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He saw Joe standing by the Hardy van. He trotted over to him.
"What is this club?" Joe asked.
"For future white-collar criminals," Frank said. "Dwight Trilby is a regular here. He was in the place the night my roommate Arnie lost his keys. And he left here and came back at one point during the night."
"That's great, Frank, but somehow I don't think it'll hold up in court."
"Well, it's a start. The guy is a real slime ball, and I think we should keep an eye on him. See if you can dig up anything from your end—talk to Mr. Trilby, check into Dwight's accounts."
"Will do!" said Joe. "Want a lift back to campus?"
"I'll drive," said Frank, hopping into the driver's seat.
"Hey, wait a min—" Joe said, starting to protest.
"Come on, you've been using it all week. Anyway, you drive like a stockcar racer." Frank started up the van. "Now get in. I'll drive us to the back entrance of Mansfield Hall. We don't want any of the wrong people seeing you. Then you can take the van home with you."
"I'm touched by your generosity," Joe said. "By the way, how'd the exam go this afternoon?"
"At least a B plus," said Frank with a grin. "I'm a pretty good test taker."
Frank drove into campus. As he pulled quietly around Mansfield Hall, Joe said, "I think you ought to do some legwork on this Wilson character. He — "
"Shhhh!" Frank said. "What's going on here?" In front of them was an old foreign sports car. A familiar-looking student was walking from the car to the dorm, with an armload of boxes. When he saw Frank and Joe's van, he froze.
"Jed?" Frank called. "Is that you?"
At that, Jed threw his boxes back into the car, jumped into the front seat, and tore away into the night.
"Hey! That's the kid that guy Barry was beating up for laughing about his radio! That's Jed Wilson? What's he up to?" Joe asked.
"Buckle your seat belt," Frank said to Joe. "We're about to find out."
The van's tires squealed as Frank gunned the accelerator.
"Step on it, Frank! He's got a big head start!"
Frank and Joe sped through the campus after Jed. Frank flicked on his brights. He saw Jed's car screeching around the administration building toward the front gate.
"Hang on!" Frank shouted. He drove toward the building at top speed. The van lurched to the right as he swung left around the building. Cutting across the lawn, Frank headed straight for the gate.
But by this time, Jed was outside on the road, past the gate. He had stopped his car and hopped out. As the van raced toward him, Jed grabbed the gate and swung it closed.
"Look out, Frank! That's wrought iron!" Joe yelled.
"I can't stop!" Frank shouted back.
Chapter 11
FRANK PRESSED ON the brakes. The van skidded to one side, then the other. Frank realized they were going to crash. In a split second, he yanked the steering wheel sharply to the right. The van veered away from the gate and onto the lawn. It ripped across the grass, straight toward a tall hedge.
"Where are we going?" asked Joe in a panic.
"He took the high road, and we'll take the low!" said Frank. The van crashed through hedge and onto a side street.
"Much easier on the grillwork," said Frank as he drove toward the main road. "Now, which way did he go?"
"Toward Kirkland, I think!" Joe said. The air filled with the smell of burning rubber as Frank stepped on the gas.
They careened around a bend in the road. Frank eased up on the pedal. Then he moved his foot to gun the accelerator again—until he saw that he was about fifty feet from a line of cars stopped at a light.
"Stop! Stop!" Joe screamed. Frank hit the brake and the brothers jerked forward. The van's tires left long, black lines as it headed straight for the last car.
"Detour!" Frank said. He steered the van onto the shoulder of the road, where it came to a stop in the tall grass.
"Hey, where'd you get your license — a department store?" one driver shouted back at them.
The light ahead of the cars had turned green. Slowly the long line began to snake
"What is this club?" Joe asked.
"For future white-collar criminals," Frank said. "Dwight Trilby is a regular here. He was in the place the night my roommate Arnie lost his keys. And he left here and came back at one point during the night."
"That's great, Frank, but somehow I don't think it'll hold up in court."
"Well, it's a start. The guy is a real slime ball, and I think we should keep an eye on him. See if you can dig up anything from your end—talk to Mr. Trilby, check into Dwight's accounts."
"Will do!" said Joe. "Want a lift back to campus?"
"I'll drive," said Frank, hopping into the driver's seat.
"Hey, wait a min—" Joe said, starting to protest.
"Come on, you've been using it all week. Anyway, you drive like a stockcar racer." Frank started up the van. "Now get in. I'll drive us to the back entrance of Mansfield Hall. We don't want any of the wrong people seeing you. Then you can take the van home with you."
"I'm touched by your generosity," Joe said. "By the way, how'd the exam go this afternoon?"
"At least a B plus," said Frank with a grin. "I'm a pretty good test taker."
Frank drove into campus. As he pulled quietly around Mansfield Hall, Joe said, "I think you ought to do some legwork on this Wilson character. He — "
"Shhhh!" Frank said. "What's going on here?" In front of them was an old foreign sports car. A familiar-looking student was walking from the car to the dorm, with an armload of boxes. When he saw Frank and Joe's van, he froze.
"Jed?" Frank called. "Is that you?"
At that, Jed threw his boxes back into the car, jumped into the front seat, and tore away into the night.
"Hey! That's the kid that guy Barry was beating up for laughing about his radio! That's Jed Wilson? What's he up to?" Joe asked.
"Buckle your seat belt," Frank said to Joe. "We're about to find out."
The van's tires squealed as Frank gunned the accelerator.
"Step on it, Frank! He's got a big head start!"
Frank and Joe sped through the campus after Jed. Frank flicked on his brights. He saw Jed's car screeching around the administration building toward the front gate.
"Hang on!" Frank shouted. He drove toward the building at top speed. The van lurched to the right as he swung left around the building. Cutting across the lawn, Frank headed straight for the gate.
But by this time, Jed was outside on the road, past the gate. He had stopped his car and hopped out. As the van raced toward him, Jed grabbed the gate and swung it closed.
"Look out, Frank! That's wrought iron!" Joe yelled.
"I can't stop!" Frank shouted back.
Chapter 11
FRANK PRESSED ON the brakes. The van skidded to one side, then the other. Frank realized they were going to crash. In a split second, he yanked the steering wheel sharply to the right. The van veered away from the gate and onto the lawn. It ripped across the grass, straight toward a tall hedge.
"Where are we going?" asked Joe in a panic.
"He took the high road, and we'll take the low!" said Frank. The van crashed through hedge and onto a side street.
"Much easier on the grillwork," said Frank as he drove toward the main road. "Now, which way did he go?"
"Toward Kirkland, I think!" Joe said. The air filled with the smell of burning rubber as Frank stepped on the gas.
They careened around a bend in the road. Frank eased up on the pedal. Then he moved his foot to gun the accelerator again—until he saw that he was about fifty feet from a line of cars stopped at a light.
"Stop! Stop!" Joe screamed. Frank hit the brake and the brothers jerked forward. The van's tires left long, black lines as it headed straight for the last car.
"Detour!" Frank said. He steered the van onto the shoulder of the road, where it came to a stop in the tall grass.
"Hey, where'd you get your license — a department store?" one driver shouted back at them.
The light ahead of the cars had turned green. Slowly the long line began to snake
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