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Chapter 32
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THE CHAPTERS
Fenton
Hardy stared at the phone in total disbelief.
He knew the voice on the other end, but his sleep shrouded brain
was refusing to accept it.
“Fenton?
Fenton, are you still there?”
Snapping
out of his fog, Fenton replaced the receiver to his ear.
“Robert? Where is my
son? How dare you have the
nerve to call…”
“Fenton,
please listen to me!”
Robert Daniels begged.
“Alright,”
Fenton growled angrily into the phone.
“Start your pathetic excuses, but I’m telling you Robert,
I’ll be in the Philippines by tomorrow night and I’ll bring you up on
kidnapping charges so fast your head will be spinning ‘til next
Christmas!”
“Good!
You need to get to Manila
as soon as possible,”
Robert
stated, “Joe’s life depends on
it!”
“What
in the world have you done to him? Let
me speak to Joe now!” Fenton seethed.
“I
don’t have him, Fenton,” Robert
wearily sighed. He gave Fenton a condensed version of the kidnapping,
Joe’s reaction, subsequent injury and Joe’s escape, only he
implicated Roger Davis as the mastermind.
“But
Joe went from the proverbial frying pan into the fire,” Robert continued. “The
Puta brothers have him hostage and want one hundred and fifty thousand
dollars for his return.
“Fenton,
they think I’m Joe’s father,’ Robert
reluctantly concluded.
Fenton
listened with growing anger and resentment.
He knew Daniels was lying about not being responsible for Joe’s
abduction; the evidence they’d collected proved otherwise. However, he
didn’t know how much he could trust what Robert was saying about the
Puta brothers. He decided,
for the moment, he would play along with Robert.
“I’m
flying out of
“I’m
to have the money in American dollars at their airfield at midnight
tomorrow,”
Robert replied. “I
don’t have access to that kind of cash, Fenton. I can sell my boat, but
it will take more time than we have.”
Fenton
did some quick calculations. It
would be cutting it very close. Even
without the layovers commercial flights would encounter, it would be past
nine p.m. before they got to
“Robert,
I will be there in the late evening.
Where can I contact you?” Fenton replied.
Robert gave him the hotel phone number.
Fenton
broke the connection and immediately began dialing.
“Jack?
Yes, I know it’s the wee hours of the morning, but I need your
help!”
*
* *
“That
funny, little boy!” Peter Puta laughed, as he watched Joe Hardy stand
and lean wearily against the hut wall.
“You say, rich white island owner, not your papa!
“I
hope,” the man chuckled, “you tell joke, ‘cause if he not your
papa, I turn you loose in the jungle.
You no longer any value to me.”
Joe
knew, even without his injuries, he’d never be able to survive in the
jungle alone. He bit his lip.
His only recourse was to pretend that his Uncle Robert really was
his father.
“Bad
joke,” Joe faked a grin toward his host.
“I’m a little angry with my, ah…’Dad’, right now.
I was trying to run away when I climbed in the helicopter.”
Peter
looked at the blond boy carefully. He
looked too much like the old man not to be his son.
He gave Joe a toothy smile.
“You
sleep now,” Peter said, pointing to the straw-filled futon.
Joe sighed inwardly, though it was only afternoon, he did as he
was told. He carefully
lowered his body to the mat and closed his eyes, wondering if he was ever
going to see his family or Bayport again.
*
* *
“Yeah,
Mr. H.,” Jack Wayne said into the telephone.
“I can get a plane. My
buddy Conner’s got a twin-engine beauty that can make the flight.”
“How
long will it take, Jack?”
Fenton anxiously asked. “We’ve
got to be in Manila
before midnight
tomorrow night.”
Jack
moved his tall, athletic body across the bedroom to where he kept
log-books of various flights, planes and airfields around the world.
“Let’s see…” he murmured as he checked on the information.
“Jack?”
“Hang
on, Chief! I’m trying to read, here!” Jack retorted, concentrating on
the charts and graphs before him.
“A-ha!”
Jack cried at last. “I
found Puta’s private airfield. If
we leave at 8 a.m. and only stop to refuel, we can just barely get there
by 11 p.m., Manila time.”
“Jack,
that’s too close! We can be
at the airport in an hour,”
Fenton suggested. “Get
a hold of Conner and get that plane!”
“Alright,”
Jack grimaced, “but Conner’s gonna blow a gasket! He’s not a
morning person.”
“Tell
him, we need to get there…for Joe,”
Fenton said.
*
* *
An
hour later, at the Bayport airfield, Conner Bailey taxied his twin-engine
passenger plane to a stop near the hanger where Jack Wayne kept his own
plane.
Conner
climbed out of the plane and greeted the entourage that was waiting.
“Let’s go get your son,” Conner smiled as he led Fenton
Hardy into the plane.
Jack
Wayne climbed into the co-pilot’s seat while Frank and Sam Radley took
seats near Fenton.
“Hang
on, little brother,” Frank fervently whispered, “we’re on our
way!”
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