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Informationen zum Autor Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books. Klappentext Frank and Joe are assigned to pose as extras on the set of the upcoming teen movie "Deathstalker." The star believes that someone is out to get her. Someone tried to burn down her trailer. Can the Undercover Brothers get to the bottom of the arson? Leseprobe Movie Menace Speedy Delivery “Hold on!” I shouted at my brother. I hauled the wheel around. The sleek little motorboat skidded into the turn, its hull bouncing against the choppy, windswept water of the Chesapeake Bay. The boat we were chasing was now racing straight toward the wooded shoreline. For one crazy second I thought the driver might keep going and ram the hull right up onto the rocky beach. Then, with seconds to spare, he pulled it around to the left. The boat skimmed along the swells, running parallel to the shore. “Whoa!” my brother Frank yelled. He clung to the side of our boat. “The water’s way too shallow there! Turn now, Joe. We’ll have to wait for them to come back out here.” He was right. Frank usually is. He’s a smart guy; everyone says so. But I wasn’t about to let these lowlifes jump out and swim to shore. They’d disappear into the woods before I could get our boat turned around. “No choice, bro,” I called over the whine of the motor. “I’m going in.” Frank yelled something else. I didn’t hear him. For one thing, the motor got even louder as I eased it into another turn. For another, I was totally focused on that other boat. There were two guys in it. One was bent over the wheel. The other glanced back at us. He looked angry. Teenage drug runners usually do when they know they’re about to get caught. I let the motor out another notch. “This is crazy!” Frank’s voice broke through my focus. He sounded freaked out. Nerdy older brothers usually do when their studly, fearless younger brothers are doing something gutsy. “If they don’t get in deeper water stat, they’re going to—” CRASH! The noise hit me first. The sight seemed to happen in slow motion. I saw the boat ahead of us stop short. No, not quite stop. It sort of crumpled, then the stern of the boat flew upward. It flipped over in midair … SPLASH! My slow-motion vision ended as the overturned boat hit the water. I heard Frank yelling again, but I ignored him. I was busy hauling the wheel to the left, trying to turn our boat before we smashed into the wreck. “Too late!” I yelled, realizing there was nothing I could do. Not unless I suddenly figured out a way to beat the laws of physics. I let go of the wheel and dove for the edge of the boat. I could only hope that Frank caught on and followed. Like I said, he’s a smart guy. But sometimes he’s too cautious, a little too slow to act…. “Jump!” I cried as I flung myself over the boat’s edge. Oof. I belly flopped into the water. The wake of our speeding boat spun me around like a washing machine beating up on a pair of dirty socks. I wasn’t sure which way was up. Even though I was still underwater, I felt the shudder as our boat hit the wreckage. KABOOM! The water rippled with the force of the explosion, sending me on a few more rotations. I fought my way to the surface, squinting to get the murky water out of my eyes. Frank. Where was Frank? Had he made it off the boat in time? “I told you not to get so close to shore,” a familiar voice said from a few feet behind me. Whew! I’d never been so glad to hear one of Fran...
