09-The Genius Thieves 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, Women Sleuths, Family, Mysteries & Detective Stories, Boys & Men, Schools, Siblings
ISBN: 9780671736743
Google: -f8GvaUSK1QC
Amazon: 0671736744
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Published: 1987-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

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 forward.

"Look," said Joe. "There's Wilson, third from the back. Now we've got him."

As if on cue, Jed's car pulled out of the line and onto the shoulder in front of Frank and Joe.

Frank stepped on the accelerator—but the van wouldn't move.

"We're stuck. The wheels are spinning!"

"I'll push!" Joe replied. He hopped out of the van and braced himself against the back.

After the second heave, the van edged out of the rut. Joe hopped in and they took off.

The ride along the bumpy shoulder jostled the brothers. Far ahead of them, they could see Jed moving back onto the street.

Frank pulled back on the road, right behind a silver-haired man in a dark green Porsche. "Come on, move it!" shouted Joe as he reached over and pressed the van's horn.

"There's an easier way than that," said Frank. Before them, the road stretched out into a straightaway. Frank pulled into the left lane to pass the car. As he sped past, he glanced over at the man in the sports car.

It was Mr. Rogers.

"The plot thickens," Frank said. He floored the gas pedal and took off in a burst of speed. After he pulled in front, he checked the rear-view mirror. The sports car had speeded up and was now gaining on them.

"Don't look now, but we've gone from being the chaser to the chasee," said Frank. He suddenly made a sharp left onto a side street. Joe's right shoulder banged into the door as the tires screamed.

"Ouch!" Joe yelled.

"Sorry about that," said Frank. He saw Rogers's car in the rear-view mirror as he swung right at the next block.

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