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Informationen zum Autor Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books. Klappentext In the exciting conclusion to the Galaxy X trilogy! Frank and Joe are back to square one with their suspect list. They must find out the identity of the saboteur behind the disruptions at the X Games theme park! Galaxy X! before he kills again. Leseprobe Bombs Away “Aaaah!” I yelled as my mountain bike’s front tire skidded on a patch of mud. At the speed I was going over the rough wooded trail, a wipeout would be a disaster. I wrenched the handlebars to one side, slipping through the mud at a forty-five-degree angle to the ground. Somehow the bike kept going and I managed to get it upright again. Whew! The bike I was chasing was only a dozen yards ahead now, its rider crouched over the handlebars. Just then the ground dropped away in a steep downhill incline. There were big, jagged rocks embedded everywhere in the packed dirt. I had to pay attention so I wouldn’t hit any of them with my front tire and wind up flying head over heels over the front of the bike. “Left! Left!” my brother Joe shouted from somewhere behind me. Glancing up, I saw that he was right. Our quarry was veering off to the left, taking a narrow uphill trail through some tall pine trees. I leaned over the handlebars and pumped the pedals as hard as I could. Seconds later I skidded around the corner at breakneck speed. By then the other bike was already slowing down. The hill was massive. Even in the heat of the chase, I couldn’t help being impressed. This had to be the best mountain biking trail I’d ever seen. And the most amazing part? It wasn’t in the wilds of the Rocky Mountains or anywhere like that. No, it was part of Galaxy X—a brand-new amusement park on an island off the Carolina coast. I guess with enough money, you could build anything. At least that seemed to be the philosophy of Tyrone McKenzie, the super-successful music producer who’d created the place. “Stop!” I yelled as I pumped up the hill. “Come on, Lenni. We just want to talk to you!” The biker glanced back briefly. I was ready to put on more speed. This wasn’t the first time Lenni Wolff had led me and Joe on a wild chase. Lenni was a local skateboarding phenom. She had moves that even professional skaters couldn’t top. She also had a major attitude about Galaxy X. That was partly because McKenzie had razed the old skate park she and her friends had built on the same site. It was also because she disapproved of the very existence of a place like GX. Anyone willing to pay the entrance fee could come in and try out a bunch of extreme sports along with the roller coasters and other regular theme park rides. Lenni thought that cheapened real skater culture. She wasn’t the only one who felt that way. There was all kinds of buzz about it on the Internet. Even a website called StopGX. Besides that, local protesters had been picketing outside the place since before it opened. That was how Joe and I had ended up there. McKenzie had called in ATAC to figure out who was behind some online threats and real-life vandalism. ATAC stands for American Teens Against Crime. It’s a super-secret crime-fighting organization started by our dad after he retired from the NYPD. It sends in agents like Joe and me to investigate in locations where adult agents might seem out of place. Locations like GX. The biker ahead slowed even more after I called out. I put on a last burst of speed, my leg muscles screaming. But it was worth it—I caught up. Grabbing Lenni by the shoulder, I yanked her off the bike. “Hey!” The other biker hit the ground hard, then sat up and glared at me from under his helmet. Hang on. His helmet? Oops. “Um, sorry, dude,” I stammered out, backing away. “Thought you were someone else.” Just then...
