About the Book
Wait a sec. I
mean, how could that even happen? Who told the gang about the money? And those
Bronx accents, that's another thing. Did the men really come all the way to
little old Prescott... from New York City... to execute a perfect kidnapping?
Then there's the mystery man who arrives late to the party. Who is he and
what's his role? Is he the elusive mastermind, or is it someone else? (Just the
idea of it gives Kathy a headache.) Is he the one responsible for such an
elaborate plan? If so, he must be one very smart individual, indeed - he
manages to fool the FBI and Detective Ryan. The mystery searchers take on one
of their most dramatic cases ever. As usual, the foursome utilizes technology
to break the case wide open, but Pete's impulsiveness gets him into a world of
trouble. Then, finally, the car door opens and there sits the elusive
mastermind! Who would have ever guessed his identity?
Excerpt
In complete
darkness, the mystery searchers crouched beside the Mustang and talked next
moves.
“Time to call
for the troops,” Suzanne said, pulling out her cellphone.
“Wait a sec,”
Pete said. “How do we know he’s home? He could’ve just circled the block while
we were turning around back there. Maybe he’s on his way to Alaska and left the
light on to fake us out.”
“Alaska?” His
sister gave him some serious side-eye. “Where did that come from?”
“Just saying.”
“Well, don’t.”
“Google says
this is where he lives,” Suzanne insisted. “The chances are pretty good he’s in
the garage counting money right now.”
“What’s your
point, Pete?” Tom asked quietly.
“I don’t like
it. How stupid would we look if the guy’s already taken a hike?”
“Excuse me,”
Kathy protested. “We should have called Detective Ryan half an hour ago.”
“What would he
do?” Pete argued. “Just what we’re doing—hanging around to see if another gang
member shows. But he’d also creep over there and make sure he’s home. Which is
precisely what I’m gonna do.”
“Or no you’re
not!” Kathy cried out.
“You can’t be
serious!” Suzanne gasped. “Detective Ryan will skin us alive. We need to call
him—now.”
“Watch me!”
Pete bolted out from behind the car, crossed the gravel road, and jumped over
an old wooden fence. He began a two-hundred-yard dash to the homestead, ducking
low all the way.
Just as he
reached the driveway, an automatic yard light triggered.
“Oh, Lord,”
Kathy moaned.
An illuminated
view of the cottage revealed a junkyard out front with a couple of
stripped-down cars wasting away in weeds. What appeared to be an old washing
machine and a rust-stained dryer sat between them. It was easy to see that the
bungalow had seen better days.
“Now there’s a
house that needs a paint job,” Suzanne quipped.
Pete hustled
over to the right side of the cottage. The other three held their collective
breath—Kathy in mute terror—as her brother peered into a kitchen window. It
appeared to have closed curtains, but he turned their way and gave a thumbs up:
He’s home. He disappeared around the corner of the house. The yard light faded
away. It took seconds for their eyes to adjust to the darkness, then . . .
nothing.
The threesome waited for another three minutes before Suzanne touched the screen on her cellphone.
Available on Amazon
About the
Series
Available on Amazon
Author Barry Forbes
Website ~~ Facebook ~~ Instagram
These books sound fun.
ReplyDeletesounds interesting
ReplyDeleteI liked the excerpt.
ReplyDelete