The Frontier Boys by John Grooters

Author:John Grooters [Grooters John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780768488494
Publisher: Destiny Image, Inc.

CHAPTER TWENTY–THREE

JED WAS PUMPED. MAYBE THIS was it; maybe this was the key that would lead them to the shooters. It wouldn’t bring T.J. back, but it would at least serve justice.

“Let’s go to the Sheriff,” Jed said.

Brent knew that the last thing he could do was be seen heading into the Sheriff’s office. He had to think of something to distract Jed, and he had to get out of there quickly.

“No, not yet. It’s too soon.” He started pedaling. “C’mon, I’ll race you,” Brent said.

“Where are you going?” Jed asked.

“Hardware store,” Brent said as he pulled away.

“You going to see Butch?” Jed asked.

“C’mon—I’ll meet you there.”

Brent took off, and Jed tried to keep up on foot. There was no way; Brent was riding as fast as he could. The hardware store wasn’t far; it was only a few blocks away off the downtown strip. Brent was apparently taking the scenic route, because he cut down a back alley that led in the opposite direction.

Mike hopped on his motorcycle to follow after Brent and keep an eye on him. Brent was intentionally evasive. Mike came racing around the corner in the direction he thought Brent had gone. Brent peddled harder than he ever had. The Buell was loud, and Brent he could hear exactly where Mike was. Eventually he heard Mike driving the wrong way.

Jed made it to the hardware store with ease. Somehow he, on foot, had beaten Brent there. He stood outside by the front door and waited.Brent finally came flying in on his bike from the opposite direction that Jed was looking. “You get lost or something?” asked Jed.

“No, I lost something, though.” Brent looked behind him.

“C’mon.”

“What’s going on?” Jed asked.

Brent rolled his bike into the Ace Hardware Store without answering Jed’s question. He didn’t want to leave his bike on the street where Mike might see it.

Their youth group leader, Butch Kooyer, was working behind the counter. Butch was Jed and Brent’s favorite guy with a driver’s license.

Butch smiled when he saw them. “Gentlemen. What’s up?”

“You working late tonight?” asked Jed.

“No—we close in fifteen minutes.”

“You must need a ride somewhere,” he guessed out loud.

Butch could see the eagerness in Jed’s eyes.

“We always need a ride somewhere,” said Jed.

“Any news on T.J.?” Butch asked.

“No, nothing really new,” Jed said, “But we’ve got a lead, and we need to check it out.”

Butch was less than enthusiastic. “A lead? What are you now, detectives?”

“No, we’re not,” Brent said, “we’re just…”

Jed cut in. “We need a ride out to—he pulled out the card Earl had given him, “10240 Indian Trails Road.”

“That’s a ways out there, I think,” Butch said. “North side of the lake.”

“Can you take us?” Jed was anxious.

Butch hesitated. “Um, it’s supposed to snow tonight; my car’s kind of crappy in the snow.”

“Butch, your car’s always crappy. And besides, Brent and I will push you out if you get stuck. C’mon, let’s go.”

“No, not just ‘let’s go.’ I have responsibilities, fifteen minutes, and then… at least.”

Butch pointed to the analog clock that hung above the front door.

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