Cold as Ice by Carolyn Keene

Author:Carolyn Keene
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Pulse

Chapter

Nine

NANCY STARED at the label. What luck! This was exactly the clue she needed. Since the museum tag was in the same place as the gasoline, that meant that the same person was probably responsible for both crimes and for setting up Rob.

Just then the shed door was pulled shut!

Nancy’s first impulse was to run over to the door and try to force it open. But instead she made herself stand still and listen. She couldn’t be positive, but she thought she heard someone running up the lane.

Nancy tucked the museum label in her pocket, then moved over to the door and pulled on it. As she had expected, it was locked tight. She pulled harder, but still it didn’t budge. She thought of yelling for help but didn’t think that it would do any good. The shed was pretty isolated, and she doubted that many people would be strolling down to the boat house on a winter evening.

She shone her penlight around the shed again. No windows. Now she had to find some tools to force the door open. Her penlight revealed a battered metal toolbox on a shelf. Before Nancy checked it out, she paused to think. Where were the hinges? On the inside or the outside? They had to be on the inside because the door opened into the shed. That meant she could remove the pins in the hinges and walk out.

She shone her light on the doorframe. The hinges were there, worn and rusty. If Nancy could slip out the pins, she’d be free.

Going over to the right-hand door, she tugged at the pin of the upper hinge. To her surprise, it slid free easily. The pin on the bottom hinge, however, was more stubborn. She pulled and pulled, but it refused to budge. Finally she took a hammer from the toolbox. Banging hard, she managed to force the second pin up and out of the hinge.

She stood up, took a deep breath, and then pushed at the edge of the right door. For one frustrating moment it didn’t move. Then, with a loud screech, it swung out just enough for Nancy to squeeze through.

The chilly evening air felt wonderful in her lungs after the stale, gasoline smell of the shed. She took out her penlight and shone the small beam of light in front of the shed. A short length of lumber was jammed through the handles of the two doors.

The person who followed her had tried to trap her inside the shed.

Nancy took a last look at the shed, and her penlight shone on a tiny flash of color. She bent down to look. Caught in the edge of the door was a piece of bright orange yarn. She tucked the yarn into her pocket along with the scrap of paper.

Nancy zipped the pocket closed. She shone her light on her watch and gasped. In less than twenty minutes she was supposed to meet the others. She took off at a fast jog up the lane toward the dorm.

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