oyster, but he’s pretty good at noticing things and connecting the dots.
I, on the other hand, am very good at gathering clues, intimidating subjects, and winning fabulous prizes.
When we combine forces, there’s basically no challenge we can’t meet. We are The Real McCoys.
