Monday, November 6, 2017

Chapter 13: The Best Kind of Friend…



“But I still don’t understand!”
Tracy smiled patiently at her friend.  The girls were at an Ihop in Omaha, busy enjoying a bunch of pancakes for breakfast.  Somehow, Sarah had managed to get some sleep after her adventure of the night before, but she hadn’t stopped thinking over the case.
Yawning, Tracy gave her reply.  “It’s quite simple, really.  Just what couldn’t you figure out?”
“Well—well, first of all, DeHaan.  How did Burks disappear?”
“He was never in the room to begin with.”
What???  Sarah was flabbergasted.  “But—but I saw him—”
“Of course you saw him.”  Tracy smiled.  “DeHaan saw him too, and so did I.  Only, Burks personally wasn’t in the room.  That was just a holographic image.”
“You can do that?” said Sarah.
“Sure, we have the technology,” said Tracy.
“But wait a second,” said Sarah.  “He—I mean, his chair shifted back when he stood up—”
“We had that on rollers,” said Tracy.  “Burks was sitting at an identical desk in a chair that was exactly the same size.  When he pushed his chair back, the chair in that room shifted back in identical motion.  Other than that, you’ll notice that he didn’t touch anything in the room.  He never held the disk, for example, and he didn’t shake hands with you.  Not because he was sick—”
“But because he wasn’t there,” said Sarah.  “OK, that makes sense.  Now, how did you suspect DeHaan?”
“That’s not too tough, either,” said Tracy.  “You see, when there’s a leak in our department, we have measures in place to get rid of it.  Plenty of units start working on the leak, but they all do so secretly.  We don’t even report to our department heads, just in case they themselves happen to be the leak.
“Well, my unit discovered that DeHaan had been involved in or had access to all the secrets that had been leaked.  He wasn’t the only one who had, but he was the highest-ranked, which meant he didn’t have to answer for as many of his actions.  We started watching him, and our suspicions mounted, but we didn’t have any definite proof—until your dad was contacted about the disk.  We didn’t know for sure he’d be on it, but we were pretty certain, so we made sure he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone if we were right.”
“In that case, though,” said Sarah, “why let him in on this to begin with?”
“So he wouldn’t know he was suspected,” said Tracy.  “What better way to keep someone from getting suspicious than asking them to help you investigate the case?  DeHaan, for his part, was certain he could win because Menace was such an established organization.  He didn’t realize our every move was plotted to keep him from winning.”
“But he could have killed me when I was running around Omaha.”
“You weren’t in much danger, there—”
“Not much!” Sarah exclaimed.  “What do you mean, not much?  If I hadn’t stumbled across that theater—”
“You didn’t stumble across it,” said Tracy.  “You were led there!”
“Led there?  LED THERE?  Tracy, that clue wasn’t very helpful—”
“That clue wasn’t the only thing that led you there.  Several of our agents helped you along the way.”
“I wish I’d seen some of them,” Sarah snorted.  “When I got off that bus, I immediately started getting chased by a lady with a fake baby carriage—”
“—now, she was with Menace—”
“Yes, I kind of figured that out.  I cut through a restaurant, started being chased by two other guys, and ran up into a hotel—”
“Did you see a couple ‘workmen’ on the roof?”
“Why, yes!” said Sarah.
“Those were our agents.”
“They were?” said Sarah.  “I thought they were just—”
“They were up there to make sure the door to the roof was open, so you could jump to the parking garage.  I knew if you went that route, you’d think of it.”
“Well, yes, I did jump to the garage,” said Sarah, “but I nearly got shot in the process—”
“I know,” said Tracy.  “That’s when you were in the most danger, but even then, we were protecting you.  You heard two shots, right?”
Sarah stared at her friend.  “How could you possibly know that?”
“The second one is the one that missed you,” Tracy replied.  “The first was our agent shooting the gun arm of the man from Menace who was shooting at you.  That’s why the bullet missed.”
Sarah shivered.  “You mean, if your agent hadn’t have been there—”
“No, he was going to be there,” said Tracy.  “We weren’t taking any chances, as you would have found out if your jump had been short.  There was a safety net ready to catch you if you fell.”
“I didn’t see it—”
“It would have rolled out just as you were falling.  Fortunately, that wasn’t necessary.  I figured you could make the jump fine.”
“Maybe I did,” said Sarah, “but I nearly got myself caught after that!  I hid in the trunk of one of their cars—”
“No, that was one of our cars.”
“One of your cars?  Tracy, it had a Menace medallion in the trunk—”
“And just how did you see that inside a closed trunk?”
“Well, a light flashed on—”
“How do you think that happened?”
“You don’t mean—”
Tracy laughed.  “We hid two medallions in there—one on both sides, so you’d be sure to see at least one when the light came on.  Then, the trunk opened for you right where we wanted you to get out.  If you hadn’t been in such a hurry, you might have noticed that the car was stopped at a green light!”
Sarah shook her head.  “But why the Menace medallion—”
“To keep you running,” explained Tracy.  “We wanted you to get to the theater as quickly as possible.”
“Then why couldn’t that car have just taken me there?”
“Because we needed you to be followed, in order to figure out just how many Menace agents there were.  Thanks to your flight, we managed to round up all of them.”
“And almost got me killed by one of their agents on the railroad bridge—”
“No, that guy was working for us too.”
Sarah’s eyes were ready to bug out of her head.  “WHAT??? HIM!!!!  Tracy, he tried to kill me—”
“No, he didn’t,” said Tracy.  “You were fine, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” said Sarah, “but only because the train below wasn’t moving, and there just happened to be a—wait a second…”
“Yes, we put the train there, and we had the mattress set up to break your fall.  That guy’s practiced that move several times before, so he knew you were going to be alright.  He just wanted to make it look good so Menace’s agents wouldn’t start chasing after him.”
“Oh—oh, so when he popped out of the boxcar—”
“That was to put you on the right street.  Incidentally, that wasn’t actually him that came out of the boxcar.  He can’t travel that quickly.  We had someone else disguised as him waiting for you there.”
“But Tracy,” realized Sarah.  “How did you know which route I was going to take?”
“We didn’t know for sure,” said Tracy, “which is why we had agents set up in a number of different areas.  If you’d gone east, for instance, an agent would have met you there.  If you hadn’t taken the railroad bridge, we’d have caught up with you south of there.  We knew where you were at all times, though.  You see, Sarah, that phone I gave you has a tracking device in it.”
Sarah yanked the phone out of her pocket and put it on the table.  “This does?” she asked.  “Wait, then did DeHaan—”
“He had access to it,” said Sarah, “but not until you got to Omaha.  That’s when we told him about it.”
“Oh,” said Sarah, “so that’s how the Menace agents kept finding me—”
“Correct,” said Tracy.  She laughed.  “You should have seen him when the agent threw you off a bridge.  He didn’t see what had happened—all he saw was that you’d stopped moving on the railroad tracks!  Burks and I were pretending to be worried, and he was too, though for quite a different reason.”  She laughed.  “This has to be the most fun assignment I’ve had in a long time.”
“Easy for you to say,” Sarah snorted, “but there’s another point—well, there was a time I really almost got killed.  What about the incident at the arena?  Don’t tell me Ponson was working for you too.”
“Oh, he wasn’t,” said Tracy, “but you weren’t alone in there.  You couldn’t see it, but we had an agent in the upper deck, with a rifle equipped with a night-vision sight.  He’d have taken Ponson out if you hadn’t already been there with the Zamboni.  Speaking of which, that’s why Ponson was standing there, waiting for you.  DeHaan must have told him you were heading through the arena, but all he knew was your position.  He had no idea you were driving a Zamboni, so he had Ponson expecting a runner.”
“I see,” said Sarah.  “Wait, then what about when I arrived at the house?  Why didn’t DeHaan try to kill me when I was in the room?  He still thought his gun was loaded at the time.”
“He did,” said Tracy, “but he also thought Burks was in the room, and I was there too.  At that point, his cover was going to get blown—unless you couldn’t get the box open.  So, even though he’d been trying all along to kill you, his best move at that point was to wait and see if you really did know the password.”
Sarah sighed.  “This is all so confusing.”
“It’ll make more sense once you’ve had some time to relax,” Tracy said.  “I know that experience must have been trying for you, Sarah.  I’m sorry it had to be that way.  But, you got through it safely, and all your enemies have been taken care of.  You’re perfectly safe, now.”
“I never thought I’d say this,” continued Sarah, “but I guess I owe you my life…and my father’s.  That agent in Atlanta seemed quite confident of your abilities.  He said you were one of the best in the agency.”
Tracy laughed.  “He’s always a little more complimentary than he should be,” she said.  “Though, actually, he’s probably right.”
“I’m not arguing with that,” said Sarah.  “And, just to think—I never knew—you don’t have any other surprises in store for me, do you?”
“Just one,” said Tracy, grinning at something.  “Turn around, Sarah.”
The girl swiveled around in her booth, then leapt from her seat.  “Dad!” she exclaimed, flinging her arms around her father.
“Oh, Sarah, it’s so good to see you,” said Mr. Emery, gripping his daughter in a tight embrace.  Other than some fatigue evident in his face, he looked none the worse for wear after his long ordeal.
“I was so worried about you,” Sarah admitted, burying her face in his arm.  Tracy tapped her fork on the table nervously.
“I hate these sappy sentimental scenes,” she muttered softly…but not softly enough that Sarah couldn’t hear.  Her friend turned around, gave her a mock glare, then looked back at her father.
“I guess you already know we have Tracy to thank for this,” she said.
“He does,” Tracy remarked, pouring strawberry syrup on her pancake with one hand and blueberry syrup with the other.
“Boy, do I ever,” said her father.  “There’s a lot you never knew about Tracy, Sarah.”
“Yes, I’ve realized that,” said Sarah, staring at her friend, “but I’ve learned a lot over the past couple of days.  Including one thing, for sure.  The best kind of friend is a secret agent!”
THE END

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THE MEETING YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

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It all started when Stephanie Dale ran a red light.  Next thing everyone knew, she was missing.  The Andersons started investigating and soon discovered…that another girl was missing.  Their only lead—another unsolved mystery might be related.  The search took them through Oklahoma City at night, led to gunplay and danger, all for a clue that didn’t seem to pan out.  Little did they realize that before the hunt was over, they’d come face to face with Oklahoma’s most famous kidnapper.  Would they recover Stephanie Dale safe and sound, or would they discover something even worse than The Blackwell Terror?  Find out as, for the first time in print—
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