Collision Course (Hardy Boys Casefiles)
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Frank and Joe Hardy return for more dangerous adventures. In this story, Frank and Joe find themselves on the race track, investigating world-champion driver Angus McCoy's mysterious accident during his qualifying run.
guess you're feeling pretty confident." Voss's smile quickly faded. "I learned much from Angus," he said quietly. "I will miss him — and I will also miss the chance to beat him. It is good to win, but better to win against the best." "Do you really think you could have beaten him?" Frank asked. "He was getting old," Voss replied bluntly. "Maybe I would not have beaten him here. But next year I would drive for Ferrari." "You're leaving McCoy Racing?" Joe cut in. "Yes," Voss said. "As long as I
his hand and turned back to the promoter. "Sure thing," he said, and smiled. "Here—catch!" Joe hurled the device at Arno's head as Frank surged out of his seat, making a tackling dive for the man's legs. Arno managed to dodge the chunk the metal whizzing past his head, but the diversion ' was good enough. Frank hurtled into him, hitting him just above his knees and knocking his legs out from under him. Arno crashed to the floor, the gun still clutched in his hand. Joe hesitated for a fraction
said coldly to Joe, indicating the device. "But this time, hand it to me." Joe picked it up and walked toward him. "That's close enough," Arno warned, reaching out with his free hand. "Now get your brother off me." "I'm all right," Frank protested. "I can get up by myself." "I'm sure you can," the promoter said. "But I want everybody's hands where I can see them— and I want them occupied." Arno swung the gun around to include all three boys. "Very good. Now I want you," he continued, poking
to knock. But the door swung open before he could complete the motion. T. B. Martin strode out, clutching a small portable tape recorder in one hand. "Well, if it isn't the Hardy brothers," he said. "I hope you guys weren't coming to see me. I'm in kind of a hurry." He closed the door to his room and brushed past the Hardys, walking toward the elevator. Then he paused, turned around, and looked at Frank. "You know," he said, "I was just thinking about you. Well, not so much you personally, but
flashlight — and this — " he muttered, taking out a flat case and slipping it into his back pocket. Then he opened the back door of the van, hopped lightly to the ground, and closed the door softly. He walked across the street casually, approaching Scott's garage as if he owned the place. Frank strolled right up to the burglar alarm and flipped open the control box. He looked around to make sure no one was in sight. Then he turned back to the control panel and punched in the same sequence of