Carolyn Keene - Deadly Doubles

Nancy struggled to a sitting position, still half-asleep. “Where is everybody?”

“George took the bus to Loudon to watch Teresa warm up for the afternoon match. Dan’s gone out to buy a newspaper. He’s already brought us breakfast. He didn’t want room service to know anyone’s in here. Nancy, come on! The senator’s practically spitting bullets!”

Nancy reached for the phone.

“About time!” the senator’s husky voice said crisply. “I want to see you. At the tournament. Be there by ten-thirty.”

“Has anything more happened?” Nancy demanded.

“I can’t talk.” The senator hung up.

“You look awful,” Bess said frankly, reappearing with a container of orange juice and a bag of doughnuts.

“What do you expect after we sat up talking till five?” Nancy bit into a doughnut, eyeing Bess. “I must say you’ve recovered remarkably. And you got even less sleep, I’ll bet.”

“Dan must be good for me,” Bess said. “Nancy, go back to sleep for a little longer. You don’t have to go to the tournament this minute. Teresa’s got a whole gang of bodyguards.”

“You mean the government finally came through?”

“Not ours. Hers,” Bess said. “Roberto’s murder also made the headlines down there. The San Carlos government’s calling it a ‘provocative international incident.’ Their people are keeping surveillance on Teresa, and our people are keeping surveillance on them.”

“Scratch the sleep,” Nancy said resignedly. “I’m taking a shower and going out there.”

By ten-thirty she was out at Loudon College, just in time to join George and watch the end of Teresa’s workout. “This place is really crawling with cops today,” George reported. “All types and all nationalities. Things are getting sticky.”

“Tell me about it,” Nancy retorted glumly, thinking about the hit list.

“If you ask me,” George said decidedly, “Roberto’s death was deliberate political murder.”

“I agree,” said Nancy. “But by which side? We don’t even know for sure whether forces inside or outside San Carlos are responsible.”

One thing was certain. Keeping everything hush-hush was rapidly becoming impossible.

Nancy looked around casually. Two college security guards were talking together at the far end of the court. Another stood near Nancy. Three U.S. government men were wandering around, looking out of place in business suits. Several Latin men were also gathered nearby. They were leaning against the wire fence, watching Nancy and George. Those must be the guards Bess had spoken of.

Nancy shuddered. She was beginning to wonder what fate Teresa’s government had in store for her. The papers that morning had been full of rumors about how cruel and totalitarian the dictatorship was.

“ Buenos días , Nancy.” Teresa came toward Nancy and George, wiping her forehead with her wristband. She looked sad but composed. “How about hitting a few with me, George?” she invited.

“I’ll get my tennis shoes,” George said gladly.

Soon the two were exchanging rapid strokes.

“Your friend’s in seventh heaven, isn’t she?” a voice said behind Nancy’s shoulder.

Nancy spun around.

Senator Kilpatrick stood there, elegant in a white linen dress and large brown straw hat. Beneath its shade her eyes were steely.

“What’s wrong?” Nancy demanded, alarmed.

“Plenty, in my opinion. Don’t worry, I don’t mean with you. Come have an early lunch with me.”

Nancy followed the senator to a small tent, plastic-walled and air-conditioned, that opened off the main dining tent. Iced tea, salad, and dessert were waiting, but the tent was empty, and the senator’s own bodyguards stood outside.

“Something’s going to happen, isn’t it?” Nancy asked.

“I’m furious about what isn’t happening,” the senator corrected her. “I’m fully aware that this is a sensitive situation, but it’s difficult to have a straightforward meeting with the representatives of the San Carlos political factions-which I’m supposed to be doing right now-when I’m not allowed to mention Roberto’s name! Of course the people from San Carlos want to know what’s going on-and what can I say?

“Especially when Roberto was known to be an opponent of the San Carlos regime and of U.S. foreign policy there,” Senator Kilpatrick continued. “That was the reason he was smuggling the list to me rather than the CIA. He met me when I was on a fact-finding mission in San Carlos a few months ago, and he trusted me. He suspected that people in authority in both our governments were, if not aiding and abetting government terrorists, at least closing their eyes to them. I don’t know if he was right, but it’s terrible not being able to investigate it!”

“And the killings could start any time,” Nancy added gravely.

The senator nodded. “I’ve just learned from a private source that a well-known hit man flew into Mexico from San Carlos yesterday. He’s already left Mexico, supposedly for the Bahamas. But the plane makes stops at some American territories on the way.”

“You mean he could be on the mainland already?”

“Right. Time’s running out.”

“What do you want me to do?” Nancy asked.

“I guess I’m hoping for a miracle,” Marilyn Kilpatrick said frankly. “Your father says you’ve produced those before. I’m hoping you’ll bring a fresh eye to this case, and a mind that’s not bogged down in politics and routine.”

“There must be a way to stop the assassinations-there has to be!” Nancy hardly realized she was thinking out loud. “Every criminal makes a mistake sometime. And Roberto was no fool. He knew he was in danger, so he must have planted that list somewhere it could be found if he was… taken care of. If only we had a little more time.”

But time, as the senator had said, was running out.

They finished their lunch. Beyond the plastic wall Nancy saw George talking with some of the other players. From the glow on George’s face, Nancy guessed they were complimenting her on her game.

“Let’s go join her,” Senator Kilpatrick said, following Nancy’s glance. They went out and followed George to the grandstand.

Just as George reached the gate in the high wire fence, a man came through it, heading toward the stairs to the boxes. Nancy gasped.

“What?” Senator Kilpatrick said instantly.

“He’s one of the guys who abducted me. Call Security!” Nancy tore off, passing George as she did so.

Immediately George came running after her. She and Nancy raced up the steps and into the narrow aisle that separated the front and back rows of boxes.

At the far end, the man was sliding into a bleacher seat next to a man in a hat who was reading a newspaper. The newspaper was lowered briefly.

“I don’t know him. But the first guy’s one of the ones who snatched me!” Nancy whispered to George.

“Get down! He knows you by sight, remember?” George whispered back. “I can pass for just another player.” As Nancy ducked, George began sauntering along the aisle.

She had almost reached the two men when the one in the hat folded his newspaper and looked sharply in George’s direction.

Nancy’s heart lurched. He was one of the ones who had been leaning against the fence watching Teresa’s workout! He had seen George there with Nancy!

George must have recognized him at that same moment. She half paused, then changed direction, heading up the rows of bleachers.

As she did so, the two men also rose and began to run after her. So did Nancy. If she can just get to the exit stairs! Nancy thought. If Senator Kilpatrick just brings help in time!

There was no time. Everything was suddenly happening at high speed. George was running. The men were running after her. And Nancy was pounding after them, kicking off her sandals as she did so. Barefoot, panting, she scrambled after her friend-who was by now on the top row of bleachers.