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Fenton concluded. "What surprises me, Mr. Roberts, is why you came here instead of calling the police as soon as you found out."
    Jade's father looked uncomfortable.
    "We're talking about your daughter's life!" Joe snapped when Roberts didn't answer.
    "I know," Kevin Roberts replied slowly. "That's why I think we shouldn't say anything to the police."
    Joe was confused.
    "If organized crime is behind this, there may be crooked cops on their payroll. I came to the same conclusion as Frank about heavy gambling involvement."
    "So what do we do now?" Jade asked.
    "You stay here tonight," Fenton replied. "Frank and Joe will sleep in one room, and you and your father can use the other."
    Joe looked at his father. "What about you?"
    "I have a hunch that I won't be getting much sleep," Fenton said. "I've got a lot of arrangements to make for you for tomorrow."
    "While you're up," Frank said, "have one of your FBI friends run a check on a surfer named Nick Hawk."
    ***
    At dawn Fenton Hardy hustled his sons and Jade onto an interisland commuter plane.
    "Where are we going?" Joe asked.
    "Maui," his father replied. "It's an island about ninety miles southeast of here. It's a little bigger than Oahu, but it's a lot less crowded."
    "What do we do when we get there?" Jade wanted to know.
    "Stay away from crowds," Fenton said. "There'll be a rental car waiting for you at the airport. Keep moving around until we can find out who's after you - and why."
    He turned to his older son and handed him a slip of paper. "Frank, here's a number where I can be reached if I'm not at the hotel. Try to check in a couple times every day."
    ***
    Just as Fenton Hardy had said, a car was waiting at the airport. Frank called his dad to let him know what their plans were. Joe got behind the wheel, and a few minutes later they were driving along a twisting, two-lane road. Jade was sitting next to him, and Frank directly behind him, looking out the window. On the left was a steep hillside, covered with tropical plants. On the right the ground fell away sharply, and the Pacific waited several hundred feet below.
    "Jade should be safe," Frank said, "as long as we keep on the move."
    "Well, we're moving right along," Joe observed, keeping his eyes on the curvy road ahead. "Although I'm not sure where we'll end up."
    "This road follows the coastline south to the town of Hana," Jade explained. "But how long do we keep driving around?"
    Frank shrugged. "A few days, maybe - maybe less."
    "Do you really think your father can help?" Jade asked.
    "With access to the FBI computers and the description of the blue sedan with the broken rear window," Joe said, "you'd be surprised what he might turn up."
    Frank pounded the seat with his fist. "I knew I forgot something!"
    "Your Bermuda shorts?" Joe ventured.
    "No. I forgot to tell Dad about those two FBI agents."
    "So what? We're all on the same side, aren't we?"
    "I hope so," Frank muttered almost to himself.
    Joe gestured out the window. "Relax. We're in paradise, remember? If that guy behind us would just stop tailgating, I could slow down and enjoy the view myself."
    Then there was a loud, metallic crump, and the car lurched forward suddenly.
    "Hey!" Joe yelled. "That guy just rear-ended us!"
    There was another crump, and they surged forward once more.
    "He did it again!" Joe shouted, struggling to keep the car on the road.
    Frank spun around and got a good look at the other vehicle. It was a pickup truck, and this time he made sure to get the license plate number. But he didn't think it would do much good. The truck was larger and heavier than their car, and he guessed the driver wouldn't stop ramming them until he pushed them over the edge of the cliff.

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    Instinctively Joe slammed on the brakes, but when he did, the truck just rammed them harder. They skidded closer to the cliff edge. Then he switched tactics and hit the gas pedal.
    But there were too many twists and turns in the road. He would barely pull away