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Chapter 36
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THE CHAPTERS
Peter
and Hana Puta heard the car approaching.
Peter peered through the window and watched the car pull to a
stop.
“Is
he alone?” Hana asked his brother.
“Yes,”
Peter answered, “it looks like he followed the instructions.”
“Let’s
do this,” Hana smiled and slapped his brother’s shoulder.
Both men picked up small caliber hand guns from the desk.
“I’m
glad I could borrow these,” Hana grinned.
“Mr. Island-owner will know we mean business.”
The brothers stepped out of the building and faced Robert Daniels.
“Where
is the boy?” Robert asked, eyeing the guns warily.
“Show
us money first,” Hana said, taking a step toward Robert and raising the
gun level with Robert’s chest.
“Let’s
at least be civil,” Robert suggested.
“I’ll get the money and bring it inside.
Once you see it, you will tell me where Joe is.”
The
Puta brothers looked at each other. Peter shrugged.
“Alright,”
Hana answered, “bring the money inside.”
They watched carefully as Robert reached through the open window
and retrieved the briefcase. The Puta brothers then led the man inside
the office.
Frank
and Fenton immediately moved and crawled out of the car, having carefully
removed the dome light bulb first.
“They’re
amateurs,” Frank whispered to his father.
“Yes,”
Fenton quietly agreed, “but that could make them even more
dangerous.”
Fenton
cupped his hands around his mouth and gave a bird-like whistle.
A few seconds later, a similar whistle sounded from the nearby
jungle.
He
waited. A third whistle
sounded from the edge of the airfield, near the hanger.
Everyone was in place, including Jack Wayne, who would be arriving
shortly as pre-arranged.
“Let’s
move in closer,” Fenton suggested, hustling silently up to the building
and crouching under the open window.
“Here’s
your money,” Robert was saying, his voice carrying into the night.
Fenton heard the distinct click of the briefcase being opened.
“No
touching!” Robert said, slapping the case closed.
“Where is Joe?”
Hana
grabbed for the case, but Robert held on firmly.
Hana pointed the gun at Robert and the older man let go.
Losing
his balance, Hana fell backwards into Peter and the sound of a gun
exploding reverberated through the small room.
“Sam!”
Fenton shouted and pulled his own gun from his ankle holster.
Frank moved away from the door to allow his father and Sam Radley
to move into the office first.
The
two detectives quickly disarmed the stunned kidnappers while Frank moved
to where Robert Daniels was lying on the cement floor, unmoving.
“Where’s
my son?” Fenton shouted into the face of Hana Puta, grabbing the man by
his shirt collar.
“He’s
probably dead,” Hana said, struggling as Sam slipped plastic cuffs
around the man’s wrists. Soon
both Puta brothers were secured.
“Dad?”
Fenton
turned to face his oldest son. His
face drained of color as he looked at the blood soaked form of Robert
Daniels in his son’s arms.
“I-I’m
truly sorry,” Robert whispered to Fenton, his eyes filled with pain.
“J-Joe is s-such a great k-kid.”
Robert’s
eyes closed and he slumped against Frank’s chest.
Fenton reached over and felt for a pulse.
“He’s
gone,” the detective stated grimly, “and we still have no clue where
they hid Joe.”
“Their
‘copter is disabled and I…” Conner stopped as he made his way
inside the building.
“Well,
that was a waste of time,” the blond cowboy grinned, seeing the Puta
brothers trussed up in the corner. “Sorry I missed all the fun.”
“Any
sign of Joe near that hanger or the plane?” Frank asked, desperation
evident in his voice.
“Sorry
Frank, but no. Joe wasn’t
in the hanger or the plane.”
“The
shed.”
The
group of rescuers turned toward the soft voice.
Peter
Puta looked up at Fenton. “He’s sick.
He’s in the shed behind the hanger.
There’s a key in the desk drawer.”
Sam
helped lift Robert’s body off Frank so the young man could go to his
brother. Meanwhile, Fenton
grabbed the keys and the Hardys ran toward the hanger.
They
found the lock on the door of the shed and Frank held a pen-light on it
while Fenton inserted and turned the key.
They pulled the door open and Frank shined the tiny beam around
the room.
“Joe,”
Frank said, seeing his brother huddled, unconscious in the corner.
Frank gently pulled his younger brother into his arms while their
father carefully checked his son’s pulse.
Fenton
smiled as he felt the steady rhythm of Joe’s heart beneath his
fingertips. He gave Frank a
wink and a smile.
“Let’s go,” Fenton commanded, helping Frank carefully lift and carry Joe. The sound of helicopter blades echoed against the metal hanger walls. “Here comes Jack with the police.”
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