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the likely culprit. Also, the trashing of your dad’s office and not Scarlatti’s makes the guy look guilty. But why would Scarlatti want to wreck the museum he wants to take over?”
    Joe pushed back his chair and got to his feet. “I’m tired of these guessing games. Let’s go check out Scarlatti’s house. Since the museum’s closed, he might be at home.”
    â€œDo you know where he lives?” Frank asked Alicia as they both stood up.
    â€œHe lives in Siasconset—or ’Sconset as the people who live here call it,” Alicia told him. “I’ll lead you there on my moped.”
    â€œGreat,” Joe said. “Frank and I can borrow mopeds from the inn.”
    Five minutes later Frank, Joe, and Alicia were speeding to ’Sconset on mopeds. Since the main road was being resurfaced just outside the village, they were forced to detour onto a rutted road.
    The road was narrow and treacherous, with sharp curves and cliffs that plummeted down to a rocky shoreline twenty feet below. Glancing out over the ocean, Frank could see the colorful jibs of sailboats zigzagging across the choppy blue water. The faint hum of a plane in the distance grew steadily louder.
    Suddenly the noise became overwhelming. It wasn’t a plane, Frank realized—it was some vehicle behind him revving its motor.
    â€œWatch where you’re going!” Frank heard Joe shout.
    Frank shot a quick glance behind him. A blue dune buggy with a red lobster insignia on the hood was bearing down on Joe, as if trying to push him off the winding road. Frank knew he had to act fast, or Joe would plummet down the cliff.
    Frank slammed on his brakes, hoping it would force the fast-moving dune buggy to swerve and pass them both.
    Frank looked quickly over his shoulder and then back at the road ahead of him. His heart leaped into his throat. The road had curved and he’d veered into the other lane—right into the path of an oncoming car!

5 Hang-Up Call
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    At the last possible second Frank steered his moped hard to the right and missed the oncoming car by inches. Back in the right lane, he brought the moped to a halt on the side of the road.
    â€œHey, buddy, you okay?” the driver yelled as he slowed his car. “You’d better be careful or you’ll drive right into the water.”
    â€œSorry,” Frank said. He shot a glance over his left shoulder to see the blue blur of the dune buggy speeding by him.
    â€œFrank!” Joe yelled from behind. Frank turned to see that Joe had stopped his moped about ten yards behind. His blue eyes were flashing with anger, and his breath came in bursts.
    â€œDid you see that yahoo?” Joe asked “He was trying to run me off the road—he looked like he was planning to pick you off next.”
    â€œI saw the dune buggy but not the driver,” Frank told him. “Did you get a look at him?”
    â€œNope,” Joe said, shaking his head. “I was too busy trying to stay on the road.”
    â€œHey, guys, what’s going on?” Alicia shouted as she approached them from the opposite direction. “I noticed you weren’t behind me, so I turned back.” She wheeled her moped around, bringing it to a stop next to Joe’s.
    â€œDid you see a bright blue dune buggy go by you on the road?” Frank asked her. “It nearly knocked Joe over the cliff—and almost made me slam into a car.”
    â€œDid it have a picture of a lobster on the front of the hood?” Alicia asked.
    â€œThat’s the one,” Frank told her. “Did you see the driver?”
    â€œNot very well—he was really speeding. But it looked like he was wearing some kind of hat or mask or something,” she said, furrowing her brow. “It was pretty weird.”
    â€œThat’s for sure.” Joe looked troubled. “That driver definitely had it in for us—and he didn’t want to be