The Super Spies and the High School Bomber by Lisa Orchard

sneezed violently several times. Sarah strained to see his face, but couldn’t make out his features in the darkness.
    â€œFor Pete’s sake,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. He cursed before turning and making his way back toward the cabin.
    â€œLet’s go,” Sarah whispered.
    Jackie needed no further prodding, and both girls leapt from the ground and sprinted toward the two-track. They ran full tilt, raising their knees high to avoid getting tangled in the long grass. Sarah didn’t know where they were going, but her intuition told her they were running the right way. The girls ran for a quarter mile until the obscure lane dumped them out on to a dirt road.
    â€œNow which way?” Jackie gasped for breath.
    â€œGood question.” Sarah pointed. “Let’s go to the left. I think that’s east.”
    â€œI’m following you. I have no idea where I am.”
    Sarah nodded as she started down the road with Jackie by her side. Sweat rolled down her back and her pants stuck to her legs at the knees.
    â€œThis is spooky,” Jackie said.
    â€œYou got that right.” Sarah turned on her flashlight and shone it down the road and along the sides of it. They were surrounded by trees. “This looks like where we walked today with Scott.”
    â€œI don’t know.” Jackie shook her head.
    Sarah continued to shine her light through the trees, searching for the path they had forged earlier that day. After looking for fifteen minutes, she found it. “Hey, I know where we are.”
    â€œWhere are we?” Jackie pulled at a weed that was stuck in her curls.
    â€œThis is where we took the path behind the high school.”
    â€œNo kidding?”
    â€œYeah, look, there’s one of my Tootsie Roll wrappers. It must have fallen from my pocket.” Sarah shone her light on the wrapper and the trampled earth where they had walked earlier.
    â€œAwesome, now we know how to get home.”
    â€œYep.”
    â€œYou know, I thought that guy was going to find us,” Jackie said.
    â€œI did too. Did you hear him? He was having trouble breathing.”
    â€œYeah. I wonder what his problem was.”
    â€œHe could have asthma, or maybe some sort of allergy.” Sarah wiped her sweaty brow with the sleeve of her T-shirt.
    â€œMaybe. Did you get a good look at him?”
    Sarah shook her head.
    â€œBoth those men are involved in the bombing.” Jackie stopped and grabbed Sarah’s arm.
    Sarah stopped and stared at Jackie. “I wonder who they were after.”
    â€œI don’t know.”
    â€œIf we find out who he was, we’ll figure out who the bombers are.” Sarah started walking again and Jackie fell into step beside her.
    â€œHow do you figure?”
    â€œWell, if we know the target, then we can find out who wanted to hurt him.”
    â€œAhhh.”
    â€œDid you get a look at the other guy?” Sarah asked.
    â€œNope.”
    â€œHow about the truck?”
    â€œIt was dark.”
    Sarah bit her lip and sighed. “Yeah, I know I thought it might have been like a dark green, or maybe a gray?”
    Jackie shook her head. “I thought it was more of a blue.”
    â€œWell, at least we know it was a pickup.”
    They reached Broadway and stopped under the street light. It seemed surreal to Sarah standing beneath the light, watching the moths and the June bugs flying underneath it. The insects fought to get closer to the illumination and then swooped away when the heat became unbearable.
    â€œSo how do we find the target?” Jackie pulled Sarah away from the bugs.
    â€œWe’ll have to figure out who was in the school when the bomb went off.”
    â€œYou’re right. So, how are we going to do that?”
    â€œWe’ll need to make another trip to the hospital and talk to Ali Hameedi.”
    Scuffing her shoe against the cement, Jackie nodded. “Yeah.”
    â€œI’ll call