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mechanic insisted that the car was fine.”
    Sorry, Busy Bee, Nancy said to herself. She didn’t like giving the auto shop a bad rap, but her little white lie was for a good cause.
    â€œNot surprised,” the man on the phone said.
    â€œIf you could keep an eye out for anything that Busy Bee might have done wrong, I’d really appreciate it,” she finished.
    â€œNo problem, Mrs. Wheeler. I’ll keep my eye out,” the man said.
    â€œThank you, Mr. . . . um, I’m afraid I didn’t catch your name,” Nancy said.
    â€œIt’s Joe,” the man said. “I’m head mechanic here at Frank’s.”
    â€œThank you, Joe,” Nancy said. “I’ll call later to check on things.”
    â€œFine, Mrs. Wheeler,” he answered.
    After hanging up Nancy went back into the front room, where Tsu and Logan were talking.
    â€œI’d been telling Alex to get new tires put on Kara’s car for weeks. The tires on the car now are really bald,” Logan was saying.
    That’s right, Nancy mused. Alex took Kara’s car to Tacoma. Added to the threatening note and her equipment problems, it looked like someone was out to get Kara, not Alpine Adventures.
    Having done all the investigating possible at Alpine Adventures, Nancy wanted to head overto Outrageous Adventures and ask Hank Moody a few questions. “I’m going to run some errands,” she said. “See you both later.”
    Nancy drove across town past a mixture of old and modern buildings, mostly all wood. The Outrageous Adventures office was in a small building at the end of a block, separate from the row of shops that lined the rest of the street. Taking a quick peek in the rearview mirror, Nancy smoothed her hair before walking up to the front door.
    Stepping inside, Nancy was greeted by a woman in her midforties. “Can I help you?” the woman asked.
    â€œYes.” Nancy smiled. “I’m looking for Mr. Hank Moody.”
    â€œMr. Moody is in his office,” the woman said, pointing to a door. “You can go on back,” she said.
    â€œThank you.” Nancy stepped through the doorway and saw the stocky, middle-aged man she had seen at The Kitchen earlier.
    â€œMr. Moody?” Nancy asked politely.
    Hank Moody nodded, and Nancy continued. “I’m Nancy Drew, and I’d like to talk to you about Alpine Adventures.”
    At the mention of the company’s name, Hank Moody stiffened slightly. “Of course,” he responded smoothly. “I’ve heard they’ve had a run of bad luck lately.” He gestured to a chair in front of his desk, and Nancy sat down.
    â€œWhat exactly have you heard?” Nancy inquired.
    â€œAs I understand it, they’ve had a few minor falls on some local trips. And, of course, there was the break-in the other night. But why are you so interested in all of this?” he asked.
    Nancy wasn’t exactly thrilled to tell Hank Moody she was investigating the case, but she didn’t see any way to put him off.
    â€œWell, to tell you the truth, I’m a private investigator, and I’m trying to determine the cause for the accidents and the break-in,” Nancy said. “The police believe that the break-in was just a teenage prank, but with the other mishaps I think there may be some foul play.”
    â€œIn Enumclaw?” Hank Moody chuckled. “You’re not from around here, are you? I’m sure that the occurrences over at Alpine Adventures are just coincidence, Miss Drew.”
    â€œI hope you’re right, Mr. Moody,” Nancy said, watching him closely for his reaction to hernext question. “Where were you on Wednesday night?”
    The muscles in Hank Moody’s jaw tightened as he realized what Nancy was suggesting. “Are you saying that you think / broke into Alpine Adventures?” he bellowed. “I don’t feel threatened by Alex Wheeler. I had my own