and all the whiteness of the snow suddenly went black.
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Frank had watched helplessly as Joe disappeared into the top of a tall, snow-laden pine tree. His only thought as he fell was, How am I going to tell Mom and Dad that Joe is dead?
Frantically, his heart trying to pound its way out of his chest, Frank steered his chute in the direction of the pine tree.
He landed softly and cut his chute. He had to get to Joe.
He found his brother facedown, spread-eagle in a snowdrift. âJoe!â he yelled, dropping to his knees next to the body.
Joe lifted his head slowly. Snow plugged his nose and stuck to his eyebrows. âAm I alive?â he asked.
Frank was so relieved he laughed. âYeah, youâre alive.â
âGood, âcause I sure donât feel alive.â Joe spit out some snow, rolled over, and sat up. He released the few remaining lines to his chute. âGood thing I hit that tree.â
âYou made an excellent snow angel,â Frank quipped. âBut I thought you were going to be playing a harp, bro.â
âSo did I.â
Several people came running across the field to the Hardys.
Frank saw that one of them was Neal Jordan. âWe saw it all!â Neal shouted breathlessly. âJoe, are you alive?â
âWe were just discussing that,â Joe replied.
Neal laughed. âThat was some entrance, dude! Sammy Fearâs got nothing on you.â
Agent Ardis and a couple of other agents helpedJoe to his feet. As they walked to the lodge, Ardis let the Hardys know he was angry.
âWhy couldnât you two land at the airport and get a ride out here like normal people?â he asked. âOr we couldâve had someone pick you up there.â
âThe nearest airport is forty miles away,â Frank said. âAnd we were worried about what Sammy Fear might be up to.â
Ardis shook his head. âHeâs not up to anything. This is all absurd.â
Frank bit his tongue. He didnât want to get into an argument. And besides, he wasnât positive that Neal was in any danger. After all, it would be foolish for anyone to think they could get away with kidnapping the presidentâs son.
An armed agent let them through an eight-foot iron gate. The retreat was a huge log house nestled high on the side of a mountain. There was a concrete helipad out front, and several black sport-utes were parked along a drive leading up to the side of the house.
âWow!â Joe said. âThere must be room for twenty or thirty people to stay here, and the view is great.â
âYup,â Neal said. âMy dad has guests up here a lot. And there has to be room for these guys,â he added, nodding at the agents.
Another agent let them in the front door. Inside, a fire crackled warmly at the far end of a long living room.
Agent DuBelle greeted the Hardys with a concerned but friendly smile. âAgent Ardis radioed me about your accident,â she said. âItâs amazing youâre not hurt.â
Joe agreed. They all sat down around a square coffee table in front of the fire. A tray of hot soup and sandwiches appeared only a few seconds later. The Hardys and Neal dug in.
âIt wasnât an accident,â Joe said. He and Frank related the story of the guy breaking into their van. âWe must have caught him before he could get to Frankâs chute.â
âHow do you know that?â Ardis said. âYour chute could have malfunctioned on its own.â
âI doubt it,â Joe said.
âYeah,â Frank added. âThese are the newest chutes, and Joeâs an expert packer.â
DuBelle stood up and went over to the fire. âItâs too much of a coincidence that someone broke into your van, and then your chute malfunctioned.â
âRight,â Frank said. âThat means the guy knew about parachutes.â
âSammy Fear,â Neal said.
Agent Ardis sighed
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