By Jeffery Deaver
8 weak women and their helpless lecturers are compelled off a college bus and held hostage. The madman who has them at gunpoint has an easy plan: one hostage an hour will die until the calls for are met. referred to as to the scene is Arthur Potter, the FBI's top hostage negotiator. He has a plan. yet so does one of many hostages-a attractive instructor who's prepared to do something to save lots of the lives of her scholars. Now, the clock is ticking as a chilling video game of cat and mouse begins.
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The first large town he would reach would be Centreford. He planned to get lunch there, and he had brought a few sandwiches with him to eat along the road in case he became hungry before he reached the place. "I hope the package containing the model doesn't jar off," mused the lad as he reached behind to make sure that the precious bundle was safe. "Dad would be in a bad way if that should disappear. " He put his hand to his inner pocket to feel that they were secure. Coming to a little down−grade, Tom shut off some of the power, the new levers he had arranged to control the gasolene and spark working well.
He sat in the bow, steering the little craft right across the broadest part of Lake Carlopa. " mused Tom. "That's a boat I never saw on this lake before. It must be a new one. " And with a last look at the fugitive, who, with his boat, was becoming smaller and smaller every minute, Tom turned and retraced his steps. CHAPTER X. " asked Mr. " "Did he get anything? " "No; not as far as I can discover. My papers in the shop were not disturbed, but it looked as if the turbine model had been moved. The only thing missing seems to be a sheet of unimportant calculations.
The auto had disappeared de the toad behind a veil of rain, and, shaking his head over the strange occurrence, Tom went back to where he had left his motor−cycle. "Things are getting more and more muddled," he said. "I'm sure those were the same men, and yet−−−−" He shrugged his shoulders. The puzzle was getting beyond him. CHAPTER XIV. ATTACKED FROM BEHIND STEADILY the rain came down, the wind driving it under the shed until Tom was hard put to find a place where the drops would not reach him.
A Maiden's Grave by Jeffery Deaver