trainer,â George said.
âNo, but my father was one,â Alain said, âfor a college football team. I grew up in France with an exercise regimen that makes Solaireâs routine look like an afternoon nap. And Iâm a pretty good amateur detective, too.â
âSpare us,â George murmured.
âI tried,â Alain went on. âBut you kept getting in the way, Nancy Drew. I never expected you to try anything as crazy as breaking into Hank Meaderâs house. What did you think you were doing?â
âTrying to find Kim Foster,â Nancy replied evenly. âDid you even realize sheâs been kidnapped?â
âWhy donât we all stop arguing and try to help each other?â George said. âHank Meader just pulled out of the parking lot.â
Without another word, Alain, Nancy, and George all piled back into the Solaire station wagon. âGo to the left,â Alain told Nancy, âand then north on Silverbell.â
âWhy?â Nancy asked. She knew George was right. She and Alain ought to be sharing information and helping each other, but she still found it hard to trust him.
âBecause,â Alain said, with an obvious attempt at patience, âthatâs where Hank Meader has another house.â
âAre you sure?â Nancy asked.
âPositive.â
Nancy followed Alainâs precise directions to a narrow dirt road on the north side of the Tucson Mountains, about fifteen miles outside the city.
âThis is more like a footpath than a road,âGeorge observed as Nancy slowed the car to negotiate the overgrown trail. Carefully, she steered around a large rock, then gasped as the front wheel sank into a small ditch.
âKeep going,â Alain said. âThe car will pull through.â
Nancy rode the car out of the ditch. Darkness was falling fast. She peered out through the windshield.
âDoes anyone really live up here?â she asked. âI donât see a single house. Who could deal with this road every day?â
âThe road isnât a problem for a pickup truck,â Alain pointed out, âwhich is what Hank normally drives. Keep going. Heâs farther into the mountains.â
âHave you actually been to this place?â George asked, frowning.
âI drove up here one day last week,â Alain said. âI just walked around the outside of the place.â He gave Nancy a wry glance. âUnlike some people, Iâm not fond of breaking and entering.â
âIt was necessary,â Nancy said evenly. âAnyway, I didnât break inâthe window was open. And I found proof that Hank was at the falls the day Kim Foster disappeared. I think he kidnapped her because she knew he was sabotaging the spa.â
âYou may be right,â Alain said quietly. âI had suspicions about that myself, becauseHank mysteriously had to go into town that day. I just hope weâre not too late now.â
Nancy winced as the car dipped down into another deep rut and rumbled out. The road bent sharply to the right and seemed to narrow even more.
âThere!â Alain said suddenly.
Nancy hit the brakes. âWhere?â she asked, peering out into the darkness. âI donât see a thing, except lots of cacti.â
âTurn the lights off,â Alain said. âUnless you want Hank to see you. Actually, maybe weâd better walk the rest of the way. If heâs there, heâd hear the car. Pull off the road.â
âWhat road?â Nancy muttered, but she did as Alain had asked. âAre you sure thereâs a house up here?â she asked.
âItâs about a quarter of a mile past where the road bends to the right,â Alain said, getting out of the station wagon.
Nancy and George followed Alain as he made his way through high grasses and prickly pear cacti. I sure hope we can trust this guy, Nancy thought with a shiver. Because if Alain wasnât
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