âAdelita.â Itâs an old folk song. So when I saw the name on that boat, it got my attention. But I never set foot on the boat. All I did was stand there, thinking of my grandfather. Then this big thug from Newcastle Trucking came and chased me away.â
âA guy in a green uniform?â Frank asked. She nodded. âYeah, he hassled us, too. Where were you between eight and eight-thirty this morning?â
âRight here,â Connie replied, with a new tone of alarm in her voice. âWhy? Whatâs it to you?â
âIt looks like somebody sneaked into Barry Battenâs room and took his medallion,â Joe said.
For a long moment, Connie stared silently into space. Then she shook herself and said, âWell, it wasnât me. Just the idea of touching something carved out of whale ivory makes me sick to my stomach. And I havenât been away from the house all morning. My mom can vouch for that.â
âWhat about Angelo?â Joe asked.
Connie jumped to her feet. âThatâs it! Angelo was right, youâre just trying to discredit our organization. Get out of here, right now!â
Frank blinked in surprise. Why had Connie just exploded like that? âNow, wait,â he began.
âNo, get out!â Connie repeated, her voice rising. âBefore I scream for help!â
âOkay, okay,â Joe said, getting up from his chair. âWeâre out of here.â
Before leaving, Frank tore a sheet from his notebook and scribbled their phone numbers on it. âIf you change your mind, get in touch,â he said.
As they drove off, Frank said, âDid you notice that she didnât really get upset until we asked about Angelo? I wonder if heâs the one whoâs up to something, and she knows it.â
Joeâs reply was cut short by the buzz of the cellular phone. Frank picked it up.
âListen,â a muffled voice said. âI just spotted somebody messing with the race buoys. If you hurry, you can catch him red-handed.â
âWho is this?â Frank demanded. The only response was a click. He told Joe what the caller had said.
âSounds a little fishy,â Joe said, speeding up. âBut whatâll it cost us to check it out?â
âGo for it,â Frank said.
Joe parked in the Waterside Inn lot. He and Frank dashed across the street to the marina and sprinted to the slip where Sleuth was tied up. Frank took the helm, while Joe cast off the lines.
Once the boat was clear of the slip, Frank pushed the throttle forward and steered for the harbor mouth. A couple of hundred yards ahead, a group of windsurfers was crossing his course. The brightly colored sails shone against the blue sky and water.
Frank started to pull the throttle back, to slowdown before passing the windsurfers. Suddenly he let out a startled exclamation.
âWhat is it?â Joe demanded. âWhatâs wrong?â
âThe throttle!â Frank replied. He wiggled the lever back and forth. It moved much too freely. âItâs not responding!â
The rising whine of the powerful outboard covered Joeâs reply. Frank stared, horrified. The windsurfers were now dead ahead and Frank could not slow down!
12 Throttle Down!
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âFrank, look out!â Joe shouted. âSlow down!â
By now the group of windsurfers was less than fifty yards away. Some of them, alerted by the roar of Sleuth âs motor, looked around to see where it was coming from. One surfer, in a green and black wetsuit, was so startled that he lost his balance and fell backward into the water.
âI canât slow down,â Frank shouted back. âThe cable must be broken. Kill the engine, quick!â
Joe instantly understood. He stood up and lunged back toward the stern of the boat. But just at that moment, Frank put the wheel hard over to port, to avoid the windsurfers. The boat banked sharply. Joe lost his balance and went
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