Alexander, Spy Catcher by Diane Stormer

Author:Diane Stormer [Alexander, Spy Catcher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781469734460
Publisher: iUniverse
Published: 2012-01-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The brisk air felt good as I walked down the back steps. The sun was attempting to show. I turned up the collar of my jacket, shoved my hands down in my pockets, and rambled toward the fort.

What I hadn’t said to Dave was that there was more that I felt on the verge of remembering. Actually, remembering was not the right word for it. Maybe I hadn’t forgotten, but rather, just needed to understand what I did remember.

I walked through the woods past the fort, and climbed the embankment. I sat on the railroad tracks in much the same spot as I’d sat with Charlie only days before. I hunched my shoulders to help ward off the cold breeze. Wind moves through something—and one can feel it on the other end. My heart started to pound. I knew I was very close to what I needed to understand.

Ben’s car had gone crazy in the study at least twice. Charlie said it could be because of interfering radio waves. I had felt a breeze in that same room through a hole in the paneling one night. How can a breeze from an inside wall?

That breeze had to come from somewhere! (Duh)

When I had followed Major Davis, he had disappeared from my sight. Moments later, he had reappeared accompanied by another man.

There had to be a tunnel from our house to the old railroad. My search inside the house had turned up nothing, but, this time I was going to look for it from the railroad end. Now my search wasn’t for fun and games.

I stood up and looked around. Where was the logical place for a tunnel to come out? I looked up and down the strip of railroad track. Of course! It would be over where the truck had been parked. I hurried over to where the ground rose above the tracks.

I wished Ben was with me. Everyone says he has hawk eyes.

I kicked at a branch of gnarled laurel—and my foot got caught. When I leaned over to extract it, I saw that the leaves were wilted. A closer look revealed that it had been cut. It wasn’t attached to anything. It was loose on the ground—as camouflage?

I plunged into the thicket and had soon moved enough loose brush to see that a path had been covered with cut branches. The path led to the side of the hill that was about fifteen feet away.

Then I saw the door in the ground. It was the same type of metal hatch door that our house had for access into the fruit cellar located just outside of the northern basement wall. I reached for the handle and pulled. It was heavy—and it took a lot of effort to lift it.

I know what you’re thinking—and you are absolutely right. I should have gotten someone from the investigative team to go with me. The trouble with that was that it would probably mean someone going instead of me!

Even though it was brighter on the outside, it didn’t appear to be completely pitch black down there.

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