02-Evil, Inc by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon [Dixon, Franklin W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Juvenile Fiction, Mystery & Detective, Large type books, Mystery and detective stories, Family, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Boys & Men, France, Siblings
ISBN: 9780671625597
Google: YKT9WkeYRGkC
Amazon: 0671625594
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 1987-04-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

THE SUN WAS rising over Paris as Frank and Joe trudged back to their hotel. Mr. Goya had kept them up all night, planning the kidnapping of Carlos Gonzales.

Above them, the sky turned pink, then a pale and deepening blue. It gave the old buildings of Paris the glow of new life. But the Hardys saw none of it as they reached the chipped stone steps of their hotel.

"We can't refuse to go through with this," said Frank. "The Reynards will kill us in a minute. We know too much about their operation now for them simply to let us go." Joe nodded. "And we can't go to the police. Cops don't cut deals with cop killers."

"Right" agreed Frank. "And we sure can't turn to the Network for help." He sighed. "We're criminals on the run - the Reynards are offering us our only chance of escape."

"I wish we were back in Bayport right now," Joe said wistfully. "Dad thinks we're having a great time in New York."

"Instead, we're kidnapping a kid in Paris." Frank's fists clenched. "We have to stop that murder," he said, "even if it kills us."

By the time the Hardys met Denise late that night to carry out the kidnapping, they had a plan of their own.

Denise smiled as Frank and Joe sat down at the table in the cafe where she was waiting.

"How do I look?" she said, tossing her red hair back.

She wore a black blouse, a short black skirt, black fishnet stockings, and pointed black boots with silver buckles.

"It's not authentic punk style," she said, "but I don't think Carlos will mind. He's supposed to like pretty girls."

"Then he's sure to like you," said Joe. Looking at her, he had a hard time believing that someone so attractive could do such ugly things. He had to remind himself it was the Reynards' business to find people with special talents who would do anything for money. Denise definitely had the special talent for catching a man's eye. "It's almost midnight," said Joe, looking at his watch. "The action must be heating up. Time for us to get moving."

Their destination was Hollywood Heaven, the hottest disco in Paris. At the entrance, a doorman with a mohawk, wearing a leather motorcycle jacket, tight blue jeans, and a spike-studded belt shook his head as they approached.

His head stopped moving when Denise held a five-hundred-franc note in front of his eyes.

"Entrez," he said, plucking the bill from her hand and swinging the door open in one swift motion.

"Money makes life so simple," said Denise as they entered the strobe-lit, barn like room.

"And so dangerous-for Carlos Gonzales, anyway," added Frank, his eyes roaming the crowd, searching for the young man they had seen in the photo. "There he is," said Joe, pointing quickly. Carlos Gonzales was leaning against the bar, drumming his fingers to the deafening disco beat. "Good eyes," said Frank. "He was hard to miss with that pair of gorillas shadowing him."

Close to Carlos were two large men in red colored wigs and black clothes that didn't quite fit.

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