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Swiftly Frank replaced the box of darts and closed the closet door.
The key turned in the lock.
Frank dashed to the bed and dropped to thefloor. Too low! There was no way he could fit under the bed frame.
As the door opened, Frank darted into the bathroom. He climbed into the shower and silently closed the curtain.
He recognized the voices of Rick Salazar and Amanda Mollica out in the main room.
âI want to know why heâs acting this way,â Mollica was saying, concern in her voice.
âWhat do you mean?â Salazar asked. âHe always tries to steal the show.â
âBut this is different. These are incredible chances heâs taking. He opened his chute so late at the opening ceremony that I thought he was going to die.â
Salazar sounded impatient. âAmanda, you donât have to hang with us anymore if youâre going to wig out like this.â
âIâm just asking whatâs going on.â
âItâs all part of a plan,â Salazar answered. Frank heard him pull something out of a dresser drawer.
âThis is gonna be the greatest stunt anyone ever pulled off,â Salazar continued. âBut we donât need you if youâre not up for it.â
Then they left the room, and Frank couldnât make out Mollicaâs reply.
Frank eased out of the shower cautiously. In only a few more seconds, he could complete the search. Going to the dresser, he opened each drawer inturn. Salazarâs clothes, his ice axesânothing unusual about themâa headset walkie-talkie.
A headset walkie-talkie? Frank lifted the specially designed, lightweight radio from the drawer. It was the kind sky divers used to communicate with each other in midair. A plastic earpiece allowed you to talk without using your hands to touch anything. Why would Salazar need one? He didnât skydive.
Frank put the radio back where he found it, then looked at his watch. There was time to check one or two more rooms before Joe would arrive to pick him up.
He opened the door a crack. The hall was clear. Stepping out, he noticed the room-service tray heâd left outside the door. He wiped his forehead in an exaggerated gesture of relief. He couldnât believe Salazar hadnât noticed the tray and suspected something.
With his foot, he slid the tray down the hall a few feet. Now no one could be sure which room it belonged to.
If Salazar, Sammy Fear, and Jim Edwards were all in on something, Frank wondered, wouldnât they want their rooms to be close together?
He knocked on the room across the hall. No answer. He jimmied the lock and stepped inside. In the closet, Frank found a neat row of business suits. This was obviously not the room of a Max Games athlete. He slipped out.
When he put his ear to the door to the left of Salazarâs room, Frank heard the television yapping away. He moved on to the next room down.
This one was also empty. He went in and immediately knew heâd found Jim Edwardsâs room. Clothes were strewn all over. Edwardsâs bright green racing suit was draped over the desk chair, and snowmobile parts littered the bed and floor.
He sifted through a stack of papers on the desk. Edwards had three letters from snowmobile companies. Each one said almost exactly the same thing: if Edwards won the Max Games they would seriously consider sponsoring him in the future.
At the bottom of the pile, he found another interesting letter. It read:
Dear Justice:
Iâm pleased to hear youâll be competing in the Max Games snocross event. Iâm aware that you usually receive a five-thousand-dollar fee to appear at such events.
Unfortunately, due to financial limitations, I canât pay you to be here. However, I can offer you great television exposure and a chance to attract top sponsors.
I hope youâll still be able to compete.
The letter was signed by Fred Vale.
Frank felt a chill go down his
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