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with ATAC.”
    We gave the three of them the rundown of what ATAC had told us, and what had happened since we arrived. Our food came, and we all spent a few minutes in silence, shoveling it in.
    â€œThis is good. Really good,” said Bess. She had ordered migas, which were scrambled eggs on a tortilla with salsa and a bunch of other stuff. Even just the smell was delicious.
    â€œGood find, George,” said Joe.
    George smiled as she scooped up the last of her waffles.
    â€œSo, it seems like the big question is: Are Scott and Lexi the only two people being threatened, or—”
    â€œIs it the entire American team?” I finished Nancy’s sentence. “That was exactly what I was wondering.”
    â€œIt seems impossible that ATAC wouldn’t know the entire team was receiving death threats,” said Joe.
    â€œTrue—but they didn’t know about the threats against Lexi, and she’s Scott’s girlfriend,” said George.
    â€œRight. We need someone to make some inquiries among the other American athletes. They might be afraid to come forward, so we’ll have to be discreet about it,” I said.
    â€œWe’ll do it!” Bess grabbed George’s hand and raised it up in the air with hers.
    â€œWe will?” said George.
    â€œYes. And we’ll start with those gymnastics twins—John and Jim Ryan!”
    â€œUgh,” said George, groaning. “She’s obsessed!”
    â€œIt’ll be fun. Besides, we’ll get to meet a lot of famous athletes. You’ll like it.”
    â€œFine, fine.”
    â€œI want to go check in with Vijay. We should have him take a look at the CD Joe got at the arena. With all of his techie stuff, he should be able to figure out if it’s real or not. Plus, I want to see if the cameras I planted in Scott’s house are all up and running.”
    â€œToo bad we didn’t have any in the arena,” said Joe. “Or we might have gotten whoever made this CD on film!”
    â€œOhh,” said George. “I want to go! I want to see what kind of computers ATAC has for its operatives.”
    â€œBut who’s going to interview the athletes with me?” asked Bess.
    â€œI’ll do it,” said Nancy. “That way I can be in the arena and keep an eye on Lexi—and Scott.”
    â€œGreat,” said Joe. “If you guys are going to be there, I’m going to take the chance to go and talk to Scott’s former manager, Elisa von Meter. Since I’m his ‘personal assistant,’ it makes sense that I’d be the one to go and talk to her about this tell-all book she’s writing. Maybe she’s trying to add a little spice to the book by threatening Scott’s life.”
    The check arrived, and I scooped it up.
    â€œOne of the perks of working for ATAC,” I said. “They pay for all the food.”
    On her way back to the Olympic Arena, Nancy dropped George, Joe, and me at the hotel where Vijay was staying. Joe grabbed a cab, while George and I took in Vijay’s fancy digs. The hotel was one of those huge ultramodern buildings, all glass and chrome. It rose like a shiny steel needle up above the city, higher than any of the surrounding buildings.
    â€œYes?” said the clerk, in that way that was perfectly polite, yet still somehow managed to convey that he felt that we two
children
should not be here unescorted.
    â€œFrank Hardy here to see Vijay Patel,” I told him.
    â€œOh, yes,” he smiled, his manner suddenly changing. “Allow me to call Mr. Patel.”
    There was a quiet phone exchange, and then he turned back to us.
    â€œGo right up. The last elevator on the left goes directly to the penthouse suite.”
    As we walked away, George whispered to me.
    â€œDid he say ‘penthouse’? What gives?”
    I shrugged my shoulders. I hadn’t seen Vijay’s hotel room yet.
    The last elevator turned out to be a clear