Trouble in the Pipeline (The Hardy Boys Casefiles, Book 26)
Franklin W. Dixon
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Kickbacks always fall into the wrong hands.
Frank and Joe fly to Alaska to trace Scott Sanders, who's supposed to be working on a top-secret project for a mining firm. When company officials claim they've never heard of Scott, the Hardys grow suspicious. They find that some company managers have been selling jobs on the oil pipeline. But before the brother detectives can dig deeper, they're kidnapped and forced to bail out over the arctic wilderness. Stranded, Frank and Joe face their toughest test -- fighting hunger, grizzly bears, and bullets to survive -- while at trail's end a group called the Assassins waits to give them their final exam.
Trans-Yukon Mining," White continued. "Only what our friend Doug told us." "What did Doug tell you?" "That they had a contract to work on the pipeline and some of the managers were taking bribes." "Did he tell you what the bribes were for?" "He didn't know, but maybe they were buying people jobs." "Who was buying jobs?" White asked quickly. "Doug didn't know," Joe responded. "Do you know?" "No, I don't," Joe said emphatically. White paused. "Well ... the polygraph says you're not lying.
Mountain in the morning. That's all I know. The boss wants everything to go smoothly," the goon mumbled. "Who's giving you the money?" "I swear I don't know. Different people every time." "You'd better be telling the truth," Joe growled. "Now get over there by the ladder." The man crawled across the floor and leaned against the wall. Joe motioned for Cindy to come down. They undid the goon's belt to use to tie him to the iron bars of the ladder and shoved a handkerchief into his mouth.
when Joe came bounding up the stairs. "We've got to go to the airport. I just talked to the guy who flies the weather plane. He's a friend of Virgil's, and he'll take us out over the ocean to find them." Cindy turned off the stove and got the keys to her dad's car. She drove like a pro to the airport, where they found the pilot sipping coffee in front of the hanger. In less than ten minutes they were in the air, scouting the gray waters of the Arctic Ocean. Joe's eyes were getting tired when
"Fine!" Frank replied, making sure his leg was in a comfortable position. "Just in time. Here they come." Frank heard Virgil burrowing into the snow next to him. Then the brrr of the pursuit boat's engine reached his ears. It sounded as if they were circling Virgil's abandoned boat. Frank hoped they wouldn't find the transparent lifeline, or worse, run afoul of it. If their propeller cut it, Virgil's boat would be adrift for real. The engine drone moved back and forth in front of the ice pack.
him. "Your pals from North Slope grabbed us and stowed us aboard a plane heading into the Arctic Ocean. It was going to drop the signal buoy for the sub's rendezvous." He stared hard at Hammond. "And you know what? They were going to drop us right along with it." "I — I didn't know," Hammond said, still more shaken. "He can't prove a thing," the bagman suddenly spoke up. "Who would listen to this wild story about submarines and spies?" "How about you, Hammond?" Frank asked. "Are you beginning