Gazing fondly at each other, they seemed very much in love.
Paging through a paper from the previous week, Nancy spotted another brief article on Felice Wainwright. It described how Mrs. Wainwrightâs security system had been tripped, setting off lights and alarms and immediately summoning the private security guard who had a direct line to the system. No intruder was found, and nothing was taken. âThis system is obviously one hundred percent effective,â the head of the security force was quoted as saying.
Nancy put the papers aside and went to themicrofilm machine. Reduced on film were many back issues of the River Heights Review. Snapping in the cartridge, she began scanning the articles.
She stopped when a familiar name jumped out at her: Joseph Spaziente. His name was printed below a picture of a sharp-featured man with dark, scowling eyes and lightly pockmarked skin. The article reported that only one burglar, Spaziente, had been caught during the midnight break-in of a local bank. Heâd been shot in the leg while holding open the back door of the getaway van for the other escaping criminals. He fell to the ground while the van sped off without him.
The article went on to say that authorities still could not figure out how the thieves had short-circuited the bankâs security system. The alarm never sounded, and they managed to get through elaborate locks. If a passing patrol car hadnât noticed activity at the back of the bank, the thieves would have gotten away with a perfect crime. As it turned out, Spaziente had been holding the suitcase of money, and it tumbled to the ground with him when he was shot.
When she finished the article, Nancy took out the cartridge and gave her materials back to the librarian. âReady to go?â she asked Bess, who sat engrossed in an issue of Fine Food magazine.
âLook what I found,â she said, showing Nancy the article. âItâs a review by Harold Brackett.â
âââSummerâs finest foods,âââ Nancy read aloud.âââWhen I was a ten-year-old boy in Brooklyn, my brother took me on the Parachute Jump ride at Coney Island. Afterward,âââ she continued reading, âââwe went for a frankfurter with mustard and sauerkraut. For years that frankfurter embodied all that was wonderful about summer. But through the years I cultivated more sophisticated tastes . . . âââ
Nancy looked up from the article and stared into space thoughtfully.
âWhatâs the matter, Nan?â Bess asked.
âNothing,â Nancy replied. âI was just thinking of something. The Harold Brackett we saw at the restaurant is only in his early thirties. He isnât old enough to have been on the Parachute Jump when he was ten. The ride was closed down before then.â
âMaybe he just made the whole thing up because it sounded good,â Bess suggested.
âMmmm,â Nancy mused. âMaybe. Or maybe the guy we know isnât really Harold Brackett.â Nancy handed the magazine back to Bess. âCome on. I want to snoop around Loreenâs neighborhood a little. Itâs not far from here. We can talk to her neighbors and find out if Jack has come around to see her. If sheâs there, I want to talk to her directly.â
Ten minutes later, Nancy and Bess arrived at the apartment complex. They buzzed Loreenâs bell, but no one answered on the intercom. âGood,â said Nancy, motioning Bess inside. âSheâs not home.â
âWhat exactly are we trying to do?â Bess asked asthe girls rode the elevator up to the eleventh floor.
âIâm going to try to talk to some of Loreenâs neighbors,â Nancy said. âMaybe I can learn something that way. Iâll say Iâm a cousin whoâs looking for her.â
The elevator reached their floor, and the girls got out. Suddenly Bess stepped back
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