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I've got him in control!" Frank hoped he was telling the truth.
Timidly, Callie walked toward the door. As she moved, though, the dog lunged.
Whack! Frank slammed the stick down in the dog's path. The dog backed off, and Frank lifted the stick into the air again. The dog's eyes followed the stick, and it braced itself as if to run.
This is interesting, Frank thought. He began waving the stick slowly in the air. The dog's tail began to wag. Then Frank jerked the stick suddenly to one side, and the dog practically leapt off the ground in the same direction. '.
"Careful, Frank!" Callie called to him. "It might be part Doberman, or German shepherd — "
"Or retriever!" Frank shouted. He flung the branch clear across the street. Like a shot, the dog darted across after it.
Frank ran to the gate and slammed it shut. He turned to Callie and wiped his hands. "Luckily, that dog is all teeth and no brains!"
Together, Frank and Callie read the scrawled handwriting on the yellow sheet taped to the door:
Dear Simon,
Am at mall, fourth floor. There may actually be a shooting today. See you at 6.
T. G.
"This guy is stupider than I thought," Frank said. "How could he leave a more obvious clue?"
"Come on! Let's catch him before he kills somebody!" Callie raced to the front gate, only to stop short.'
Waiting on the other side of the gate, the branch clenched between its teeth, was the black dog. "Oh, why don't you go first, Frank? It seems to like you more," Callie suggested. Frank opened the gate and let the dog in. Quickly Callie scooted out to her car. Then Frank pulled the branch from the dog's mouth and tossed it up to the front door of the house. As the dog tore away, Frank shut the gate and jumped into the van.
Callie followed Frank to the Bayport Mall. They parked in the indoor lot and ran toward the mall elevator, just as the door was about to close on a tightly packed group of people.
"Excuse us!" Frank said as he pulled open the doors. He and Callie jammed inside, drawing a earful of dirty looks.
"Four, please," Callie said pleasantly. A skinny, sour-faced man grumbled and pushed four.
The trip to the top seemed to take forever. On each floor, the elevator stopped to let off someone from the back.
Frank and Callie leaned forward as the doors finally opened on the fourth floor. But a bearded man held out his hand, preventing them from getting off the elevator.
At the same time two gunshots rang out. Behind the bearded man, a man in a dark blue suit was running as if his life depended on it.
Chasing after him, with an automatic pistol, was Edwin Squinder.
Chapter 11
"Stop him!" Callie screamed. She lunged forward.
"No, Callie! He's got a gun!" Frank yelled. Ignoring Frank, and pushing aside the bearded man, Callie ran straight for Squinder. Shoppers screamed and hit the floor as Squinder ran past them. His face was twisted with grim determination, his eyes focused on the man in the suit. He didn't even see Callie as she stuck out her foot in his path.
"Wh - o - o - oa!" Squinder let out a helpless yelp as he stumbled against Callie's foot. He tumbled onto the floor, and his gun went flying into the air. Huddled against the store windows, the shoppers gasped in horror.
"Cut!" a voice rang out. "Who's the girl?" "I don't know, Jerry!" the bearded man by the elevator said. "She ran right past me!" Callie looked around. Bright white lights shone down on her from all corners of the mall. Sm along the floor were thick electrical cords, and groups of people laughed at her from behind TV cameras. One of them screamed out, "I think we should keep it, Jerry! She's great!"
"Okay, break!" the first voice said impatiently. "Clear the area, will you? We'll shoot again at ten."
Murmuring and snickering, the shoppers got up from the floor and walked over to a table full of snacks and soft drinks.
Callie gulped. Her face turned red as the bearded man approached her. "Okay, kid, you just broke up our scene and made me
Timidly, Callie walked toward the door. As she moved, though, the dog lunged.
Whack! Frank slammed the stick down in the dog's path. The dog backed off, and Frank lifted the stick into the air again. The dog's eyes followed the stick, and it braced itself as if to run.
This is interesting, Frank thought. He began waving the stick slowly in the air. The dog's tail began to wag. Then Frank jerked the stick suddenly to one side, and the dog practically leapt off the ground in the same direction. '.
"Careful, Frank!" Callie called to him. "It might be part Doberman, or German shepherd — "
"Or retriever!" Frank shouted. He flung the branch clear across the street. Like a shot, the dog darted across after it.
Frank ran to the gate and slammed it shut. He turned to Callie and wiped his hands. "Luckily, that dog is all teeth and no brains!"
Together, Frank and Callie read the scrawled handwriting on the yellow sheet taped to the door:
Dear Simon,
Am at mall, fourth floor. There may actually be a shooting today. See you at 6.
T. G.
"This guy is stupider than I thought," Frank said. "How could he leave a more obvious clue?"
"Come on! Let's catch him before he kills somebody!" Callie raced to the front gate, only to stop short.'
Waiting on the other side of the gate, the branch clenched between its teeth, was the black dog. "Oh, why don't you go first, Frank? It seems to like you more," Callie suggested. Frank opened the gate and let the dog in. Quickly Callie scooted out to her car. Then Frank pulled the branch from the dog's mouth and tossed it up to the front door of the house. As the dog tore away, Frank shut the gate and jumped into the van.
Callie followed Frank to the Bayport Mall. They parked in the indoor lot and ran toward the mall elevator, just as the door was about to close on a tightly packed group of people.
"Excuse us!" Frank said as he pulled open the doors. He and Callie jammed inside, drawing a earful of dirty looks.
"Four, please," Callie said pleasantly. A skinny, sour-faced man grumbled and pushed four.
The trip to the top seemed to take forever. On each floor, the elevator stopped to let off someone from the back.
Frank and Callie leaned forward as the doors finally opened on the fourth floor. But a bearded man held out his hand, preventing them from getting off the elevator.
At the same time two gunshots rang out. Behind the bearded man, a man in a dark blue suit was running as if his life depended on it.
Chasing after him, with an automatic pistol, was Edwin Squinder.
Chapter 11
"Stop him!" Callie screamed. She lunged forward.
"No, Callie! He's got a gun!" Frank yelled. Ignoring Frank, and pushing aside the bearded man, Callie ran straight for Squinder. Shoppers screamed and hit the floor as Squinder ran past them. His face was twisted with grim determination, his eyes focused on the man in the suit. He didn't even see Callie as she stuck out her foot in his path.
"Wh - o - o - oa!" Squinder let out a helpless yelp as he stumbled against Callie's foot. He tumbled onto the floor, and his gun went flying into the air. Huddled against the store windows, the shoppers gasped in horror.
"Cut!" a voice rang out. "Who's the girl?" "I don't know, Jerry!" the bearded man by the elevator said. "She ran right past me!" Callie looked around. Bright white lights shone down on her from all corners of the mall. Sm along the floor were thick electrical cords, and groups of people laughed at her from behind TV cameras. One of them screamed out, "I think we should keep it, Jerry! She's great!"
"Okay, break!" the first voice said impatiently. "Clear the area, will you? We'll shoot again at ten."
Murmuring and snickering, the shoppers got up from the floor and walked over to a table full of snacks and soft drinks.
Callie gulped. Her face turned red as the bearded man approached her. "Okay, kid, you just broke up our scene and made me
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