“Nancy? Are you all right?” For a minute Nancy didn’t move. “Nancy!” Bess shrieked. Nancy turned over and looked at the smoke rising from Lance’s car. “I’m all right,” she said, staggering to her feet. “If you hadn’t pulled up and honked when you did, though, I wouldn’t have been. Good timing, Bess!” As Nancy walked toward the wreckage of the Maserati, Lance came rushing out of the house. His face was white. “What happened?” he demanded. “I—I don’t understand—” “It’s pretty clear,” Nancy said ma...tter-of-factly. “Somebody bombed your car.” “Somebody—my car—” Lance looked as if he were going to be sick. “Obviously these guys are not going to stop at kidnapping,” Nancy said. Bess finished the thought. “They’re out for murder.” “But—but this doesn’t make sense,” Lance said. “Why try to murder me now? They don’t have their money yet!” “Well, they obviously wanted you out of the way for some reason,” Nancy pointed out.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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