Enemy Spy

Enemy Spy by Wendelin Van Draanen Read Free Book Online

Book: Enemy Spy by Wendelin Van Draanen Read Free Book Online
Authors: Wendelin Van Draanen
Tags: Ages 7 & Up
Shredderman site!
    I had to get home!
    Fast!

Chapter 14
The FBI
    I did ride fast—25 … 26… 27.5 miles an hour!
    But it wasn't fast enough.
    As I rounded the corner and came down our street, I spotted a black SUV parked in front of my house. It looked a lot like one of the cars that had been in front of Mr. Green's cabin!
    I slowed, then cut into the school, which was pretty much deserted. I left my bike out of view, then took the binoculars out of my backpack and crawled around bushes until I could see my house.
    I looked through my binoculars. The SUV didn't say “FBI”on it or anything, but I could tell by the man standing next to it that it was an FBI vehicle. Partly it was the way he was standing by the car, looking at everything like a hawk. Mostly it was theway he was dressed. His hair looked like it had been cut by an FBI barber.
    His pants looked like they'd come straight from the FBI store!
    And his sunglasses were black-black. Sleek.
    Definitely FBI-issue shades!
    All of a sudden the front door to my house opened.
    Another FBI guy came out!
    And another!
    They were carrying a computer!

    I focused on it as they hauled it to the car. It wasn't my computer—it was my mom's! And right behind them, with her hand wrapped around my mother's arm, was an FBI lady!
    They were taking my mother away?
    Why?
    I focused the binoculars on my mother's face. She seemed serious, but she wasn't crying. She was just going along, getting in the back of theSUV. And before I could run home and yell “Let her go!”they were driving her away.

    I jumped on my bike and chased after them. As fast as I could, as hard as I could, I pedaled after that SUV! And boy, it's a good thing there are red lights! It gave me the chance to catch up while they waited for them to turn green.
    We were getting near the Cedar Creek Bridge when a news van came blasting over it, going the opposite direction. Chatty Adams was in the pas-senger seat!
    I looked over my shoulder as they zoomed by. Was she going to our house?
    Had she heard they were arresting my mom?
    But Chatty Adams must have spotted the SUV, because all of a sudden the news van spun a U-turn!
    It was coming after us!
    Was Chatty going to yell a bunch of questions at my mom?
    Was my mom going to be on national TV?
    Were they going to make her seem like a criminal?
    If Chatty could, she would!
    I moved over from the right side of the road and rode smack-dab in the
middle
of the bridge. I had to stop Chatty Adams! She was crazy! She thought Mr. Green had a house full of guns! Who knew what she'd say about my mom!
    Chatty's van honked.
    I kept riding in the middle of the road, pre-tending I didn't hear.
    The van honked longer. Louder!
    I kept riding in the middle of the road,
doity-doity-doity-doy.
    When we were over the bridge, the van went off the road, onto the shoulder! It guzzled gas like crazy as it passed me by! Chatty Adams glared out the window at me.
    I pretended I didn't see her.
Doity-doity-doity-doy.
But now I had to catch up again! And boy, they were going so fast!
    I tried my hardest, but I just couldn't keep up. There was a long stretch of road with no stoplights, and they lost me.
    When I got to Old Town, I skidded to a halt at a pay phone. I dug through my backpack for leftover lunch money. My legs were shaky from the ride. And my head was pouring sweat! I tore off my helmet and dropped coins into the pay phone. My hands were shaking as I punched in my mother's cell phone number.
    Brrrring… brrrring… brrrr …
    “Hello?”
    “Mom! I saw them taking you away.”

    “Calm down, Nolan. I'm fine,”she said to me. Then, to someone else, she snapped, “Do you mind? It's my son. He's worried.”
    I guess they decided to let her talk to me, because she said, “Everything's going to be okay, honey.”
    “They took your computer,”I whispered.
“Why?”
    “They seem to think I'm Shredderman,”she said.
    “You?”
    She laughed. “Pretty funny, huh?”Then she added,

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