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INTRODUCTION

Author's Name: Lady Emily

Title of Story: Dangerous Mistakes

Type of Story: Nancy Drew/ Hardy Boys Crossover

Rating of Story: P

Characters in Story: F, J, ND, BM, and a few various others

Warnings: None, really. Some mild violence.

Date Story Posted: January, 2006

Plot Blurb: Frank and Joe Hardy travel to RiverHeightsand helpNancy Drew confront a stalker.

Splash Page:Frank offered a hand to help her up. Good night, Nan.Just yell if you need me. Us. he quickly amended.

Right. Thanks. Nancysaid, heading down the hall to her bedroom. She

had forgotten how much she liked having Frank around.


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Togofollowed her down the hall then stopped in her doorway and

refused to budge.

Nancyfrowned. Togo,whats wrong?

Togolet out a deep, rumbling growl.

Nancypicked him up. Togo,Id like to get some sleep sometime tonight.

Togosquirmed in her arms. And Im not letting you out of my sight!

Nancythrew back the covers and set Togoon the bed. He jumped off,

grabbing a corner of her nightgown in his mouth and heading for the

door. Nancystood, amused, while the little dog tried to physicallyremove her from the room. At last she picked him up, plunked him next

to her in her bed, and lay down. The cool sheets felt so good, and she was

so tired

Togojumped out of the bed and sat stiffly next to the door, but Nancy

was too exhausted to care. She closed her eyes.

Silence.

Nancys eyes snapped open again as she felt something cold and scaly

brush across her legs. Reflexively, she bolted upright and threw back the

sheets.

At the end of her bed was a coiled snake, fangs bared and ready to strike.

CHAPTER 1


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Nineteen year old Nancy Drew walked into the River Heights Police

Station with every intention of simply getting her fathers files and

leaving. Her father, Carson Drew, was a famous criminal lawyer, and he

had asked her to go to the station and pick up some papers he would

need for his trip to WashingtonD.C.this weekend. Nancywaved at the

officer on duty and approached the secretary, asking for the papers. The

secretary thought nothing of it; after all, everyone knew Nancy Drew-

Girl Detective! She stepped back to let Nancyinto the filing cabinet.

Nancyrifled through the drawers, pulling out a file marked lawsuits.

She was about to thank the secretary and leave when she heard familiar

voices echoing down the hall.

Chief McGinnis stepped around the corner, but what surprised Nancy

were his companions, Frank and Joe Hardy.

***

Joe raised his eyebrows. He was the only one to do so. Both Frank and

Nancy were staring at the brown tiled floor. Joe realized that this was

RiverHeights, but did she always hang out in the police station like this?He realized this was unfair; after all, he and Frank had been in River

Heightsfor three weeks now and this was the first they had seen of her.

Hey Nan. he said. Good to see you again.

Nancysmiled at him gratefully. You too. At the risk of sounding rude,

what are you doing here?

Joe looked at Chief McGinnis. Is it okay to tell her?

The chief looked shell-shocked. Sure, the case is almost over. Then he

asked the question he had obviously been meaning to. Nancy? How do

you know the Hardys?


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Nancymumbled a response that sounded like, Theyre good

detectives

Frank spoke up, but was still staring at the brown tiles. We worked

together But the response didnt seem adequate and everyone knew

it. The Chief continued to look at them, confused by the tension and

awkwardness in their replies.

The four stood there in silence until Joe offered quietly, My brother

broke her heart It was almost a question, like on a game show when

the contestant doesnt know the answer and guesses anyway.

At that, Franks cheeks burned, and Nancyshead snapped up. He did

not! she said defensively.

Now Joe looked surprised. He did, too! He said, before he could stop

himself.

Like you would know! Nancyretorted.

I do! Joe shot back.

Chief McGinnis looked at Frank, who smiled apologetically. Chief took

pity on him. He looked like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow

him. Enough! the chief bellowed.

Nancy and Joe stopped arguing. Nancylooked straight at Frank andasked, Why are they here?

The chief briefly explained the Hardys case. They were investigating

counterfeiting, and their case was pretty much wrapped up. Well be

leaving sometime this week. Frank said.


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Good. Nancyreplied, but her voice came out as a hoarse whisper. I just

came here to pick up these papers. She waved the papers at the Chief

and walked towards the door, managing to choke out, Nice to see you

guys.

Joe looked after her sympathetically. She looked emotionally drained.

Frank felt sick. Had he done this to her?

CHAPTER 2

Nancyfled from the station feeling like the queen of all idiots. Why did

she have to fall apart when she looked at Frank Hardy? Why couldnt she

keep her cool in front of him? And most of all, why did she have to argue

the point with his brother right in front of him and the head of the River

Heights police force? She was mortified. She had spent the last year

rehearsing what she would say to him at a freak meeting like this, and

none of her rehearsals had ended with her choking out a nice to see you

around a huge lump in her throat! Inserting the key into the ignition of

her blue Mustang convertible, she rested her head on the steering wheel

to calm down.

She sat up, wiped her eyes, and chided herself. She couldnt let a little

meeting with Frank affect her. She was a successful private detective and

she didnt need him. Not only that, but she had spent the last nine

months purging all traces of him from her life, and she was annoyed that

it was all undone, just like that. Yes, that was it, she was annoyed. Not

hurt, not angry, just annoyed. And that was it. Making a mental vow that

she would stop thinking about Frank Hardy, she maneuvered her car out

of the parking lot and onto the highway. And she put up the top. It looked

like it was going to rain.


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As Nancys car pulled into her driveway, she was glad shed put the top

up. She wrapped her fathers papers in a plastic grocery bag she found in

the backseat. It would not do for her to have to go back to the police

station to get copies! When she opened the door, torrential rain

assaulted her, soaking her clothes in seconds. She ran up to the front

door and yanked it open. Her father greeted her from the kitchen and

she kicked of her wet shoes and handed him the file. He thanked her, and

she retreated upstairs to get out of her wet clothes.

Nancyappeared minutes later wearing a soft blue robe and slippers.

Carsonchuckled. Nancysaid, Is there something wrong with our phone?

Upstairs I saw we had six phone messages and they were all hang-ups.

Carsons smile turned into a frown. I know. Weve gotten two more

hang-up calls since Ive been home. Probably just prank calls, but

But you never know. Nancyfinished for him. She sat down, looking

pensive.

Is there something else? Carsonasked. She was acting a bit unusual.

Nancysighed unhappily, and the whole story of her meeting with the

Hardys came tumbling out. and then Joe and I got in this big fight

about whether or not- She was interrupted by a loud rumble of thunder.

She hadnt noticed that the pouring rain had become a full-fledged

thunderstorm. The thunder subsided, and Nancyyawned. She hadnt

realized how tired she was. Listen, can we talk about this in the

morning? she asked her father. Or better yet, lets not talk about it ever

again.

Carsonsmiled. Whatever you want.

Nancyhugged him. Thanks, Dad.


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She went upstairs and climbed into bed before realizing she wasnt going

to be able to sleep. So much for that whole I will never think about Frank

Hardy again thing.

Nancyhad first realized how she felt about Frank in the beginning of

summer. She couldnt stop thinking about him his handsome features,

his warm smile, and most of all, his deep, dark, intelligent eyes that made

her feel weak when she looked into them. She was ecstatic when he and Joe

came to RiverHeightsto help her with a case. Her boyfriend, Ned, hadnt

been nearly as happy.

Nancysighed. Breaking it off with Ned had been one of the hardest thingsshe had ever done. It wasnt that she didnt love him- she did- but he

wasnt the one. It sounded clich, but Nancyjust didnt love him like he

deserved to be loved, and she had told him that.

Ned, its just that, well, you need someone normal, who can focus on you

before she focuses on thieves and terrorists

Nancytrailed off as she realized how stupid and callous that sounded. Shetried again.

I mean, someone who can focus on you and what a great guy you are.

Well, that sounded a little better, but why couldnt she stop using the term

focus?

She tried one last time.

We just arent right for each other. Even if you dont see it now-

Ned had stopped her there.


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Is there someone else? he asked quietly.

She nodded dumbly.

Frank?

Another nod.

Ned managed something between a sigh and a laugh. I knew this was

going to happen.

Nancythought he was being sarcastic, but then she realized he was

completely sincere.

Ned, Im sorry. I really am. Nancysaid miserably.

Ned nodded. I know.

How could he be so understanding? It was just making her feel guiltier.

Ned seemed to sense that she was on the verge of tears. Hey, Nan. Its

okay. If youre in love with Frank, go for it.

Nancywas sure he was being sarcastic now.

Even now, she still wasnt sure if that had been sarcasm.

Nancylooked up at him with a pained expression on her face. Ned, please

dont-

Neds lips were tight. Not like he was angry, like he was resigned.


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Resigned to the fact that shed made her choice.

Thanks for understanding. she whispered.

No problem. he replied easily. He started to walk away, but Nancy

grabbed his hand.

Youll find the right person, Ned. Im sorry I couldnt be her.

Ned squeezed her hand. Thanks. he said, as if she had done him a favor.

This time she let him walk away.

Looking back, Nancyknew shed done the right thing. The longer she

waited, the more it wouldve hurt him when she realized she loved

Frank. Even if Frank didnt love her back.

A loud rumble of thunder shook the house. She looked out the window.

The dark, wet, stormy weather reflected her mood. She had thoughtFrank loved her.

About three weeks after Ned had walked away, Nancystood on the porch,

admiring the clear night sky. She shivered happily as the warm night air

blew around her. She enjoyed the stillness, as though she was the only

person on earth. The night was almost perfect. Then she heard soft

footsteps behind her. (Turns out she wasnt the only person on earth.) She

turned her head to see Frank Hardy. He joined her at the railing withoutsaying a word. As he looked at the stars, all Nancysaw was him.

Frank? she murmured.

He turned, and his dark eyes stared into her blue ones, drawing them

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Mmm?

Nancys arms encircled his neck, and she brought her lips to his. Although

the kiss was gentle, Nancysaw stars. Her body burned where it was

touching him, but it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Frank

slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest. A wave

of euphoria raced through her.

Now the night was perfect.

Nancyclosed her eyes, trying to relive that night. It was probably the

best night of her life. One of the few perfect times she would have withFrank. If only he hadnt-

The lights went off. Nancywas almost glad, as the power outage had

distracted her from her more recent, painful memories of Frank. She

didnt go downstairs to get a flashlight; she was just going to bed and her

father was probably asleep anyway.

She lay down and watched the lightning through her window. After a few

minutes, she closed her eyes, only to have them pop open when the

phone rang a few seconds later. Nancypicked it up in the middle of the

ring.

Hello? Nancyasked reflexively.

Nancy Drew? a raspy voice came over the line.

Yes?

Im so glad I caught you at home. Ive been calling all day. the voice said

in a harsh whisper. Its tone was menacing.


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Nancyfelt a stab of panic. Who is this? she asked guardedly.

The voice ignored her question, but its next words sent a chill up her

spine. Dont you hate it when the lights go out?

CHAPTER 3

Who what do you want? Nancystammered, desperately trying to

mask her fear.

The sinister voice laughed. Ill give you three guesses.

Nancyconcentrated hard, trying to analyze the voice. It was almost a

hiss. She couldnt even tell for sure whether it was male or female.

Background noise? None that she could discern. She turned her attention

back to the conversation, if you could call it that.

I dont suppose you want to sell me insurance? Nancysaid weakly.

Another raspy laugh. Not quite, Nancy. Her own name sounded

disturbing coming from the voice. Ill give you a clue. the voice

snickered, as if having to give Nancy Drew clues was the funniest thing in

the world.

By this point, Nancywas wondering if she should hang up. She could

star sixty-nine him or her. Or she could call the police, or her father, or

someone. She didnt like the eerie feeling that she was alone with the

voice.

The voice proceeded to clue Nancyin. It has to do with waiting until you

least expect it, A dramatic pause. And then- The voice was sharply cut

off. The phone was dead.


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Nancysat, stunned, for a minute. She slowly hung up the receiver. A

minute later, she picked it up again. No dial tone. Knowing it was futile,

she pushed *69. When she got no response, she tried 911. No luck. With a

shaky hand, she put down the phone. She sat in the dark, wanting

nothing more than to be able to turn on the light. She didnt scare easily,but this was too much. Outside, the thunderstorm raged. Staring out the

window, she saw a silver car edge past her house, windshield wipers

swishing furiously. Should she wake her father? Maybe shed better. He

himself had said, Better safe than sorry.

Slowly, she crept down the hall and knocked on her fathers bedroom

door. Her arms were still covered in goosebumps.

Nancywoke up in her own bed the next morning way later than she

normally did. All the lights were on. At least the power was back.

She dressed quickly and poked her head into her fathers bedroom.

Carsonwas almost done packing for his trip, for which he would leavethis evening.

Nancyhurried downstairs, poured herself a cup of coffee, and fed her pet

terrier, Togo. Her father joined her a few minutes later. Nancyran out to

get the mail, sorted it, and handed Carsons mail to him.

Carsonwatched curiously as Nancyfrowned and opened a large

envelope addressed to her. Nancydrew out a note and a smaller packet.

She unfolded the note first and read it silently. Her lips tightened and

she handed it to her father. He took it and examined it. It read, Nancy

Drew, You can run, but you cant hide. Watch your back, but it wont do

any good. Each letter seemed to have been cut out of a different

magazine article. Nevertheless, it was still quite menacing.


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Nancyopened the packet and dumped a silver charm into her hand. It

was shaped like a horse.

Whats that? Carsonasked.

Nancylooked puzzled. Its mine. Off my charm bracelet. I thoughtId lost

it a few weeks ago! she shivered. Or maybe it was stolen? Wait, why

would someone steal one charm instead of the whole bracelet?

Carsonanswered grimly. Perhaps so they could return it to you this

way.

At this, Nancywas thoroughly creeped out.

Carsoncleared his throat. Okay, that settles it! Ill be in WashingtonD.C.

and I wont be able to get here at a moments notice if something

happens. I dont want to go away this weekend and leave you alone with

some psycho stalker on the loose!

Nancysmiled. I was just going to call Chief Maginnis.

Carsonshook his head. Good, but thats not enough. Without a phone

number or a postmark or something, the police cant do anything. Theyll

just tell you to keep your eyes open and let them know if it happens

again.

Well, I could call Bess. Nancysaid, naming one of her two best friends.The other was Besss cousin, George. They were complete opposites.

Bess was pretty and blonde while George was athletic and dark haired.

Bess tended to be a bit more delicate than George. George is teaching at

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Carsonfrowned. I dont know if Bess is the best choice. Shes a great

girl, but I was thinking more of something along the line of protection.

Like stationing police officers outside the house? Dad, really, I can take

care of myself! she looked hurt at his apparently low opinion of her.

I know you can, sweetie, but I would feel much better if I knew you

had backup. I dont think well have to go as far as police bodyguards,

though. he paused, knowing Nancywasnt going to like his next idea. I

thought maybe we could call the Hardys. He looked up at Nancyto

gauge her reaction.

What? Nancyburst out. Dad! That is the last thing I want to do! She

glared at him. How could he even suggest that? Didnt he know how

embarrassing that would be for her?

Her father sighed. Look Nancy, it would only be for three days, and I

would feel a lot better if I knew they were with you.

Nancywas fuming now. Fine. Call Joe.

Her father was getting impatient. I cant very well invite Joe and not

Frank! He saw she was about to argue, so he said, Nancy, please!

Fine! Nancysaid. Call them, but dont expect me to come out of my

room! With that, she fled upstairs.

Carsonsighed. He didnt want to embarrass Nancy, but it was certainly

better than having her dead!

He picked up the phone and called the police station to report the phone

call and the note.


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Sorry, said the officer on duty. But without a phone number or a

postmark, we cant do anything. If it happens again, get the phone

number and tell us. Then we can help.

Carsonthanked the officer and hung up. The next phone number he

dialed was the Hardys.

***

Riinnng! The phone rang in the Hardys hotel room. Joe picked it up.

Hello?

Joe? Its Carson Drew.

Mr. Drew? Oh, hi! What can I do for you? Joe said, surprise reflecting in

his voice. Frank came into the room in time to hear who the caller was.

He sat on the bed next to Joe.

Are you two going to be here all weekend?

Yes. Were going home Wednesday. Joe replied.

Well, I have a favor to ask of you and Frank. Mr. Drew said slowly.

A favor? Joe said for Franks benefit. Sure.

Im going out of town this weekend. Nancys been getting some

threatening messages and I dont like to leave her by herself. I was

wondering if youd stay here and just keep her company. Mr. Drews

voice contained a pleading note.


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One minute, Joe said. He covered the mouthpiece with his hand and

turned to Frank. Nancyhas been getting threatening messages and Mr.

Drew wanted to know if we would stay with her while hes out of town

this weekend. What do you think?

Frank considered a minute. Nancys not going to like this. he said

flatly. But, sure, why not?

Joe spoke into the phone. Sure, no problem. but he wanted to know, Is

Nancy okay with this or doesnt she know?

Mr. Drew chuckled. Actually, she just locked herself in her bedroom andis threatening to stay there all weekend. But dont worry, he added.

Eventually shell pass out from hunger and then you can pick the lock.

Joe grinned. Its that bad, huh?

Apparently. Thank you so much! said Mr. Drew.

When do you want us?

Im leaving at seven thirtytonight. Seven would be great. said Carson.

Okay, said Joe. Well be there.

Thanks guys. Bye. said Carson. He hung up as Nancycame into the

kitchen.

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Nancy, I really dont know why youre acting like this. You guys used to

be best friends! Whatever happened last year happened last year!

Nancyhad never really told him what had happened between her and

Frank.

Nancyshook her head. It will just be really awkward and humiliating.

She poured herself a glass of milk.

Good, good. Fortify yourself for the long weekend upstairs. Carson

joked.

Nancytried to glare at him but couldnt keep a straight face. Both Drewsburst out laughing.

***

Frank lay on the bed in the hotel room for a long time after Joe hung up.

He was worried about Nancy. Threatening messages? But even worse, he

was worried about how shed react to spending an entire weekend with

him. She probably hated him. She thought he had been leading her on all

last summer. After he had left he tried to call her and apologize; tell her

she was wrong about him, but she wouldnt take his calls. He knew he

had hurt her feelings and her pride, but how could he fix it?

***

Nancyfinished dinner at 6:45. A few minutes later the doorbell rang. Atthis, Togoleapt into action, racing around the kitchen and yipping

furiously.

Nancyglared at the dog. Shut up! she said sharply. She was in no mood

to be trifled with.


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Togopeered up at her so pathetically that she felt guilty and knelt down

to pet him. Im sorry. she said contritely. It wasnt, after all, the dogs

fault.

Mr. Drew answered the door. Nancy! he called.

She got up and walked towards the door. Yeah, I know, I know. My

babysitters are here. she said, trying to sound joking but ending up

sounding bitter.

Joe greeted her with a hug. Was that thinly veiled hostility? he asked

teasingly.

Yeah, yeah. Nancygrumbled good-naturedly.

After Joe released her, she and Frank stared at each other

uncomfortably. She didnt want to hug him, but she did anyway. She

pulled away quickly and avoided eye contact.

Her father left a little later, telling Nancyto be careful. To be honest, she

wasnt worried. Threatening messages didnt seem to affect her

anymore.

The first thing she did was show the Hardys the threatening note and tell

them about the phone call. Joe frowned and said, Thats creepy. After a

pause he added, But dontworry, Nan, the Hardys are here!

I feel so much better. she replied dryly. Then, curiously, she inquired.

Has anyone ever told you that you have an ego problem?

Joe looked at her seriously. I dont know what youre talking about.

Nancyrolled her eyes.


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***

Nancy, Joe, and Frank passed the rest of the night watching movies. They

didnt talk much. The phone didnt ring once.

At 11:30the group decided to turn in. Frank pulled Nancyaside. He had

been trying to catch her eye all night, but she was deliberately avoiding

him.

Nan, can I talk to you?

You just did. she replied evenly, inwardly smiling at his obviousdiscomfort. Good, she thought. It wont hurt him to sweat a little.

Seriously Nan, I just want you to know that Im really sorry and that I

would never intentionally hurt you. Frank said sincerely. He meant

every word of it. He couldnt stand Nancytreating him so coldly. He loved

her.

Nancylooked at him, unsure of what to say. He was having that effect on

her again; that amazing rush that she loved and wanted to hate. His

warm brown eyes were sad and remorseful, and she knew that if he kept

looking at her like that she would forgive him on the spot. She couldnt

do that! She couldnt, wouldnt, let him break her heart, again! Her frosty

gaze flickered for just a minute. I believe you. she said impassively.

Clearly that was not what Frank had been expecting. His face showed amixture of surprise and relief. Good. he said, for lack of words.

Nancylooked at him skeptically, then turned away.

Frank grabbed her hand. What I meant was, Thanks. he said warmly.


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For the first time that night, Nancysmiled at him, really smiled. Then she

went upstairs, leaving Frank alone.

***

The phone rang at three in the morning. A groggy Nancypicked it up.

Hello? she said blearily.

She heard one of the Hardys pick up the phone in their room and stay

silent, listening. At this point, she wasnt even fully awake, but what she

heard next woke her up fast.

Its 3am; do you know where your dog is?

The rasping voice was back, and it scared her.

CHAPTER 4

She was cut off by a high pitched whine on the other end.

No! she gasped silently. With a shaking hand, she pushed the mute

button on the phone. Togo! she called apprehensively. Maybe that

wasnt Togoon the other end. Togowas downstairs Wasnt he?

Togo! Come here, boy! Her only response was a fearful silence.

The hoarse voice snickered. Dont be silly, Ms. Drew! He canthear you

from here! Then he spoke to the dog. Can you, boy?

A growl, presumably from Togo .

Dont hurt him. Nancywarned, trying to keep her voice level.


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A yelp from Togo. Oh, of course not, Nancy, the voice said slowly,

mockingly. Wherewould you get that idea? The caller broke out into

hysterical giggles, bordering on maniacal laughter.

Nancycouldnt take it. She dropped the phone, leaving the receiver

hanging off the nightstand. At the same time she leaped out of bed and

ran downstairs, flipping on every light switch she passed. At her feet

touched the cold tiled kitchen floor, she felt a draft. Whirling on the back

door, she found it standing open, the screen door swinging creakily in

the wind. Nancydidnt bother to close it. Shesimply didnt care. She

looked around. No sign of Togo.

Nancywalked to the front door and looked out the window. No Togo. She

bit her lip. What was she supposed to do next? She heard a footfall

behind her and spun around, right into Joe. Joes arms closed around

her, and he gave her a reassuring hug.

Itll be alright, Nan. he said encouragingly. Frank got the guys phone

number and hes calling the police.

Nancystepped away from him and nodded brokenly. She wasnt going to

fall apart. She did, however, allow Joe to lead her to a chair.

Joe nodded at the back door. Did you open this? he asked.

Nancyshook her head. It was open when I came down.

Joe walked over and closed it. That must be how they got in. he said,

stating the obvious.

Frank came down the stairs two at a time. It was a pay phone.

Huh? Joe and Nancy said in unison.


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The stalker called from a pay phone a few blocks away from here. I

called the police and they traced the number. Frank explained, crossing

the room. He placed his hand on Nancys shoulder. Are you okay?

Yeah. Nancysaid distractedly. Hey, did you say stalker?

Yes. Frank replied. Thats what it sounded like to me.

Great. Just great. Nancysaid, burying her head in her hands.

The three detectives turned their heads as they heard a car pull up front.

Joe reached the door first and flung it open. A silver car was sitting in the

street. The passenger door opened and the car lit up, illuminating a

figure dressed completely in black sitting in the drivers seat. The driver

grabbed a bundle lying on the passenger seat and tossed out of the car.

The door slammed shut and the car sped away. By this time, Joe was

already halfway down the driveway, running after the car and trying to

make out the license plate number.

Nancy and Frank rushed down the driveway. Nancyknelt to examine the

bundle.

Be careful, Nan! Frank called. It could be a bomb!

Nancysquinted at it and grinned. I dont think so. She pulled the

squirming dog out of the burlap bag. Togo! Her grin faded. Togo,

what happened?

She picked up Togoand carried him into the house. Frank picked up the

bag and followed. His eyes widened in shock. Togos fur was matted

down and dripping with what appeared to be his own blood.


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Nancyglanced at his alarmed expression and reassured him, Dont

worry, it isnt as bad as it looks. She dipped a finger in the sticky liquid

and brought it to her nose. Strawberry.

What? Frank said, amazed.

It isnt blood, its strawberry syrup. Nancyset Togoon the kitchen

table. Would you hand me that towel on the kitchen sink? she asked

Frank. Frank tossed her the towel and she began to rub off the syrup.

Togolicked his paws. I dont know what kind ofsicko were dealing

with, but Im just relieved; it could have been so much worse. she

mused. As if she was reading his thoughts, she told him. If you want tohelp you could fill the upstairs bathtub with water. Togois going to need

a bath.

Okay. Something in her take-charge attitude made Frank smile.

Nancyturned and saw him grinning at her. Why are you smiling? But

she was smiling too. Go! she ordered.

Frank did. Joe burst in the front door, panting. He had the same reaction

to Togoas Frank. Is he okay? he asked.

Yup. Nancyreplied. Strawberry syrup.

Joe shuddered. This guy is twisted.

What did you find out?

Not much. I cant outrun a car. But I did see an Illinoislicense plate. Im

pretty sure it was a rental. It had a bumper sticker with the Chicago

airport logo on it.


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Good work! Tomorrow we can call the rental place. Did you see the

make of the car?

Sure, said Joe. It was a Saturn. Probably 1998 or 1999.

Great! Now we have something to go on.

Joe flopped down in a chair. You need any help cleaning him up?

Thanks but no thanks. Franks running the bath. Ill take care of it. You

can go back to bed.

Thanks. Good night, Nan. Joe shuffled upstairs.

***

Half an hour later, Togowas syrup-free. Nancylifted him out of the tub

and then knelt to dry him with a towel.

Frank offered a hand to help her up. Good night, Nan. Just yell if you

need me. Us. he quickly amended.

Right. Thanks. Nancysaid, heading down the hall to her bedroom. She

had forgotten how much she liked having Frank around.

Togofollowed her down the hall, then stopped in her doorway andrefused to budge.

Nancyfrowned. Togo, whats wrong?

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Nancypicked him up. Togo, Id like to get some sleep sometime

tonight. Togosquirmed in her arms. And Im not letting you out of my

sight! Nancythrew back the covers and set Togoon the bed. He jumped

off, grabbing a corner of her nightgown in his mouth and heading for the

door. Nancystood, amused, while the little dog tried to physically

remove her from the room. At last she picked him up, plunked him next

to her in her bed, and lay down. The cool sheets felt so good, and she was

so tired

Togojumped out of the bed and sat stiffly next to the door, but Nancy

was too exhausted to care. She closed her eyes.

Silence.

Nancys eyes snapped open again as she felt something cold and scaly

brush across her legs. Reflexively, she bolted upright and threw back the

sheets.

At the end of her bed was a coiled snake, fangs bared and ready to strike.

CHAPTER 5

Nancywas stunned for a moment as the snake watched her with beady

black eyes. She could hear the blood pounding in her head. She wanted

to open her mouth to scream, but she knew that the slightest movement

could make the snake strike.

Luckily for her, at that moment Togoscrambled onto the end of the bed,

diverting the snakes attention. Before its sharp fangs could touch the

dog, Nancygrabbed her pillow and pressed it on top of the snake,

grabbing Togoand leaping out of the bed. The snake worked itself free of

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***

Frank Hardy hadnt been asleep. He was alert; on his guard. He heard

some movement down the hall, but just assumed it was Togo . When he

heard Nancyscream, he jumped off his bed and raced down the hall, his

heart hammering. What if he was too late?

Frank burst through her bedroom door, taking in the gruesome sight of

Nancy, clutching a bloody letter opener while a wounded snake writhed

on the bed.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as the dying snake lashed out atNancy. She jerked back, away from the bed, stumbling. Frank caught her

and they both edged away from the bed.

Time returned to its normal speed as Joe appeared in the doorway. He

was alive, but whether he was also awake, alert, and enthusiastic was

debatable. His eyes widened, however, when he saw the snake in its

death throes. It hissed and gurgled in agony, bathed in its own blood.

Finally it stopped moving, and its shiny eyes clouded over.

Joes attention shifted from the dead snake to Nancy, wrapped in Franks

arms, her hand still clutching the bloody letter opener. There was blood

splattered on her hands and arms, too.

Frank looked down at Nancy, only loosening his grip on her slightly.

Are you okay?

Nancygave a shaky laugh. None of its mine. she replied, referring to

the blood. In her mind, she was screaming Pull yourself together! How

was she going to do that when she was trembling uncontrollably?

Joe looked impressed. You killed that all by yourself?


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Nancyglared at him defiantly. Of course! Who do you think youre

dealing with? she snapped, obviously taking his surprise as an insult.

I only meant that things got to be four feet long! Joe defended himself.

Joe? Frank looked at Joe significantly. Joe got the message and went to

leave. Before he reached the door he stopped. Are you going to need

help cleaning that up? he asked, nodding at the bloodstained sheets.

No. Theres no way I can sleep in here tonight. If I can sleep at all.

Nancys voice was timid this time. Her brain was working overtime

trying to keep her from going into shock. She was grateful thatFranksarms were steadying her.

Joe looked worried but nodded and left. After a while, Frank spoke. Are

you cold?

Huh? Nancycame out of her daze and realized that she was, in fact,

shaking violently. No. she answered his question, and then added, I

guess my nerves are just shot. She glanced at the snakes corpse and

shuddered.

Franks arms tightened around her, and a wave of emotions broke over

Nancy. Fear, shock, relief, desperation, fatigue She muffled a sob,

trying to keep them in check.

Frank rubbed her back, trying to calm her down. He hadnt realized howmuch he had missed holding her until just now. He shook the thought out

of his head. Nancycame first; he could contemplate that later.

A few minutes later, Nancyhad regained some of her composure. Frank

offered her his handkerchief, which she used to wipe the blood from her

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Togos frantic pawing on the back door brought Nancy back to earth. She

crossed the room and opened the door for the dog, who rushed outside.

She closed the door, then yawned and shook her head. Since when did

she have this bizarre fascination with watching people sleep? And this

wasnt just a person; this was Frank Hardy, her kinda-maybe-sorta-

almost-ex-boyfriend.

What was with him anyway? He came to RiverHeightslast summer and

was so darned caring and thoughtful that he made her fall head over

heels in love with him. He even made her think he loved her too! Then,

one night, he came to her and told her that it was all a mistake; that he

loved Callie Shaw, his Bayport girlfriend. Then he just left!

And next year, what does he do? He comes back to River Heights, of

course! And again, he acts so considerate and sweet that she was falling

for him all over again! What was wrong with him? Couldnt he be

satisfied with breaking her heart once? Did he really need to come back

and do it again? More importantly, what was wrong with HER? Hadnt

she learned her lesson the first time?

She glanced back over at him and her stomach twisted. Apparently not.

Another glance confirmed it. No, she had not learned her lesson. Well,

she decided, she wouldnt let him know that. He would not catch her with

her defenses down again!

By now, Nancydesperately needed an aspirin. All of the emphatic

sarcasm and war metaphors flying around in her head were giving her a

migraine. Fortunately, the appearance of Joe distracted her, and herheadache subsided.

Morning, Joe. Nancysaid.


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Morning. Joe replied. He wisely refrained from saying anything about

Nancys apparent fascination with his sleeping brother, as well as

avoided comments about their sleeping arrangements.

Nancydirected Joe to the assorted breakfast foods. She herself, however,

would be surprised if she ever ate again. Im just not hungry. she

assured him.

***

Half an hour later the three teens were all up and dressed.

Frank was trying to persuade Nancyto eat. Really, Nan, you should at

least eat something. He looked down at her, concern in his eyes. Are

you feeling all right? he asked gently.

Nancywas annoyed at the look he was giving her. He was genuinely

worried. About her! Well, she thought, she was in better shape now than

she was when he left her alone last summer. Why should he worry now?

she thought bitterly.

The doorbell rang and a resigned looking Frank squinted through the

peephole. Seeing Nancys friend Bess Marvin, whom he had known for a

while, he opened the door.

Bess stepped inside. When she saw Frank, she looked utterly confused.

Then she gave him a half-smile and walked past him, into the kitchenwith Nancy.

In a surprised tone, she asked, Was that Frank Hardy?

Nancygave her a look. No, it was Celine Dion. Then she rolled her eyes.

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Nancys breath caught, and she looked at Frank. He examined it for a

moment. I dont think its a bomb. he told her.

Bess gasped. A bomb!

Frank shook his head. Not a bomb. He looked at Nancy, his brown eyes

mirroring caution. Do you want to open it, or should I? he asked gently.

In response, Nancypicked up the envelope and opened it to reveal a

smaller, brown envelope, addressed in a scrawling hand to Miss Nancy

Drew. The crimson ink did a good imitation of blood.

Nancyopened this envelope, too. She pulled out a sheet of ordinary

white paper and read the message aloud. Nancy, congratulations. If you

are reading this it means that you are not dead. Yet. The opening sent a

shiver down her spine.

She read on. The snake was a gift from me. Although being the pretty,

smart, talented girl that you are, you had probably already figured that

out. I know that your friends, the Hardy boys are there. Say hi to Frank

and Joe for me. Im not worried; they cant help you.

Nancylooked up at her friends as she read the last sentence. No one

can.

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Bess was frowning. Whats going on, guys? Why did Nancy get this?

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Just then, Joe entered the kitchen. Hi Bess! he said. Then he spotted the

letter. Whoa! How many magazines died to make that thing?

Nancygave him a look. Joe, Im worried. Whoever wrote this knows who

you are and why youre here she trailed off.

Bess spoke up. Does this have to do with the case you were talking

about? Whats going on? What do Frank and Joe have to do with it? What

are you going to do now?

Nancywas obviously used to Besss impromptu interrogation sessions,

because she replied, Yes, it has to do with the case. Ive been gettingthreats from an unknown person or people and the Hardys are helping

me figure out who it is. And Frank, Joe, and I are going to the Chicago

airport to find out who rented a silver 98 or 99 Saturn.

Bess nodded, quickly absorbing the information. She added one more

question. What about me?

Nancysmiled. Did you want to join us?

Bess grinned. You bet! After I cancel your date, of course. As she made

her way to the phone she said, I was just saying to myself, Its been

almost a week since Nancys been in trouble

Nancylaughed and grabbed her purse. Go ahead and call, well wait in

the car. she said to Bess. She walked out the door and the Hardysfollowed her. After a few minutes, the four of them were on the road,

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Bess was telling them about the strange reaction shed gotten from

Nancys would-be date. When I told him you couldnt make it, he

freaked out! He was really angry and he cussed and hung up on me! How

bizarre is that? I mean, its just a date

Bess continued to talk but the three detectives werent listening. They

were all wondering if it was just a coincidence or if Nancy s blind date

could have been the stalker. Had Nancyunwittingly foiled the stalkers

plan by not meeting him that night? So many terrible things could have

happened... Or, it could have been a coincidence, plain and simple.

Besss voice entered their thoughts. Are you guys okay? You all seemreally quiet.

The others assured her that they were fine as Nancypulled into a

parking space in front of the airport. The foursome got out of the car and

walked into the busy airport.

The ChicagoAirportis always crowded. Nancyexplained as a woman

wheeled a suitcase over Joes foot.

Ow! he complained, but the woman didnt even look back.

They finally reached the car rental desk and stood in a long line to see

the desk clerk, a petite, dark-haired woman of about thirty with thick

glasses. Nancyasked to see the rental records. The woman bluntly said

no, that she wasnt authorized to let people see their records. Nancy

explained their situation, but the woman didnt budge. Not only didnt

she budge, but she told them that they were holding up the line and that

if they werent renting a car they should leave. The people in line behind

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Nancyled the group out of the way, not discouraged at being denied a

look at the records. I have to make a phone call. she said, glancing

around for a pay phone.

Who are you calling? Joe asked.

Nancygrinned. I have a friend on the police force and Im hoping he can

help.

Bess cleared her throat. Friend? At that, Nancyblushed and hurried to

the phone booth.

Frank turned to Bess. What was that about? But Bess refused to say

another word.

Nancycame back to the group. Hell be here in a few minutes. she told

them.

Fifteen minutes later, a tall, dark haired man approached the group.Nancyran up and hugged him. Frank nudged Bess. Does she greet all

policemen like that?

Besss expression was unreadable. Just Detective Sam Fanelli. she

answered.

Sam listened intently to Nancy and Joes description of the letters, the

phone calls, the dognapping, the silver car, and the uncooperativeairport employee.

Frank and Bess stood back a little. Bess watched Frank study Sam. Sam

was tall, about 62, with an athletic build, brown hair, and soft brown

eyes to rival Franks. He also looked about twenty five. Bess knew that he

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Isnt he a little old for her? Frank muttered.

Bess might have been a romantic, but she knew jealousy when she heard

it. Yes. she replied. And Nancyknows that. She isnt serious about

him. Bess didnt want Frank to get too comfortable, though, so she

added, At least, I dont think so. With emphasis on the think.

Frank started. He hadnt realized hed spoken aloud. He frowned at Bess

and the two of them went to join Joe, Nancy, and Sam.

Detective Fanelli looked questioningly at Nancy. She realized he wanted

an introduction. This is Joes brother, Frank. she said.

Sam shook his hand and asked, Another detective?

Nancyanswered. Yes, he is. Frank, Joe, and I have worked together

several times. Were old friends.

Ouch. Bess murmured in Nancys ear.

Nancylooked at her confusedly. What?

Bess wore an amused expression. I feel sorry for Frank. Hes so jealous

and youre killing him. She said it in a low voice so no one else could

hear her.

Nancyfrowned at Bess, then Frank. Excuse me, she said, grabbing

Besss sleeve. I need to talk to Bess for a minute. Sam nodded and

smiled at her, and Nancywas blushing as she pulled Bess to a corner.

Bess laughed. You just did it again! Nancylooked confused again, so

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I am not! Nancyretorted. Now tell me what you were talking about. It

was a command, not a request.

Come on, Nan! Frank is jealous of you and Sam! Im surprised you

couldnt see that. Emphasis on the you.

He is? Nancysaid. Her expression was a cross between disbelieving

and scared rabbit.

Bess nodded. He still loves you. And you still love him. Right?

No Yes Im so confused! What did I do to deserve this? Nancysaid in

exasperation.

Id say you have it all under control. Hes probably only inches away

from confessing his undying love for you as it is and youve still got the

next few days to work on him. Bess was enjoying being the one with the

answers, for once.

I dont want to work on him, I dont want to make him jealous, and I

dont want him to confess his undying love for me! I just want to find out

who drives a silver 98 Saturn! Nancys outburst caused a group of

Indian women to glance at her worriedly and shoo their children past.

Or 99. Bess earned a death-glare for that one.

Nancyglanced back at the group of guys and saw that they were allwatching her. She panicked. Bess, what should I do? I like Sam, and I

dont want to usehim.

Well, you can turn tail and run and Ill explain to the guys that you

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Bess, be serious! Nancypleaded.

Bess patted her friend on the shoulder. Okay, pretend we never had this

talk. Just do what you were doing. Keep your mind on the case.

Everything will turn out fine.

Right. Nancyput on her confident face and headed back to the group.

You okay? Frank asked her.

Nancysmiled at him. Im fine. she said. Lets go!

***

Half and hour later the five of them were standing around a computer

screen in the back of the car rental booth. The dark-haired woman had

no problem with giving out records as long as it was police business.

Sam had flashed his badge and gotten them a private viewing of the past

weeks rentals. They slowly scrolled down the list looking for models,colors, and makes that met Joes description. Whenever they found one,

Frank wrote down the persons name and rental and license plate

numbers. By the time they were done the list they had twenty seven

silver Saturn drivers.

Any of these names sound familiar? Frank asked Nancy.

Well, Nancypaused to read the names. This one sounds vaguelyfamiliar, but I cant place it.

Frank glanced down at the name she was pointing to. Daniel Morgan.

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Sam jumped into the conversation. We could go back to the station and

see if this Daniel Morgan has a record.

Thats a start. Nancysaid, trying really hard not to meet Sams gaze.

Um, if you dont mind, Id rather not drag everybody to the station, so if

you dont mind, therest of us can go back to my house and make sure its

still standing and everything and you could just call and let me know the

results of the check, if you dont mind? Nancysmacked herself mentally.

She wasnt even sure if that made sense. She wanted to kill herself and

save the stalker the trouble. And why was everyone staring at her?

Both Hardys were looking at her like shed just sprouted a second head.Bess bit her lip. Poor Nan.

Sam just laughed and said, I dont mind. Ill go run the checkand call

you when its done. I know your number. He winked and took her

hands. Take care of yourself, Nan. Be careful, and if you need me, just

call, okay?

Oh, please, Frank thought. What a line.

Nancysmiled despite herself. Right. I know your number too. Nine-one-

one.

Sam looked at the Hardys. Nice meeting you. Bye, Bess. Then he walked

off.

***


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Around nine o clock that evening, the phone rang, interrupting a game

of crazy eights. When Nancy and the Hardys had returned from the

airport, Nancys front door was open. Nancywouldnt let Frank and Joe

go in without her, so the three of them ventured in and found that

whoever had been there was certainly not there now. Nothing seemed to

have been disturbed. They were beginning to doubt if the stalker had

been there until Nancydiscovered that the threatening letters were

missing. The stalker must have returned to get rid of the evidence. Nancy

was on edge. The Hardys had made it their personal mission to keep her

mind off the stalker. Since then, they had played about every board game

she had. Sorry!, Clue, Trivial Pursuit, three-hour game of Monopoly, you

name it. After that, they had played gin rummy, poker, spit, and go

fish.

The phone rang again. Ill get it. Nancysaid flatly, but she didnt move.

Ring. Nancysighed, put down her cards, and picked up the phone. She

held it to her ear and breathed a sigh of relief. Sam. she mouthed. She

listened for a minute, then said, Alright. Thanks anyway. Sam said

something else, and Nancyblushed and said, I will. Bye.

Nancyhung up the phone and groaned. No criminal record. She told

Frank and Joe. All they know is that Daniel Morgan is around our age

and lives in Colorado.

Frank ran a hand through his dark hair. So were back to square one?

Nancyslumped next to him on the couch. Looks that way. If only I could

remember why he sounds so familiar She sounded frustrated.

Frank squeezed her hand encouragingly. Nancyturned to him; stared

into his eyes. Your turn. she muttered grumpily. She really did

appreciate Frank and Joes distracting her, and she had had fun, too, but

she knew she had hit rock bottom when she lost at go fish six times in a

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She leaned her head against the back of the couch, suddenly realizing

how tired she was. Im done. she said, throwing her cards on the table.

Joe wins. Again. At this point, she considered Joe to be the luckiest

person on the planet. He had won at least three fourths of all the games

they had played. Then she scooted over and stretched out on the couch.

I just wish I knew who Daniel Morgan was. Its driving me crazy. she

said.

Maybe hes from one of your previous cases? Frank suggested.

Probably. But no one obvious. I would remember. But Ive met so many

people

Right. Joe said. We know what you mean.

After a few minutes of silence, Frank pointed out, Nans asleep.

Joe nodded. She was wiped out. I think Ill head to bed, too. He nodded

at Nancys sleeping figure. Should we bringher upstairs?

Frank shook his head. Ill take care of it. I have an idea I want to try first.

You go on up.

Joe left. Good night.

Night. Frank headed over to Nancys computer and turned it on. He

logged on to the internet and typed in Daniel Morgan. He groaned asover two hundred entries popped up on screen. Apparently Daniel

Morgan was a fairly common name. Daniel Morgan, revolutionary

soldier. Dr. Daniel Morgan, plastic surgeon. DanielMorganMiddle School

. Nothing that would help him. Then some businesses. Morgans Motors.

Morgan, Morgan, and Farmer publishers. Morgan Mining, specializing in

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Frank was getting irritated by now. He knew Nancywasnt being stalked

by a revolutionary soldier, a plastic surgeon (he was too old, Frank had

checked), or an auto repair shop. He was positive that she wasnt being

stalked by a middle school. This was getting him nowhere.

Frank turned the computer off and looked at Nancy. She had shifted and

her shirt had slid up slightly, revealing her flat stomach. Her blond hair

framed her face. She looked serene, at ease for the first time in days.

Frank almost didnt want to disturb her, but he had to. If the stalker

came in the middle of the night, she would be a sitting duck down here.

He walked over to her and gently picked her up, resting her head on hisshoulder. Despite that she was only a few months younger than him; he

had little trouble carrying her up the stairs and into her room. As he bent

to put her on the bed, her eyes opened slowly and she smiled tiredly at

him. Thanks. she whispered, leaning toward him, their lips only inches

apart.

A flash of light illuminated the room and Frank and Nancy jerked apart.

That was no lightning, Nancythought. Her eyes met Franks, and she

knew they were both thinking the same thing. That light had come from

a flashbulb. Someone was photographing them!

CHAPTER 7

Nancys first instinct was to duck, but almost immediately she feltstupid. Being shot at with a camera was, of course, different than having

a gun shot at you. Camera flashes were still going off, one after another,

illuminating a tense-looking Frank. Before she knew what was going on,

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Nancyknew what to do next. She and Frank, without even consulting

each other, raced through the hallway and down the stairs. Nancyflung

open the front door, hurrying outside. Even in the darkness, she could

see a shiny metallic ladder propped under her window. A bag sat

underneath it, a camera flashbulb poking out from under the flap. Nancy

out of the corner of her eye, Nancysaw a black-clad figure disappear into

her backyard. She made a split-second decision to follow the figure and

come back for the camera later.

Nancypursued the figure into the backyard and was amazed by how

dark it was. An eerie, oppressing, shadowy kind of dark. As Nancystood

in the middle of the yard with no idea where the stalker had gone, she

realized that Frank wasnt behind her. She was alone.

Not entirely alone, she corrected herself as she heard a twig snap

somewhere to her far left. She sprinted in the direction of the sound, not

bothering to wait for Frank, wherever he was. The stalkers outline

appeared in front of her. She could hear his feet pounding the ground.

They were no longer in her backyard, but running through her

neighbors yards. The stalker made a sharp left turn and darted between

the houses, toward the street, where, to Nancys dismay, a car pulled up

along the curb. A silver car. A getaway car.

Nancys heart sank as the passenger door swung open and the figure

dove inside. The cars interior darkened again and the car sped away,

but not before a third person had taken another picture from the

backseat.

Nancywanted to scream. Or sob. How could she have let him get away?

Again! She was so frustrated with herself that she didnt even notice it

was raining until she was drenched. The silver car was long gone, but

Nancymuttered after it, Youd better run, because when I get my hands

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Nancystood, rooted to the spot and soaked to the bone. After a few

minutes, when she was done feeling sorry for herself, she looked down

at herself. Youre a mess, Drew. she said. Her soaked clothes were

plastered to her body, and her wet hair was dripping down her neck. She

realized that if she didnt get off the grass she would be ankle-deep in

mud. Before she could move, though, she heard footsteps, and a

flashlight beam swept over her.

Thinking the stalker was back, and not wanting him to have the

advantage, Nancybolted. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a

voice. Wait, Nan, its me!

Nancyturned and saw Frank jogging after her, flashing the light on

himself. He got away. she gasped.

I know. Frank said sadly. He looked around, but could only see

blackness. Look, lets discuss this back at the house before it starts

raining harder. Not that it could, he thought, listening to the sound of

the rain splashing off the pavement.

As Frank and Nancy walked toward her house, Frank said softly, I was

worried when I couldnt find you.

Nancywas touched by the raw emotion in his voice. Sorry. she

whispered.

Frank took her hand. It was cold as ice. He looked at her in the light of a

nearby streetlamp and noticed for the first time how wet she was.

Cold? he murmured. He knew her answer from the way she was

shaking.

Nancynodded. Frank noticed how wisps of wet hair stuck to her face.

Automatically, he reached over to brush them away and was amazed at

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Unthinkingly, Nancyleaned in. Their lips touched, softly. Warmth

washed through Nancys entire body. Her hands found their way up to

rest on his shoulders. Frank kissed her again, deeper this time. Frank...

Frank? Nancymurmured.

Mmm?

Youre wet.

Frank pulled back disbelievingly. So are you! he pointed out. They

stared at each other for a second, and then burst out laughing.

Wed better get out of the rain. Nancysaid when she had caught her

breath. Still smiling, the two went inside.

***

Five minutes later, Frank came downstairs in dry clothes. Nancywastalking on the phone and holding a cup of hot chocolate, and when she

saw Frank she covered the phone and said, I made you some too. she

said, gesturing to a steaming mug on the countertop. Frank smiled his

thanks, then took his mug and sat down, listening to Nancytalk.

Sam, really, Im fine. she was saying. Frank scowled.Sam.

She listened into the receiver for a minute, then said, Yes, Im annoyed,

but I did the best I could. I just called you because I thought youd like to

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Frank bit his lip and waited as Nancysaid goodbye and hung up. He and

Nancy went and sat on the couch in the living room. They sat in silence

until Frank took the plunge. Nan? he said. What happened tonight

does that mean were back together?

Nancychoked on a sip of hot chocolate. Frank waited anxiously while

Nancyhad a brief coughing fit. Regaining her composure, she exclaimed,

No!

Oh. Frank said, hurt. He hadnt expected her to say no.

Nancyglanced over at him. Real graceful, Drew, she thought. Let emdown easy. She really hadnt meant to be so blunt. Oops.

Frank rubbed the back of his neck. Good night. he said, ending the

conversation after an awkward silence. He stood up and left.

***

Nancywoke up early the next morning and got the envelope she had

been expecting in the mail. As usual, her name was scrawled on it in

blood-red ink, but this time, there was no note. Only pictures.

Shuffling through the pictures, she noted that they were all of her, her

house, or her car. One of her talking on the phone, sleeping on the couch,

with the Hardys, with Bess, with her father. One of her car parked

outside of the airport. Also, there were the ones taken last night; a few ofher and Frank in her bedroom, and one of her standing in the rain that

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Nancyshivered and looked around. She had been oblivious while most of

these photos were being taken; maybe she was being photographed

right now. It really bothered her to know that there was someone here,

someone she couldnt see, but they were still here

She almost had a heart attack when she heard Frank come down the

stairs, followed closely by Joe. Wordlessly, she handed the photos to

Frank, who flipped through them with a grim expression on his face.

Joe squinted at the pictures over Franks shoulder and inhaled sharply.

This is not good.

Think so? asked Nancy, whose face was buried in her hands.

CHAPTER 8

The phone rang, shattering the sullen silence in the Drew house. Nancy

stiffened before sighing and picking up the receiver. Hello?

The tension evaporated when she heard her fathers voice. Hi,

sweetheart, its me. How are you?

Nancy considered carefully for a moment before replying. Fine. Im still

getting those messages, but its nothing we cant handle. She looked up

to see Frank and Joe staring at her incredulously, but ignored them.

How are things up in D.C.? she asked brightly.

Were not doing so well. her father answered. It might take longer

than expected to clear this up. He paused, sounding uncomfortable. Are

you sure you can handle it? You really shouldnt shrug off death threats

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Really, Dad, everythings under control. You dont have to rush home.

Well be here. Nancy said reassuringly.

Okay, Carsonreplied, obviously still worried. But if you need me, just

call and Ill be there as soon as I can. Someone was calling his name in

the background. Sorry, honey, but I have to go. Call if anything happens,

okay?

Alright. said Nancy. Love you. Bye. she hung up and turned to face

the Hardys.

Under control? Joe said, quirking an eyebrow.

Nancy sighed. You dont understand. This case is really important to my

dad, and he has it hard enough without having to worry about me.

Maybe you need to be worried about! Frank exclaimed, running a hand

through his hair.

Maybe you do enough worrying for everybody! she retorted.

Shes got you there, bro. Joe said, neatly avoiding a standoff. When

Frank glared at him, he said to Nancy , But, um, we still have to be

careful. Frank didnt seem satisfied, but at least he stopped glaring.

Nancy opened her mouth, but before she could protest, the phone rang

again. She groaned impatiently and grabbed it. HELLO?

Nan ? It was her other best friend, George Fayne, evidently calling from

summer camp.

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Dont you whats up me, Nancy Drew! George said teasingly. I know

youre on a case.

Yeah? Nancy said amusedly.

Yup. I was talking to Bess. George replied. So are you gonna tell me

about it?

Nancy gave her a brief version of the phone calls, the letters, the break-

in, the dognapping, and the snake.

Aww. Poor Togo!

Poor Togo ? Whatabout me? Nancy laughed.

Well, youre used to it by now, right? Nancy could hear George

grinning. And I also heard that Franks with you. she added

suggestively.

Nancy could feel her face reddening. Honestly, she thought. Yes, theyre

here. She said carefully, seeing as that they were watching her.

In the room with you, huh? George asked merrily. Suddenly her

demeanor changed. In a somber voice, she asked, Is there anything I can

do to help? I mean, from up here in Havenwood Tennis Camp?

Nancy smiled at her willingness to help. Not unless you know who

Daniel Morgan is. she said dryly.

Wait, Daniel Morgan George thought for a minute, and then

exclaimed something in an excited voice that the Hardys couldnt make

out.


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They watched the blood drain from Nancy s face. Oh my gosh, youre

right! she murmured in an upset voice. Oh, gosh Yeah, thanks, George,

youre the best Bye. Nancyhung up and fell into a nearby chair. I

know who Daniel Morgan is. she told Frank and Joe in a breathless

voice.

Frank was concerned by her paleness. Are you okay, Nan?

Nancy either didnt hear him or chose to ignore him. She launched right

into her explanation while the Hardys listened attentively. A couple of

years ago, Ned, George, and I were in Colorado visiting one of Neds high

school friends. Bess was supposed to go, but she got sick at the lastminute... oh never mind! Anyway, Neds friend- his name was Eric- had

an older brother who worked in a mining company as a land surveyor.

Weird things started happening at this company, embezzlement was

discovered, and Erics brother- I forget his name, Richard, maybe? - Well,

the brother got framed for the crime. George, Ned, and I stepped in to

clear him, of course, and, eventually, we found out that the embezzler

was none other than Colleen Morgan, the owners wife. Mr. Morgan had

no idea, and he was so ashamed... Colleen went to jail, and I think Mr.

Morgan, er, it might have been Mr. Christopher Morgan, I think he filed

for divorce

Joe cut in. Is Daniel Morgan their son?

Yes, Nancyreplied. He must be. I never met him, though. He was away

while I was there. I think he was visiting his grandparents in Guatemala

or Yugoslavia or China or something.

Frankrecalled something he had read last night on the internet. Morgan

Mining, specializing in anthracite coal. he murmured thoughtfully.

Nancy gave him a look. Right.


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RING.

Geez, Nan, your phone bills gonna be through the roof! Joe said

jokingly.

It doesnt usually ring this much. Nancyreplied. Im thinking of getting

it disconnected! Nevertheless, she answered it, only to hear the sinister

voice that had been haunting her since she had first heard it.

Congratulations, NancyDrew. the voice wheezed.

Nancy decided to try for a reaction. Hello, Daniel. she said calmly. Shepushed the speakerphone button so the Hardys could hear.

The voice gave an evil laugh. Youre such a hot-shot detective; I knew

you would get it eventually. Shame its too late for you to do anything

about it. The voice- Daniels voice- resumed its spine-chilling cackling.

Nancy glanced at Frank, who was staring at the phone with a furious lookon his face.

Nancy s eyes widened as Daniel continued ominously. Oh, Miss Drew,

you were so close to getting full marks... My grandparents live in

California , not China .

CHAPTER 9

Nancys lips tightened, and her brain snapped into action. If he could

hear her comment, it must mean that her house was bugged. Either that,

or he was in the vicinity somewhere She didnt like either choice.

Just leave her alone! Frank was saying angrily into the phone.


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Nancyshuddered as Daniels cold voice laughed once again. Ah, Frank

Hardy. I thought Joe was the hot-headed one. But then, what else could I

expect from Nancys- Nancysilently hung up the phone before he could

finish his sentence.

She turned to Frank and Joe. I think we all know what we need to do.

she said quietly. Frank and Joe nodded and began to search the room

while Nancypicked up the phone receiver again and unscrewed it. As

she expected, a small metal microphone winked up at her, a microphone

that wasnt supposed to be there. She plucked it out and silently handed

it to Frank, cursing herself for not thinking to search for bugs in the first

place.

Frank took the bug, glancing at Nancyworriedly. He knew this entire

fiasco was working on her nerves. What should wedo with it? he

mouthed. Nancymerely shrugged.

Joe was having trouble removing a bug he had found puttied under the

kitchen table. He carefully extracted it from the sticky substance and

placed it next to the one Nancyhad found.

When they were done bug-hunting, they had a total of six bugs lying on

the kitchen counter. The two they had found in the kitchen, plus one

from the den, one from the living room, one from Nancys bedroom, and

one from the room the Hardys shared. But what to do with them?

Outside, away from the bugs, they discussed a solution.

I hope we got them all. Joe said tiredly. Bugs were tricky; it had taken

nearly two hours to find the ones they had.

Me too. Nancysaid. But lets face it, Daniel knew that we would find

the bugs. That must mean he doesnt need them anymore. Then she

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Frank nodded. He did make the fact that the place was bugged pretty

obvious.

Joe shrugged. Maybe hes justnuts.

I hope not. Nancysaid flatly. The crazy ones are the ones that scare

me.

I know what you mean. Joe stated. Theyre so ruthless, and you cant

reason with them.

Frank scowled at his brother. Couldnt he see that Nancywas already on

edge without him scaring her? He broke in. What will we do with all

those bugs?

We could smash them. Joe suggested.

Nancygrinned. She didnt know what Frank would do if Joe tried to

smash the expensive electronic bugs. Hed always had a weakness fortechnology. Or we could bring them to the police station. she said,

more to Frank than Joe. Sam goes on duty in about twenty minutes. she

added. Frank couldnt believe she knew that off-hand, but given the

choice between smashing the bugs or giving them to Sam, he chose the

latter.

Alright, Joe said. lets go.

No way. Nancysaid. We arent all going. If we leave my house alone,

who knows what kind of scum will be in it when we get back! Ill stay

here.

Not alone. Frank said sternly. Ill stay too. You okay going to the

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Sure, Joe said. He retrieved the bugs and made to get in the rental car.

You can take mine, Joe. Nancysaid quickly, tossing him the keys to the

Mustang.

Thanks. Joe said, catching them easily. You sure youre okay here?

Frank and Nancy nodded. As the car sped out of the driveway, Frank

asked, Why your car?

Nancyshrugged uneasily. I had a hunch. She walked to the rental

which was parked on the street, and slowly, carefully, lifted the hood.

She gasped and took a step back. I was right. she murmured in horror.

Frank stepped up and saw the delicate web of wires which had been

placed under the hood by someone- Daniel Morgan, no doubt. A bomb.

Frank turned to Nancy. Joe could have beenor you

Or you. Nancyfinished. It could have been anyone. Do you think it

will blow up by itself, or is it wired to blow when the car door opens or

something?

Frank had a lot of experience with bombs, so after a few minutes of

careful examination, he informed Nancythat it wasnt going to detonate

until a key was turned in the ignition.

Oh, god. Nancymurmured, her face in her hands. She had only just

realized what could have happened. He tried to kill me, and now hes

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Frank nodded calmly, although his face was a shade paler than usual. I

think we should wait for Joe to get back with the police before we do

anything. I could probably deactivate the bomb if I had to, but I dont

really want to chance it.

Nancystood straight and collected herself before opening the car door as

Frank watched in horror. Relax. she smiled. Im only locking the

doors. What we dont need is for anyone to set off the bomb

accidentally. She stepped away from the car and shut the door. Then

she hooked her arm into Franks and led him back up to the house.

Youre amazing, Nan. Frank said slowly. How did you know about thebomb?

Nancylooked him in the eyes. I expected him to try something like this.

I was worried that he was going to try to kill you and Joe. she said softly.

Its harder for him to mess with my head while you guys are around.

Frank noticed that her eyes were brimming with tears, and he pulled her

into his arms. You dont have to be strong all the time, you know. hewhispered into her ear. She nodded noiselessly, and Frank could feel

her tears through his sweater.

Nancyfelt better after a short cry, and she and Frank curled up on the

couch without talking. Neither of them felt the need to talk. Nancy

leaned into Franks chest; her arms were around his waist and his arm

was draped over her shoulders. She sighed quietly. For the time being, it

didnt matter that she was being chased by a homicidal maniac or that he

had just tried to blow up her friends. It didnt even matter that she and

Frank werent officially together anymore. She couldnt deny it; she just

loved being with him.

Youre so perfect.


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Frank quirked an eyebrow. You said that out loud. he informed her.

Did I? Rats.

You bet. Frank teased. But, if it makes you feel better, you arent so

bad yourself.

Well, thanks! Nancygrumbled good-naturedly.

The door opened suddenly, causing Nancy and Frank to jump up. Besss

head poked in, promptly followed by the rest of her. Hi guys! she said

brightly. She glanced pointedly at Frank, who still had an arm around

Nancy. Guess Id better start knocking, huh? she added sheepishly.

Its okay, Bess, Nancysaid unblushingly. You just scared us; I am being

stalked by a lunatic, you know!

Gotcha. Bess grinned.

Soon Nancys Mustang pulled into the driveway, followed by a police car

containing Sam and his partner, Officer Lisa Sheffield, a short brunette

girl with gray eyes who looked to be about two years younger than Sam.

Together, Frank and Nancy explained about the bomb and Officer

Sheffield made a call to the police station for bomb technicians, who

arrived shortly thereafter and disabled the bomb as Frank, Nancy, Joe,

and Bess watched.

They were so busy outside, in fact, that no one heard the phone ring. No

one heard the answering machine pick up, and no one heard the

ominous message that was left.


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I see your friends are in luck, Nancy Drew. They didnt die todayyet.

Fear not, though, for the hour draws near, Nancy Drew. The hour draws

near

CHAPTER 10

The deactivation of the car bomb was further complicated by a freak

rainstorm. As Nancytrudged inside with her friends, she noted how well

the weather matched her mood.

The group, which consisted of Nancy, Bess, the two Hardys, Detective

Sam Fanelli, and his partner, Lisa Sheffield, waited tensely in the kitchen

for the bomb technicians to finish their job.

Apparently someone had filled Officer Sheffield in, because she asked no

questions and restlessly paced the floor. Sorry, she apologized. Im

justnervous, I guess. Im new on the force, and this is my first real call.

The rest of the group nodded wanly at her explanation. It had been along weekend.

Joe suddenly jumped up. I think Ill go see whats taking so long. Lisa

immediately volunteered to go with him; she was obviously as impatient

as he.

A tense stillness filled the room after they left. Nobody had anything

cheerful to say, so they kept their mouths shut.

After what seemed like an eternity, Nancyspotted a gleam in Besss eyes

as they darted from her to Frank. Sure enough, she stood up, saying, I

dont think it should take this long! Were going out to see whats up.

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Nancysnorted at Bess. Dont worry; you arent being obvious at all!

The door slammed shut behind them, and several seconds later Nancy

and Frank heard a muffled scream.

Bess! they chorused, racing to the door. No one was in sight.

No one! exclaimed Frank. The bomb technicians were no longer

outside, and Bess, Joe, Sam, and Lisa were nowhere to be seen. Frank

grabbed for the doorknob, but Nancyseized his arm.

You cant go out there! she gasped urgently. What if you disappeartoo? Her eyes looked haunted, and there was more panic in them than

he had ever seen.

I wont. Frank assured her. Then, however, their attention was

diverted as the lights went out. Sure enough, the rainstorm had evolved

into a full blown thunderstorm.

Perfect. Nancygroaned. I have a flashlight upstairs. Ill go get it. She

looked back at Frank. Please dont leave while Im gone. she begged

fearfully.

Frank was torn. His brother was out there somewhere, and Frank was

fairly sure he was in trouble. However, there was no way he was leaving

Nancyalone. He smiled at her weakly. Ill do you one better. he said.

Ill come with you.

Nancylooked grateful. Thank you. She led the way upstairs and found

the flashlight. Feeling safer with the light, she asked, Should we call the

police?


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I dont know. Frank admitted. The police are already here. At least,

they were!

Nancypicked up the phone and listened for a dial tone. Her voice

quavered as she said, I dont think we have that problem anymore. She

handed him the receiver. Its dead.

Frank listened, stifled a curse, and hung up. No power, no phone, no

backup Looks like its just us.

Nancywas about to agree, but then froze. She put a finger to her lips.

A crisp, lonely noise cut through the air. Somebody was whistling, and it

was coming from downstairs!

Nancy and Frank looked at each other in alarm. Hes down there. Nancy

murmured.

And were trapped up here. Unless you want to chance climbing out awindow? Frank said softly.

I dont want to be out there any more than I want to be in here. Who

knows what happened to Joe and Bess! Nancymuttered frantically. She

paled visibly as the whistling drew louder. The whistler was coming

closer! His tune was slow and sad, and incredibly terrifying. Oh, god,

Frank. Hes coming upstairs!

We have two choices. said Frank, ever calm. We can try to hide, or

confront him.

Nancyshuddered. We cant hide. Frank suspected that her eyes were

full of tears.


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The whistling stopped abruptly. Come out, Nancy Drew! I know youre

here!

No Nancywhimpered.

Frank wrapped his arms around her. Should we go face him?

A change came over Nancy. She wiped her eyes, and her composure

seemed to return to her. What if, she askedcuriously, I go down now,

and you stay here and be my backup?

Frank didnt like the way this was going. No. he said firmly. This guy iscrazy! You cant go down there alone!

Yes, Frank, I can! Nancysaid, a little coolly. Look, if I have todie I dont

want it to be hiding behind you!

Frank raised his eyebrows. Youre not going to die, Nan. People like us

dont die. He knew it wasnt true, but that was how it felt. People likeNancy, Joe, and him were invincible.

Theres a first time for everything. Nancycountered. Frank, cant you

just stay here and be safe?

Thats the way I feel about you.

Nancys cheeks burned. We dont have much time. How about if I go

down and you wait a bit, so you can help if I get into trouble?

Okay. Frank still didnt like it, but it was the only compromise they

would be able to reach.

Nancy! Dont make me come up there! The whistler warned smugly.


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Nancyreached for the doorknob, a steely look of determination in her

eyes. As she turned it, she paused, just for a second.

Be careful, Nan.

That was what did it. She turned and ran back to him, throwing her arms

around his neck. And then she kissed him, urgently and passionately,

until they heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. She drew away. I

will. Then she stepped quickly into the hall, towards possible death, and

leaving a confused and very worried Frank behind.

CHAPTER 11

Joe awoke to a dull throbbing in his head. Ow, he thought, wake up and

smell the chloroform! After his eyes were properly focused, he glanced

down to confirm that his wrists and ankles were tied. They were.

Trying to ignore the pain in his head, he took in his surroundings. He

was in a dark, enclosed space, probably the back of a truck, he guessed.He could tell that it was moving, too, hearing the crunch of gravel under

the tires.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could make out other figures also

bound and lying on the floor. Squinting at the faces, he could see that one

was Bess. That surprised him. When had they gotten her? He supposed

that Officer Sheffield was probably here too somewhere.

Impatiently, he searched for Frank or Nancy, realizing that they would

better be able to help him than anyone else, but they didnt appear to be

here. Sighing, he scooted over to the nearest figure- Bess- and elbowed

her gently. Bess? Bess, wake up! He leaned over and put his ear near

her mouth. She was breathing slowly and peacefully, still under the

effect of the chloroform. Come on, Bess!


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She didnt move. Officer Sheffield? Joe called. Wake up! Bess? Lisa?

Anyone?

Nobody stirred. Joe groaned. He was going to have to do this on his own.

If only he could get free of these ropes! He grinned suddenly as he

remembered the lockpicking kit hidden in his shoe. There was a

miniature saw in it that he could use to cut the ropes. Twisting around,

he endeavored to reach it and failed. It would take someone else to get it.

If only someone else were awake!

Scooting over to the next figure, Lisa, he first checked to make sure she

was breathing. She was, and he reached for her belt as best he could withhis hands bound. Hopefully there was something attached to the belt

that would enable him to cut the ropes. He felt the holster, but her gun

was gone. Of course, their assailants wouldnt let them keep their

weapons. The other attachments were also missing.

Just then Joe spotted a third figure- a mans. Frank? A closer inspection

revealed that it wasnt Frank, but Sam. Sam was also breathing, and

stubbornly unconscious. Sam! Joe shook him urgently, and a blue lightappeared beneath him. Joe was puzzled for a minute before he realized it

was Sams watch glowing.

Peering at it, he saw that hed only been out for twenty or twenty-five

minutes, not long for chloroform, he thought. He wondered if he was

becoming immune to chloroform. That would explain why no one else

would wake.

He checked Sams belt the same way hed checked Lisas, finding nothing

but Sams retractable metal baton. Thats weird, he thought. Did they just

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Hearing wheezing from the corner, he followed the sound to another pile

of bodies. The bomb technicians. Their belts had also been stripped of

any useful instruments.

He heard a rustle in the back of the truck. A frightened voice echoed

through the truck. Nancy?

Bess! Joe said in relief. Youre awake!

Joe? Is that you? Bess asked in a small voice.Im over here. Im tied

up.

Joe started crawling over to Bess. Dont worry, Bess. Just lie still; the

headache will start to

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