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  "Now, what is it you want, Ms. Detective?" Kendra snapped.

  Nancy handed her the paper bag.

  " 'Get off my turf,' " Kendra read the words without feeling. "So why are you bringing this to me?"

  "Because you wrote it," Nancy said.

  "I did no such thing!" Kendra shrieked. She balled up the paper and threw it on the floor.

  "Kendra," said Nancy, "last night while we were in town, someone vandalized our room—I mean really ransacked it—and left this note."

  "So why come to me?" Kendra asked. "There must be fifty people staying at Bannon House."

  "For two reasons," Nancy said. "First, you have a history of trashing people's rooms, especially when you get jealous. That's why you're on probation at Emerson."

  Kendra flushed and lifted her chin defiantly. "That's a lie!" she said. "Do you believe everything you hear?"

  "I believe what I hear from campus security," Nancy replied. "And we all know that you're steaming about George and CJ. Plus your handwriting matches the writing on the note."

  "Well, I don't care what you say. I didn't write the stupid note, and I didn't trash your stupid room!" Kendra's voice kept rising as she went on. "I wasn't even here last night. I was out with Michael until after midnight. Ask Jennifer!"

  "Seems as if you're getting pretty tight with Michael Kirby," Nancy prodded.

  "What's it to you?" Kendra exploded. "Now get out of here!"

  "I'm leaving," Nancy said. "But I'm warning you. If anything else happens to George Fayne on this trip, she's ready to press charges."

  "We'll see about that!" Kendra snapped. "Do you know who my father is? Anthony P. Matthews the Third. That's right! Head of the biggest law firm in this county and a candidate for senate. You keep badgering me, and he'll have your head on a plate. Now you get out of here!"

  Nancy started to go, but just before she crossed the threshold she turned back. "Just remember what I said."

  Kendra slammed the door.

  Nancy went downstairs and stepped out on the porch that ringed the big house on three sides. The air was crisp and cold, and the sun was breaking through the gloom, turning the dew on the leaves into sparkling crystals. What a beginning for the day! Nancy thought, as she went back inside to the dining room. The quiet, relaxing bike tour was not living up to its promise.

  After a quick breakfast, Nancy excused herself to go to the game room to call the Emersonville police.

  "I can't believe you're in the office on Sunday," she said, when Lieutenant Easterling answered.

  "Not officially. I'm cleaning up some paperwork," he said. "What can I do for you, Nancy?"

  "I wondered if you had recovered any of the stolen property from the other burglaries yet."

  "Nope. And Palumbo—that's Spaghetti Man's name, Stephen Palumbo—he's not talking."

  "What were some of the things stolen in the other break-ins?"

  Nancy heard some papers rustling on the other end of the phone and imagined that the lieutenant was looking through a file. "Diamond rings, a fourteen-carat gold bracelet, an antique watch. The flashiest things on this list are the emeralds. Very old, very good, set in eighteen-carat gold, valued at fifty thousand. There was a necklace, earrings, and a bracelet. All square-cut stones."

  "And Palumbo hasn't talked about a fence?"

  "Nope. Can't get him to say a word. He came to Emerson a few months ago from Florida. Served time there for petty theft."

  "Run me a couple of checks?"

  "Sure. Name them."

  "First, Jennifer Bover. She's an Emerson student who works part-time at Ed's Diner. She's on the bike tour with us."

  "Ed's Diner? Now, that's a coincidence, isn't it? Bet she was surprised to hear that one of her co-workers got picked up Friday night."

  "She hasn't said anything about it," Nancy said.

  "Well, it was in all the newspapers," he replied.

  Nancy thought about the paper on Jennifer's bed, folded to the article about the arrest.

  "Second?" Lieutenant Easterling asked.

  "Remember the check on Michael Kirby?"

  "Yeah. We came up with the guy in Tennessee."

  "Right. Can you contact the Florida police and find out Palumbo's connections there? Also, would you check out Michael Kirby with the Florida police, too? This could be an alias, though. His initials might be K. S. He's a Caucasian male, five-foot-ten, about one hundred and eighty pounds, muscular, curly black hair, twenty-five or so."

  "We'll give it a whirl. I'll phone down south and talk to someone who worked on the Palumbo case in Florida. The computer won't spit out much on initials alone, though."

  "I appreciate whatever you can do, Lieutenant. Oh, and will you check out his vehicle, too?" She gave him a description and the license number of Kirby's van. It was an Illinois license plate. "I'll check in with you later today."

  "Okay. If I'm not here I'll leave the information with the desk sergeant. . . . Wait, hang on a minute, Nancy. Here's the readout on Bover. . . . There's nothing. A clean sheet. Do you want me to call the campus police about her?"

  "No, thanks, anyway. I don't think they'll have anything. She just started a few weeks ago."

  "Take care, Nancy," he cautioned.

  "I will. Thanks for your help."

  She hung up the receiver and walked to the bike compound. George had their things stacked on a picnic table just outside the compound, awaiting the group's departure. All seven water bottles were lined up on one end of the table, and Kendra was filling them from a pitcher of water. She pointedly ignored Nancy as she approached, turning her back to say something to Erik.

  Nancy walked over to Ned, who was just inside the compound, putting air in one tire. "I can't believe I was freezing this morning!" she said as she peeled off her sweater and tied it around her waist.

  "It's warming up," Ned agreed. "Indian summer. I just hope this lap is uneventful."

  Nancy nodded. "Did George bring you up to date on what happened last night?"

  He nodded toward the far side of the compound, where CJ was carefully inspecting George's bike.

  "I'm not going to let that girl out of my sight," Nancy said.

  "I think CJ's taken over in that department," he commented.

  "Then we'll all watch her," said Nancy, following Ned into the enclosed area.

  "Are you ready?" Erik called to George. He consulted a note pad as he walked over to where George and CJ were standing. "So far," he said smugly, "I have a three-minute-and-thirteen-second lead, and that will improve on this lap. It's uphill most of the way, and with my Colorado training I'll leave you in the dust."

  "We'll see about that," said George.

  All morning the riders struggled on the hilly terrain. Erik and George were ahead of the rest, with Erik leading.

  The road wound through woodland, where the golds and russets of autumn turned the landscape into a patchwork of color. Here and there, a creek would meander out to the side of the road, only to disappear again into the woods. Once, from the crest of a hill, Nancy saw farm buildings off in the distance, with rectangular sections of plowed ground stretching out on the other side, but that was the only indication of human habitation.

  The extra exertion demanded by the hilly terrain kept casual conversation to a minimum, and the lunch stop came as a welcome break.

  A historic marker, set in concrete, stood guard in front of a picnic area, little used now that the main highway bypassed it. The brass plate announced that it had been a major stopping point on a pioneer trail as early settlers moved west. A stream trickled past the site, and the occasional screeching of jays in the woods beyond broke the calm silence.

  Three pine picnic tables were lined up in a half-moon clearing, and a rusted metal can was upended in the center, covering a water pipe and faucet. The cyclists dismounted, and while the others started unpacking the food that the inn had supplied, CJ stretched out on one of the picnic benches and put his baseball hat over his face, "Thanks,
I'm not hungry," he muttered, when George offered him a sandwich. "I really thought I was in better shape."

  "You do look kind of pale," Nancy told him.

  "Light-headed, that's all," CJ replied. "And hot." He raised his head and took a swig from his water bottle. "Fm glad it's flatter country this afternoon. I couldn't go up one more hill."

  The banter at lunch was low-key. At the table beside them, Nancy heard Kendra complaining to Jennifer about Michael standing her up.

  "He was supposed to meet me here for lunch," she pouted.

  Nancy leaned over to Ned. "Fm glad he didn't make it," she whispered.

  After they had finished eating, everyone packed up and headed for their bikes. CJ, who had remained sitting, finally got to his feet.

  "Are you okay?" Ned asked, peering at him,

  CJ shook his head. He reached for the table to steady himself and suddenly doubled over, arms wrapped around his midriff.

  Ned ran to him, but he was too late. CJ had collapsed.

  Chapter Ten

  Nancy and George, walking toward their bikes, turned to call to the two boys to hurry up. They saw CJ fall and hurried back to kneel beside him.

  "Give me your water bottles," Ned said as he cradled CJ's head in one arm, "and something to put under his head."

  Quickly both girls passed over their bottles, and Nancy took her sweater from around her waist and rolled it into a pillow to go under CJ's head.

  "What happened?" George asked Ned, as he held a water bottle up to CJ's lips. CJ did not respond, and the water dribbled to the ground.

  "He passed out," Ned replied. "I don't know why. It's warm, but not that warm." He poured water on CJ's forehead. Then he poured more on his own bandanna and began gently swabbing CJ's face with the wet scarf. Finally his eyelids flickered and opened. "He's coming around," Ned said.

  At that moment the other three riders turned around and came back from the road, where they were just about to start out.

  "What happened to him?" Kendra asked in a worried voice, dismounting and kicking the stand on her bike into position. Her face was pale as she stared wide-eyed at CJ lying on the ground.

  For the first time on the trip, Nancy felt some empathy for the girl who so easily antagonized people. She seemed to be genuinely concerned about CJ as she crouched down beside Nancy.

  CJ managed a weak grin as he saw the circle of people around him. "Whew," he breathed, struggling to sit up. Ned slipped his arm behind him and gave him a boost. "Sorry about that," he said. "I don't know what hit me. I got these awful stomach cramps, and then I got really dizzy."

  He looked up at the concerned faces around him, took a deep breath, and drew his knees up against his chest. But then he leaned forward as his face contorted with pain. "Cramps aren't gone yet," he said haltingly. "You guys go on. I'll catch up later." He struggled to his feet, wobbled, and then quickly sat down again, shaking his head as if to clear it.

  "No way," said Ned. "We're not going to leave you here. You can't even stand up. We should get you to a doctor." He looked around at the others. "Look, you folks go on. I'll stay with—" But his words were interrupted as George let out a scream and dropped to her knees to catch CJ just as he toppled backward.

  "Water!" she said. "He's passed out again."

  "This is serious," said Nancy. "We can't go anywhere until we get him some help. I haven't seen a car along here for two hours. Erik, will you ride back to the last town and phone for an ambulance?"

  Erik nodded. "I'm on my way," he said, mounting up.

  "Wait a minute!" Kendra reached out and gripped his handlebars as he was about to take off. She was shielding her eyes from the sun and staring in the direction from which they had ridden. Off in the distance, a vehicle was approaching. "I think that's Michael coming now. He was going to meet me here for lunch, but he must have been delayed. He can take CJ to a doctor."

  George exchanged a glance with Nancy. "The first good idea she's had," she whispered.

  Nancy nodded. "It is a good idea," she said. "He's really sick."

  Jennifer, who had been standing on the edge of the circle, moved closer to them. "What's the matter with him? Do you know? Did he just pass out? Could it be food poisoning or something?"

  "I don't think it's food poisoning, or we'd all have it," Nancy answered. "He said he had terrible cramps, and then he passed out." She turned to face Jennifer, whose concern for CJ was apparent. It was really true, Nancy thought, how an emergency could knit a group of bickering people together—sometimes. But why hadn't it happened when George had had her accident?

  Kendra was standing almost in the middle of the road waving her arms at the approaching vehicle. Michael slowed the van, pulled off the road into the picnic area, and jumped out.

  "What happened?" he called, peering at the cluster of people around CJ. "Another knee problem?"

  "No, no. It's CJ. He's terribly sick. We have to get him to a doctor."

  "CJ?"

  "You know, the tall blond guy with glasses."

  Michael nodded, and the two of them moved toward the group. Nancy watched his expression as he came closer. He seemed more puzzled by this emergency than surprised. A suspicious feeling crept over her, a sixth sense warning her to be alert. Was CJ's sudden illness caused by something they couldn't control? Or was it the result of someone's deliberate action?

  Michael and Ned revived CJ, then supported him as he walked unsteadily to the van, where Erik was standing ready with the passenger door open. George, following close behind, wheeled CJ's bike up to the back doors.

  "We passed a crossroad about a mile back," Ned told Michael. "If you go back to that road and take a left, there's a hospital in the first town you come to. Moorestown. I have a buddy who lives there. His father's one of the doctors, and he has an office in the hospital. Ask for Dr. Anderson."

  "Gotcha. I know where Moorestown is," Michael replied, giving him a mock salute. He turned to George. "You want to go along for the ride, darlin'?" he asked, grinning at her. "I mean, I noticed that you and the patient are, well, special friends. We can just put your bike in the back, and you can ride along and play nurse."

  George's eyes narrowed as she looked at him, and Nancy could tell that she was weighing the reason behind the offer. Before she could answer, Ned stepped in. "I'll ride along with CJ," he said. "I know a shortcut coming back. Then CJ and I can bike back together after he's been treated for whatever this is."

  Without waiting for Michael to agree or disagree, Ned loaded his bike in the back with CJ's, then climbed into the seat behind Michael and CJ. The others in the group silently watched the van pull out, make a U-turn, and head back down the road. Even Kendra, who appeared to be irritated with Michael's offer to George, was subdued.

  "Ready?" Erik said to George.

  "I guess so." Her voice was strained, and Nancy could tell that she was worried. "Fm glad Ned went with him," she said to Nancy.

  Erik glanced at the others. "Fayne and I are resuming the competition," he announced. "We'll see the three of you in about an hour, at the roadside park where we originally planned our afternoon break." He consulted his watch. "Even with the interruption, we still have plenty of daylight to get to our lodgings for the night."

  They all put on their helmets. Then Erik and George rode off, and Nancy, Kendra, and Jennifer followed at a slower pace.

  "That's so scary," Jennifer called to Nancy, who was riding a little ahead of her. "Just to have somebody pass out like that. Maybe he ate something that none of the rest of us did, something he had left over in his pack."

  "Or he could have a heart condition that he didn't know about," Kendra volunteered, as they coasted down a slight incline. "Sometimes the healthiest people do. People you wouldn't suspect." She looked over at Nancy for confirmation.

  "I'm sure they'll figure it out at the hospital," Nancy replied.

  "I'm glad Ned went with him," Kendra continued. "It's so much better for him to have a guy along."


  Nancy bit back a smile and thought of the surprised look on Kendra's face when Michael had asked George to ride in the van. She concentrated on pedaling and didn't reply, concerned about CJ and hoping that he and Ned would be able to join them at the beautiful site where they were scheduled to spend the night.

  She had been to Lakeview several years before with her father, at the height of the tourist season, and been captivated by the quiet beauty of the small lake with its sandy beach and the surrounding woods. The lake itself was dotted on one side with tiny cabins, built over the years by the owner, who lived in a spacious home on the grounds. While the cabins had a waiting list of vacationers during the summer months, the owner looked forward to the peaceful early weeks of fall, when the cycling groups came through and used the facilities. He not only lowered the rates for the students, but had become famous for the barbecue dinners he prepared for them in the huge stone fire pit that dominated a picnic area by the main house.

  Jennifer and Kendra had pulled out ahead of her, and Nancy made no effort to catch up, glad to have some time alone to sort out her thoughts. Maybe she was overly suspicious about Jennifer. Maybe Jennifer was telling the truth about mailing her tuition payment. It could also be a coincidence that she and Palumbo worked at the same place. And while Kendra had undoubtedly written the note in a jealous huff, Nancy had no proof that she had trashed the room. Unlike their behavior when George had her accident, when Kendra had been accusatory and Jennifer had been silent, both girls had seemed genuinely concerned about CJ.

  Nancy had to wonder where did Michael Kirby figure into all this. Why did he keep asking George to ride with him, when she had made it clear she wasn't interested in him? Why did he carry a gun in his van? And a file of newspaper accounts of the burglaries? Was it coincidence, or her own imagination, or was George really targeted for some reason?