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plan before we left the hotel. If these guys were heading this way after one of the robberies, they either had a place out here, or they were reporting back to someone. Either way, they’d be carrying all the stolen goods, and they’d probably be looking to move them fast. That meant they needed to find somewhere to fence them. We’d check out pawn shops, too, but chances were there was someone here who dealt in stolen goods. We needed to find that person. We had a backpack filled with “stolen goods” that we’d bought in the hotel gift shop and kept the tags on. Each one had a radio transmitter on it, the size of a pinhead,which would allow us to monitor its location. We just needed to get one thing in the hands of the right person.
    We walked back to the shop. As we walked inside, we listened to the people at the tables. A girl with a lip ring was talking loudly to everyone outside.
    â€œYeah, so then I broke his window, opened the door, and yanked him right out of the car. Tossed him on his behind. It was awesome!”
    I shot Frank a glance. These were definitely the right people to talk to. We grabbed two coffees from the counter and went back out to sit on the stoop. We talked to each other for a few minutes, waiting for a lull in their conversation. Finally the chance came when the two other people at the girl’s table got up. The guy on the left whistled, and the two dogs stood up and loped after him. Frank and I grabbed the seats they left behind.
    â€œHey,” I said as we sat down. The girl eyed us with a flat, wary stare.
    â€œWhat’s good?” she said.
    â€œWe heard you talking earlier. Got our attention.”
    â€œOh yeah?” Her eyes sparkled for a moment. “What y’all get into?”
    â€œWe got some stuff we’re looking to sell.”
    I gestured to Frank, and he opened the backpack.
    â€œIt’s good stuff. We boosted it this morning.”
    â€œWhat?!” The girl shot up in her chair. She grabbed alaptop bag that I hadn’t noticed sitting under her chair, and pulled it protectively close to her. “Dude, I was talking about ZOMG Kill Five! What is wrong with you?”
    Her yelling had caught the attention of some of the other people at the coffee shop, who were starting to gather around us. Hastily, Frank zipped up the backpack and we stood up.
    â€œIs there a problem here?” The man and woman who had been working the counter strolled out of the coffee shop. Casually—too casually—they were holding baseball bats, as though they were about to play a pickup game. I had a feeling our heads were about to be the balls!
    â€œNo, no sir,” Frank started to say, but the girl cut him off.
    â€œThey’re trying to sell some stolen stuff!”
    This was going from bad to worse. Before the crowd totally had us hemmed in, Frank and I took off running. They started chasing us, a dozen or so people, two baseball bats, and out of nowhere, another dog.
    â€œGet them!”
    â€œTeach them to steal stuff in our neighborhood!” Someone threw a rock, and I saw it bounce off Frank’s backpack. This was definitely not good. I’d never really understood the phrase “angry mob” before now.
    Thankfully, ATAC had trained us for this sort of situation. Frank and I split up at the first intersection. Fromthere, it was just a matter of hopping fences, hiding behind cars, and doubling back until we had exhausted our pursuers.
    And ourselves.
    By the time we got back to our bikes, we were both panting, covered in sweat.
    â€œThere has to be a better way to do this,” said Frank.
    â€œI have an idea,” I said. I pulled out my phone. Frank smiled when he heard the voice on the other end.

CHAPTER 5
    NANCY GHOST TOUR
    And just like that, my vacation was officially over. With Daniel dead, I went straight into detective mode. I can’t help it. Where there’s a crime, there’s a