Too Many Traitors (The Hardy Boys Casefiles, Book 14)
Franklin W. Dixon
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Treachery is the same in every language.
When Frank wins an all-expense-paid vacation to Spain's Costa del Sol, the brother detectives are set for some good times in the sunny paradise. But instead of flamenco music and bullfights, Frank and Joe find themselves running from the law.
It seems their official tour guide has been murdered, and the evidence points directly at them. To make things worse, the Hardys are also being hunted as spies by the KGB -- and as traitors by the Network. Trapped in very tight spots, Frank and Joe need every ounce of daring and skill...to keep from being shipped home in matching boxes.
them in the hallway a second later, then slipped the outside bolt on the door, locking Konstantin and the gunmen in the room. The long hallway was lined with doors, and they were at the end of it. At the other end was a stairway. "Any other way out?" Joe asked Elena. She shook her head sadly. "No. There are three floors below us. I am sorry. This is all my fault." "We'll discuss that later," Frank said, taking the gun from Elena and pocketing it. "We've got to get out of here before they sound
the go-betweens, well, it's what happens sometimes when you use freelancers." "That's not fair," Joe protested. "We didn't ask to get in the middle." "Welcome to the spy business," the Gray Man answered. "Face it. You're what we in the business call 'out in the cold,' unless you can pull a rabbit out of your hat." "Or a killer and a name," Frank said. "We sort of figured that out already. Why are you telling us all this?" "I feel responsible for you," the Gray Man admitted. "I got you
Giving in to exhaustion, Elena dropped her head on Joe's shoulder and began to cry. "How could I have trusted them?" "Because you thought they believed in what you believe in," Joe said softly, putting a comforting arm around her. The cab pulled up in front of a small house which sat on top of a hill. A long flight of stone steps led up to the house. Joe let Elena out. "I'll get the fare," he said as she ran up the stairs. Joe reached back into the car and shook Frank. "Come on. We're here."
and Frank offered him an arm. At the foot of the stairs they found Joe, patiently waiting. "What took you so long?" Joe said. "That's just what he said," Frank replied, waving a thumb at Donner. "Everyone's a wise guy." "Who are you?" Donner asked as they cut through the dining room. "I'm Joe Hardy, and this is my brother, Frank," Joe said. They moved across the ruined patio, heading for the wrecked BMW. "I've heard of you," Donner said. "The Gray Man's proteges. You're supposed to be
window. The four men were closing in. "Nope," Joe replied, leaning over the front seat. His hand scooped down and came back up with a false beard and latex nose in it. "But I found part of our driver." "A disguise?" Frank's bewilderment changed to anger. "We've been set up!" A hand thrust through the open car window. In it was a small-caliber pistol. Frank looked up to see a man in sunglasses grinning unpleasantly at him. The man's three companions stood around the car, each guarding one door.