Too Many Traitors by Franklin W. Dixon

rows of steel shelves.
    "No time to figure out the filing system," Frank said. "Look for our suitcases. They can't store too much luggage in here."
    "You think so, do you?" Joe asked as he moved down one of the aisles. He stared at a rack filled with baggage. Then he smiled.
    On the top shelf was his carry-on bag, and Frank's sat a shelf down. "Over here," he called.
    Quickly they dragged the bags down and opened them. "It's all here," Frank said as he rifled through his things. "Nothing's been taken out, but nothing's been added to mine either. What about yours?"
    "Nothing," Joe muttered. "I was so sure this would be it. We'd better get this stuff back in place so the cops won't suspect we've been here."
    "Let's make a couple of changes," said Frank. He peeled back the upper lining of his suitcase and pulled a stack of traveler's checks from behind it. Then he picked up his tape player, strapped it to his belt, and stuffed a couple of tapes into his pockets. "If I'm going to be on the run, I'm going to enjoy myself," he explained.
    A nearby voice shouted in Spanish. Frank and Joe looked up the barrel of a gun.
    "What's he saying?" Frank asked as he stood and raised his hands.
    "A rough translation?" Joe replied, his hands also in the air. "We're going to a jail for a long, long time."

Chapter 13
    "DON'T SHOOT," FRANK told the policeman. His hands outstretched, he took a step toward the cop. Puzzled, the policeman fixed his aim on Frank and barked out an order. But Frank slowly moved closer.
    "He wants you to stop, Frank," Joe said. "He doesn't understand English."
    Frank jerked to a halt and raised his hands again, staring wide-eyed at the policeman. He looked innocent, but his words weren't. "That's all I need to know. When I tell you to, hit the floor. Fast."
    "Don't make a move. He'll shoot." Joe translated the cop's words, his eyes on the gun aimed at his brother's chest. Without thinking, he moved toward Frank. Startled, the policeman pivoted, pointing the gun at Joe.
    "Now!" Frank shouted. He clutched the shelf to his right and pulled. The shelf toppled over, burying the policeman in a flood of boxes and stolen merchandise. The loot literally swept the cop off his feet, the gun flying from his hand and sliding under another set of shelves without going off.
    "That was lucky. One shot and this place would have been crawling with cops," Frank said, digging the policeman out from under the boxes. He checked the cop's pulse and held a finger beneath his nose to test his breathing. Both were strong and steady. "He'll be all right, except for this forced siesta."
    "Great," Joe said. "Let's get out while we have the chance."
    Cautiously, they crept toward the door. Frank opened the door a crack and looked out toward the checkpoint and the street. Though a thin trail of dark smoke still rose into the air, the fire in the car was out.
    The two policemen who had rushed out to help were coming back in.
    Frank and Joe looked at each other. They were trapped. Three cops blocked the only way out of the warehouse. And behind them was another guard, who sooner or later was going to wake up and start hollering.
    "Things can't get worse," Joe whispered.
    He was wrong.
    "More trouble," Frank said, still looking outside. "Take a peek at who just showed up."
    Joe glanced out. Then he closed the door. "Vladimir and Konstantin. What bad timing!"
    "And it doesn't take a genius to guess what they want," Frank said. "The same thing we wanted — Martin's information. They must've come to the same conclusion we did."
    "But we were wrong," Joe said. "It wasn't in our stuff."
    "But they don't know that." Frank opened the door a sliver and looked out again. The guards were arguing with the Russians, barring the entrance while Vladimir kept pointing at some sort of document and thrusting it into their faces.
    "Another chance to put your Spanish to the test, Joe. Can you make this out?"
    Joe put his ear to the door and listened. "As near as I can