With that, the officer led Bobby Rouse back down the hallway. “Sorry, but rules are rules,” Officer Denning said. After taking the police report from Nancy, he followed his partner.
Another dead end, Nancy thought, letting out a sigh of frustration. She just hoped that Kyle, Bess, and she had better luck at Steve Hill’s house later.
• • •
“Ned told us that Steve would be handing out Gleason pamphlets until seven or so,” Bess told Nancy a short while later. The two girls and Kyle were driving toward Steve Hill’s neighborhood in Nancy’s Mustang.
Nancy checked her watch. “Good, that gives us two hours,” she said. A few minutes later, she pulled up next to the curb a safe distance from Steve Hill’s modest split-level house.
“What are we looking for?” Kyle asked as they all got out of the car.
“Anything connecting him to that photograph or to the phony story about Caroline,” Nancy said.
She started toward the house, then motioned for the others to stop. “Wait, a car’s pulling out of his driveway!”
The three pretended to talk casually, but Nancy kept her eye on the big sedan. She caught a glimpse of a red-haired woman behind the wheel. As the woman drove away, Nancy noted her license plate number.
“I wonder if that’s the woman you talked to on the phone?” Bess asked as Nancy scribbled down the number on her pad.
“Maybe,” Nancy said, but she was already thinking ahead. “Bess, you’d better stay here as lookout while Kyle and I try to get into Hill’s house.”
Nervous, Bess looked up and down the street. “Okay, but hurry!”
After knocking on the door to make sure no one was home, Nancy said, “Let’s try around back. I don’t want anyone to see us breaking in the front door.”
“Good idea,” Kyle agreed.
Nancy led the way around the back and tried the door there, but it was locked.
“Now what?” Kyle asked.
Nancy was rummaging through her bag. “I’ve got my lock-picking kit with me.”
“Wow,” Kyle said. “You really are a pro.”
Nancy smiled as she pulled out a narrow strip of metal. Suddenly she heard someone shout, “Stop!”
Nancy turned—and gasped. Kyle was struggling with someone!
The person had his back to Nancy, and all she saw was a glimpse of red hair. Then the man pushed Kyle away and whirled around to face Nancy. It was Steve Hill!
“You two are lucky I don’t have a gun,” he growled, “or you’d both be dead right now!”
Chapter
Six
NANCY FELT A CHILL pass from head to toe. What had happened to Bess? Nancy wondered.
“I ought to shoot you punks for trespassing,” Steve said menacingly. He bent to pick up a bulging manila envelope that he’d dropped on the grass. “It’s a good thing I was passing out these pamphlets in this neighborhood. If I hadn’t decided to cut through my backyard to the next street, you’d be inside robbing me blind right now.”
“Hey, we’re not thieves!” Kyle said defensively.
Steve Hill looked dubiously from Nancy to Kyle and back to Nancy again. “Yeah, tell me about it.”
Nancy decided to be direct. “Mr. Hill, I’m a detective, and my friends are helping me investigate the allegations against Caroline Hill. We’re here because we have reason to believe you’re the one who gave the story to Today’s Times.”
“What makes you think the story isn’t true?” he demanded. “I gave that photograph and story to the newspaper because Caroline really is a criminal. I don’t have to make up stories about her!”
“You mean you actually believe the story about the fencing ring?” Kyle asked.
Steve Hill nodded emphatically. “Since you’re so sure the story is true,” Nancy said, “then I’m sure you won’t mind telling us who gave you that photograph.”
“You’re a nervy kid, aren’t you?” Hill sneered. “It doesn’t matter who it came from. All that matters is that Caroline be exposed for the lying crook she really is!”
Nancy pulled her copy of the article out of her shoulder bag and held it out to Steve Hill. “If the article is true, then how do you explain the missing bracelet in this photo?” she demanded. “Caroline never removes the medical ID bracelet she wears—you must know that. So why isn’t the woman in the photograph wearing one?”
A glimmer of doubt crossed Hill’s face as he stared at the grainy picture. “The quality of that photograph is terrible,” he argued, but Nancy noticed that he didn’t sound so sure of himself anymore. “It just doesn’t show up.”
He shoved the clipping back at Nancy. “Now, why don’t you two get out of here before I call the cops,” he threatened. “And tell Caroline not to send any more of her juvenile delinquents around here again!”
Nancy and Kyle hurried back to the car, where they found Bess nervously pacing the sidewalk. “You guys, I’m so sorry! By the time I saw that red-haired man, he was already cutting through the yard to the back. I sneaked around to warn you, but he had already caught you. Was that Steve Hill?”
Kyle nodded. “Don’t worry about it, Bess,” he said, giving her arm a squeeze. “At least he didn’t call the police.”
As the three of them drove back toward the campaign headquarters, Kyle and Nancy told Bess about their confrontation with Steve Hill. “Someone else definitely fed him that story, but he wouldn’t say who,” Nancy explained.
Bess bit her lip. “So far Patrick Gleason is the only person we know with any motive to ruin Caroline’s reputation. But I still can’t believe he’d do that.”
“I hope you’re right, but we can’t know for sure without concrete proof,” Nancy said. “I’m glad the rally for Caroline is in a few hours. Right now, I could use a distraction from this case!”
• • •
“The speeches are going great,” Bess whispered later Monday evening. She, Nancy, and Bess were standing at the rear of the River Heights High School auditorium. The place was packed.
Several people had brought up the newspaper article, but Nancy thought Hector and Caroline had done a good job of handling the problem.
“I can assure you,” Caroline was now saying, “that we will find out who is behind this vicious attack and win this race!”
As Caroline continued speaking, Nancy was glad to see the crowd’s enthusiasm building. When the candidate finished, the entire auditorium erupted in cheers.
Nancy, Bess, and Kyle made their way to the front of the auditorium to talk to Caroline. When they got there, they found her surrounded by people. “Looks like she’ll be busy for a while,” Kyle said. “Let’s get something to eat.” He nodded toward one wall where a table of punch and snacks had been set up.
They were just finished eating some chips and dip when Caroline joined them. “What a nice turnout,” she said, filling a glass with punch. “Did you make any progress finding out who planted the story?”
Nancy told Caroline about her visit to the police station and the confrontation with Steve Hill. “We still don’t know who fed Steve the story, though,” Nancy finished.
“It figures that he’d be willing to believe that trash about me,” Caroline said. “Oh—I almost forgot to tell you. Someone from the DA’s office called me just before the rally. Bobby Rouse is out on bail.”
“Where did he get the money?” Bess asked.
Caroline shrugged. “Good question. It was a stiff bail, thirty thousand dollars. I have a theory, though. It’s been my experience as a lawyer that the longer someone sits in jail, the more willing he is to talk.”
“So you think someone might have sprung Rouse in order to keep him from talking?” Nancy asked.
“Maybe,” Caroline replied. “Jerry! Thanks for coming,” she said, turning to a man who tapped her on the shoulder. With an apologetic smile at Nancy, Caroline said, “We’ll talk more tomorrow, okay?” Then she disappeared into the crowd.
Nancy turned to Bess and Kyle. “I
want to find out who bailed out Bobby Rouse. It might be the person who got him to pose for that photo.”
“We won’t have much time tomorrow,” Kyle told her. “I have to work at your dad’s office, and you and Bess have to attend Caroline’s speech in the park.”
Nancy raised an eyebrow. “True, but there’s always tonight,” she said, glancing at her watch. “It’s eight-thirty now.”
Just then a guy wearing a gold lamé tuxedo and sunglasses sauntered past them. Kyle shaded his eyes and joked, “Man, I can’t see! That suit is blinding me!”
“I almost forgot about the entertainment part of this rally,” Bess said, giggling. “Let’s at least listen to the band before we go check out Bobby Rouse, okay?”
“Sounds good,” Nancy agreed. When the group of guys started to play, she couldn’t help moving to the beat. Pretty soon a large group of Caroline Hill supporters were dancing on the stage. During a fast song, Nancy almost knocked into someone at the edge of the crowd. Turning, she saw that it was Brenda Carlton.
“Oops, sorry, Brenda,” Nancy said breathlessly, coming to a stop. “What brings you here? Don’t tell me you’re a Hill supporter.”
“Hardly!” Brenda replied sourly, holding up her reporter’s pad. “I happen to be working on an assignment, thanks to you.”
“How’s that?” Nancy asked.
Brenda put a hand on her hip. “After you talked to my father about my article, he had no choice but to ask me to write a retraction to the Caroline Hill scandal if I couldn’t verify positively that the photo was accurate and not doctored. I just got a statement from Ms. Hill.”
Before Nancy could reply, Bess and Kyle came up to her. “Hey, Nan, it’s almost nine. Maybe we’d better go look for Bobby Rouse now and—” Bess broke off when she saw Brenda.
“Bobby Rouse?” Brenda was suddenly alert. “What are you going to talk to him about?”
Bess shot Nancy an apologetic look. “It’s nothing, Brenda, really,” Bess said, but the reporter didn’t look convinced.
“You guys are up to something.” Brenda closed her notebook. “I’m coming with you. Don’t even try to talk me out of it,” she said firmly. “I have as much of a right to talk to him as you do.”
“Look, Brenda—” Nancy began.
“Either you let me come with you, or I follow you, anyway,” Brenda said.
Nancy exchanged a look with Bess and Kyle. At least if Brenda was with them, Nancy thought, they might be able to keep her from doing something stupid. “Well, okay,” Nancy finally said. “But first I want to make a few calls. I’ll meet you all at my car in a couple of minutes.”
While the others headed outside, Nancy found a pay phone in the lobby and called Chief McGinnis. “Hi, Chief,” she said when he came on the line. “I heard that Bobby Rouse is out on bail. Can you tell me who posted the bond?”
She waited while he called for the report. “A guy named Ralph Lemko,” Chief McGinnis said.
“Hmm. That could be the same Ralph I saw Rouse talking to earlier today,” Nancy said.
Chief McGinnis gave her Lemko’s address. “Oh, one more thing,” he told her. “I ran a computer check on Bobby Rouse. It turns out that the address he gave us is false. I thought you’d want to know, in case you’re planning on talking to him.”
Nancy tried to hide her disappointment. “Thanks for letting me know,” she said. “I guess I’ll have to try to find him somewhere else.”
After hanging up, Nancy joined Kyle, Bess, and Brenda at her car. They piled in, with Bess and Kyle in the backseat and Brenda up front with Nancy.
“The address we have for Bobby Rouse is bogus, so let’s drive by Slim and Shorty’s,” Nancy suggested as they drove away. “Maybe we’ll find Rouse or his friend Ralph.”
When they reached the diner, Nancy slowed down to look around. The lights at Slim and Shorty’s glowed brightly, but just about every other building around was dark.
“This neighborhood looks even scarier at night than it did this morning,” Bess said with a shiver.
Nancy pulled to a halt in front of the diner and gazed through the windows that ran the full length of the front. The diner was almost deserted. The booths were empty. An old man sat over his coffee at a long counter, and a short, fat cook in a dirty apron read the paper.
“I don’t see either Rouse or his friend in there,” Kyle said, frowning. “Now what?”
“I can’t believe you guys made me go on a total wild-goose chase!” Brenda sighed in exasperation.
“What a drag,” Nancy muttered. She pulled into the street, then turned into an alley to turn around. Her headlights lit up a parked car about halfway down the narrow drive.
“Better back out, Nan,” Bess advised.
“Wait,” Nancy said, peering ahead. “Why is the passenger door on that car open?”
“Who cares?” Brenda said. “It’s an abandoned car. Let’s just get out of here.”
But Nancy was already out of the car. Kyle and Bess followed, with Brenda trailing behind. Nancy couldn’t see anyone in the rust-pitted sedan as she approached, but that didn’t mean that the driver wasn’t in or near the car. She looked in all directions, then peered through the open door.
The next instant, Nancy gasped and jerked back. Stretched out on the front seat was Bobby Rouse. He was staring up at her with dead, unseeing eyes.
Nancy felt a wave of nausea as she leaned in for a closer look. Bobby’s expression was frozen in a look of mild surprise, his eyes blank. Blood still trickled from a neat, round bullet hole above his ear.
Behind her, Nancy heard Bess and Brenda muffle screams.
“Is he dead?” Kyle asked, hugging Bess to his chest.
Nancy reached in and gingerly felt Rouse’s pulse, then gave a terse nod.
“I think I feel sick,” Brenda said in a tight voice. “I have to get out of here. I mean, I, uh, better go back and call in to the newspaper with this right away.” She took off down the alley.
“Call the police, too!” Nancy called after her.
Nancy’s gaze ran over the car’s interior, which was empty except for a takeout coffee container and a scrap of paper lying on the dashboard. Leaning over, she read aloud the words scrawled on the paper: “‘Nine o’clock, Greenwood.’ ”
Kyle checked his watch. “It’s nearly ten o’clock,” he said. “Do you think that note’s about some kind of meeting?”
“Maybe,” Nancy replied. “But I wonder what or who Greenwood is? And if Greenwood has anything to do with why he was killed.” She turned and headed toward the alley’s entrance. “Come on, let’s go make sure Brenda called the police.”
• • •
“What did Caroline say when you told her about Bobby Rouse?” Bess whispered to Nancy Tuesday morning.
Nancy had just taken a seat next to her friend in the front row of folding chairs set up in the middle of Farragut Park, near downtown River Heights. Caroline, standing on a platform decorated with red, white, and blue bunting, was about to speak to a coalition of teens and senior citizens who had banded together to clean up the park.
“She was pretty upset,” Nancy answered. “Not only is she being framed, but someone’s actually been killed. And now Bobby Rouse can never tell us who arranged for him to pose in that photograph.”
“Which means that Caroline might never find out who’s trying to ruin her campaign,” Bess finished.
Turning around in her chair, Nancy glanced at the crowd. Her gaze narrowed when she saw three college-aged guys standing in the back.
“Bess!” she said softly, pointing. “I saw those guys at Patrick Gleason’s headquarters yesterday. They were bad-mouthing Caroline.”
Bess frowned. “What are they doing here?”
“Beats me, but I’m going to keep an eye on them.” Nancy turned back to face front as Caroline was introduced to the crowd.
“Friends,” Caroline began, “I remember just two years ago when this park was a wasteland where children neve
r played and people were afraid to walk at night. But through your hard, unselfish work—”
“Murderer!” a voice shouted from the back row, cutting Caroline short.
Turning around, Nancy saw that the three guys from Gleason’s office were on their feet. Now they all shouted together, “Murderer!” One guy was holding up a sign in dripping red paint: The Answer: Hill Killed Rouse.
Nancy gasped and jumped to her feet. “Bess, we have to get them out of here right away! This could ruin Caroline’s campaign!”
She had only gone a step when the three young men rushed up to the dais.
“They have something under their shirts!” Bess said, gripping Nancy’s arm. “They’re going to hurt Caroline!”
Nancy sprinted toward the guys, but it was too late.
“No! Don’t do it!” Caroline shouted as one of the men heaved a small, round object at her. It was a balloon, Nancy realized.
Nancy froze as she saw the balloon strike Caroline and explode. The next instant, Caroline was covered head to toe in blood!
Chapter
Seven
NANCY WATCHED IN HORROR as Caroline staggered backward, dazed, dripping with the gooey red liquid.
“You’ll never get Bobby Rouse’s blood off your hands, Hill!” a wiry member of the trio snarled.
Nancy leapt into action, covering the last few steps to Caroline. Bess was right behind her. Catching Caroline by the shoulders, Nancy and Bess turned her away from the hecklers.
“It’s paint,” Nancy told Caroline as soon as she saw the red liquid up close.
Hector and several volunteers sprinted up from their chairs and tackled two of the attackers, while the third got away. The whole crowd was in an uproar.
All at once Caroline seemed to recover from the shock. “This has to stop!” she said angrily. She strode over to the two men who were pinned to the ground. Nancy and Bess followed.
“What is the meaning of this outrage!” Caroline demanded.
The two men got to their feet. Nancy saw the beefy guy’s Adam’s apple bob as he looked at Caroline. “You know what it’s about!” he shot back. “It’s all over the front page of Today’s Times. Bobby Rouse was found murdered last night.”