GT CHALLENGE
BY
ERIC SPEED
NEW YORK
CONTENTS
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GRADUATING TO A 260Z
THE EXTRA WRENCH
REUNION AT ATLANTA
TIMING TROUBLE
INKYS HARD LUCK
A SHINER FOR BRAD
GOOD OLD JABBO
A FLAPPING DOOR
QUARTZ-LIGHT ASSIST
SKID-PAD MAGIC
A SICK MG
A SPY IN THE HOUSE?
THE POGO STICK PRINCIPLE
THAR SHE BLOWS!
TEN DAYS IN THE CLINK
RED AND YELLOW FLAGS
OUT OF THE PAST
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CHAPTER I
Graduating to a 260Z
the SCCA and race the Formula 500 series. This has
enough prize money to make everything worthwhile.
However, you would be racing against teams with
hundreds of thousands of dollars behind them.
On the other hand, you could race with the
International Motor Sports Association, IMSA for
short. The IMSA GT series for Grand Touring cars
offers almost as much money as the Can-Am or
Formula 500 series. As you know, they race mostly
Corvettes, Porsches, Camaros, and Mustangs.
Theyve all won GT races at one time or another,
but the best cars have been the Porsches and
Corvettes.
I thought the Datsun two-sixty Z was a good car
for GT racing, Lonny said.
It is, but its fairly new. The two-sixty Z needs a
good team to develop it. Only one team has really
worked on a two-sixty Z. Bob Sharpe in Wilton,
Connecticut, has done very well.
Screeching brakes heralded Wynns return. Ive
got it! he cried. Theres a place in Charlotte
selling a two-sixty Z car!
Lets see! Lonny leaned over his shoulder
eagerly as Wynn spread out the paper. The ad read:
FOR SALE:
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Brad asked.
No, more devious than that, Jeff replied. A
phony salesman in Charlotte is showing the samples
to dealers, taking bogus orders, and getting a fat
advance payment, which he pockets. Then the
people who have been cheated ring my phone off the
wall. He sighed. The item already has a bad name
and I havent even gone into production yet. So far
the police have been no help because they have few
contacts who know the racing game and the cons
who associate with it.
So you want us to keep our eyes and ears open
for a phony salesman, right? Wynn asked.
Thats it, and nail him! It means a lot to me to
keep a good name.
Wynn and Lonny decided to drive to Charlotte
the next day to search for the crook. Meanwhile,
Brad would fly to Los Angeles with his check from
Jeff. He would pay all his bills, then drive back to
meet the boys and start preparing for the season.
Brad was eager to show them his MG TD, which he
had spent hours restoring. This proud possession had
only enough room to transport him, his one suitcase,
and a box of engineering books.
When the boys arrived in Charlotte, they headed
for an auto dealer who had reported a swindle.
Champ Cars had ordered ten of the ignition systems,
making a down payment of three hundred dollars.
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CHAPTER III
Reunion at Atlanta
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CHAPTER IV
Timing Trouble
the team!
The sessions ended with Wynn and Lonny
qualifying seventh, and the girls eighth, in starting
positions. All in the top ten, Brad said proudly.
Thats a great beginning!
Also note that our TV detective friend has half a
second on that creep Velec, Inky said triumphantly.
Hes not just a jet-set playboy.
Lonny had studied past results in order to spot the
competition for the season. Velec has a pretty
speedy track record from last year, he said. But he
got into a lot of bad scrapes to achieve it.
In the afternoon, Wynn, Lonny, and Brad left for
a trip into Atlanta, where they would scout for Jeff
Kuralts swindler. The girls would wait until the
official results came out so they could look at the
next days grid positions.
The boys split up in the city, each visiting
different auto dealers. They agreed to meet at a
parking lot later.
There they compared notes from their inquiries.
All three had encountered people who had been
duped, and their descriptions of the swindler were
similar! Two gave an additional bit of information.
The so-called Altadyne representative had a slight
accent, which they thought might be Cuban or
Mexican. It would match the mans dark coloring.
The boys reported to the police, then went back to
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announced.
You were dead right, Inky, Brad said. One of
the people in the tower credited Velec with the times
of number sixty-six since they were so similar in
paint jobs. Number sixty-six was already on the pole
from the first session, and Velec is right where you
had him. Behind Harlan, in third.
At that moment Harlan walked up. Thanks,
Inky. Ive been traveling without a crew and to tell
the truth, didnt even know my own lap times. From
now on Ill know where to check on the results.
Any time. We keep track of all the cars just to
make sure we get a clear picture of the competition.
Oh, oh, Harlan whispered, I think were
having a visitor whos not so pleased with the new
results.
Velec strode into the campsite. I dont like being
cheated out of my position by some little bird who
thinks she knows how to time race cars! he
stormed. Why dont you get a sun bonnet and sit in
the stands, madam. Your nose could use some
powder, too. It looks a bit well done.
Wynn watched Inkys bottom lip stick out
defiantly as she stepped forward. Tell me how you
set fast time in the second session with your car in
the pits? Did you put a number on your back and
race on foot?
Velec was taken aback by the reply. Well, you
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her, earning the line through the turn and the fast
shot up the hill.
Wow! Look at her go! Brad exclaimed.
The racers were visible to the pit crew only for a
few seconds during each lap. Then they disappeared
for the difficult back side of the track. Inky
maintained her position at the end of the first lap
before the competitors disappeared over the hills and
behind the trees on the long course.
But on lap three, trouble had developed at the
front of the pack. The public-address system was
making a garbled announcement that no one could
hear over the sound of the backmarkers that were
now completing the second lap.
Brad looked up from the watch to an empty track.
Inky was overdue. She and at least six others were
missing. Must have been some pileup, he said,
worried. We lost a big chunk of the field.
As the remaining cars passed, the loudspeaker
could be heard again.
Number forty-three blew an engine. Oiled the
track. Seven cars are off course. The corner station
reports they are out of contention, repeat, out of the
race, because of the soft mud in the infield.
What a bad break! Lonny remarked. That
shower last night must have turned the infield into a
bog.
Sorry, folks, the announcer continued, we lost
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Nancy-Rae said.
Right, Brad added. We saw that move Velec
pulled.
Wynn nodded. He collected me on purpose. And
all he had to do was be patient and he could have
passed me fair and square. Driving that car was like
wrestling a greased pig on roller skates, as I see my
good buddy is finding out.
They watched Lonny, usually the more
conservative of the two drivers, going into turn one
sideways.
You know its the car because hes a straight
shooter behind the wheel, Wynn told Brad.
Five hours and forty-five minutes later, Inky
indicated that it was time for Brad to give Lonny the
countdown. Only five laps to go. He should
maintain his position, she reasoned, and finish tenth.
The ninth-place car was too far ahead to press. Brad
signaled: EZ 5 L meaning, Take its easy, only five
laps to the finish.
As the checkered flag dropped, Wynn said,
Looks as if our TV detective got a second. Where
did Velec end up?
Inky checked her chart. Fifth. And in the points,
Im afraid. Lonny gets one for tenth.
Could have been none, Brad said and slapped
Wynn on the back. Lets take a look at the car.
Bet you a quarter he says the first item is to fix
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the cockpit.
Lonny pulled into the pits and climbed out of the
car. The back of his suit was dark with perspiration.
When he took his helmet off, his face was flushed
and his hair plastered to his forehead. First thing on
the list, he said breathlessly. Cool this thing off!
Brad laughed and flipped Wynn a quarter while
the confused and tired Lonny looked on. Nancy-Rae
handed him a cup of iced tea.
Dont look now, she said, but here comes our
friend. He didnt finish high enough to make the
victory circle, and I didnt see him up there
congratulating Harlan for taking second.
Hey, you kids. You need your parents consent
to be running loose in the pits, Velec called. He
was walking with another driver named Max Turner,
who was laughing at his quip. Oh, sorry, I was
mistaken. It is a group of our fellow drivers. I
thought maybe the local kindergarten was out on a
field trip.
Why dont you beat it, Velec, Wynn snapped.
Your welcome is wearing a bit thin.
And did the young ladies finish in their kiddie
car? Velec went on. Believe I saw the wuddle car
go wup de wup out in the nasty old mud.
Okay, Velec, I warned you! Wynn walked
forward but Brad stepped in between. Cool it,
Wynn. I know Turner. Hes bad news.
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good deal.
The man squinted at them and chewed on his
cigar. Now, I dont believe I have any idea of what
youre talking about, young feller!
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prank.
They heard people speaking Spanish. A young
Mexican held a banner he had rescued from the side
of the bus. A name was on the unburned portion.
Gonzales, Brad read. That must be Juan
Gonzales, and the bus brought his fans here to cheer
him on in his first American race.
Suddenly Wynn clutched Lonnys arm. Yanking
him back from the fire, he pointed. Standing alone
beside the bus was a dark, slender figure. In the
dancing light they recognized the face. It was Bill
Flynn!
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A Flapping Door
arrival.
Im glad you kids made it, Jeff said. And I
might as well tell you that San Francisco is
becoming one of the biggest hit spots for the con
artists. Ive had three angry phone calls from car
dealers this week.
We were just on our way to S. F. to interview
dealers, Brad said.
Good. The pattern of the Altagem swindles
seems to follow the IMSA racing circuit, Jeff said.
Its really strange.
That evening the young racers met at the
campfire. Inky had bought steaks to grill for dinner,
a rare treat for the economical travelers, and Brad
proudly demonstrated his new camera, taking a
group picture that was developed in seconds.
We didnt get any leads on the swindler, he
reported, except that the man is dark haired and
slender. The accent that was noticed in Atlanta
doesnt seem to be evident here. Maybe we are up
against two or more men.
One thing, Nancy-Rae added, the Toyota
dealer said the man appeared to be a native of San
Francisco. His knowledge of the area was quite
thorough.
Are you thinking what Im thinking? Wynn
asked.
Right, Lonny said. Why not start a
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Quartz-Light Assist
circuit.
Why? Lonny questioned. We arent even front
runners yet.
Thats true, Brad agreed. But we befriended
Harlan over Velec and theyre the front runners.
Lonny noticed that the two bitter rivals were
fighting for second position in the closely contested
race.
Maybe thats the problem, he said, shaking his
head. But it will be hard to prove.
While the battle raged at the front of the pack,
Wynn was picking off competitors at the rear, one
by one. Soon the announcer noticed his aggressive
drive and began to report his progress to the fans. It
was possible for him to finish in the money. Inky
kept on the run, showing Wynn the blackboard
report of each gain in position. Wynn had moved
from an out-of-contention thirty-second position to
eighth over-all.
Hey, look! Brad called, pointing to turn eight,
which was in clear view from the pit area. Velec
has it crossed up. He tried to push Harlan off the
pavement and get him before nine. He did! Harlan
let him around!
To save his fender, Lonny said squarely. The
two boys stood on barrels for a clear view of turn
nine, the last one before the straight. Velecs trying
to block Harlan from passing in nine and getting the
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and booked.
When the young people looked at his
photographs, one thing was evident. The man was
not Bill Flynn. And he was not talking, either.
Jeff was happy about the arrest and wished them
luck for the Ontario race.
On Friday afternoon the girls qualified, and they
set the evening aside for practice. A portion of the
Baby Grand contest on Saturday evening would be
run after dark, from five to eight. Lonny and Brad
had rigged up a set of special quartz-iodine driving
lights to give Inky and Nancy-Rae extra visibility in
the crucial hours after darkness.
The plan worked. Inky was running eighth when
she turned the driving over to Nancy-Rae. The sun
was setting behind the giant facility, the orange ball
dropping into the Pacific Ocean. Ontario was
blanketed in smog, and the air burned the eyes of the
crew members as they looked into the wind.
Nancy-Rae scrambled into the driving seat while
Lonny uncovered the lights. They had been taped to
protect them until they were needed.
The sun will blind you as you come onto the
back of the course, but its going down fast, Inky
said. Watch Number forty-five. Hes a squirrel.
She banged the roof, and the redhead roared out
of the pits. It had been a good stop. She had lost
only one position and there were three drivers ahead
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circle.
It was Bill Flynn. He seemed surprisingly glum.
May we see the chief mechanic and driver of the
first-place car?
Sure, Wynn said, and he and Lonny followed
Flynn to the tech tent, where they saw their bug-andoil spattered Datsun resting on the inspection scales.
Lonny rushed over to look at the reading. Max
Turner was standing beside him, with his arms
crossed and a satisfied smile on his lips.
Didnt think we were wise to you cheaters, did
you? he snarled. Youre fifty pounds
underweight!
Bill Flynn added, Thats correct, boys. Rules are
rules. You are hereby disqualified. The win will be
given to the second-place finisher, Max Turner!
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Skid-Pad Magic
to Crawfords place.
Oh, no! Wynn cried when he walked around
the dune buggy. Beetle Bomb has a flat!
Lonny mumbled something and went to the
buggys hatch for the jack. Hey! he called out
suddenly. Come here a minute!
Everyone crowded around him. Whats the
matter? Wynn asked.
Lonny lifted up the spare tire. I found the dirty
trick, see? The weight I had inserted under the
Datsun was removed and put under the buggys
spare!
Good grief! Wynn said. It probably happened
while we were asleep in our tents!
Brad nodded. And theres nothing we can do
about it now. It really burns me up.
Lonny felt enveloped by fatigue. Well, lets get
this show on the road again, he said wearily. For
what its worth.
While the boys were replacing the flat tire, a car
drove up beside them. Can I give you a hand with
something, or do you have matters under control?
the driver asked.
Thanks, but weve got it. Hey, arent you the
guy who was running with Harlan and Velec?
Lonny asked, glancing at the Corvette on the mans
trailer.
Thats right. The one who inherited fourth place
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A Sick MG
The boys took off their shoes and waded into the
pond. There arent any water snakes in California,
are there? Wynn joked lamely.
No, Inky said. The snakes we have to deal
with operate on land.
The car was rolled to dry ground, and the
shivering boys stood in a patch of sunlight,
surveying the damage. The body had not been
dented. Water poured from the inside when they
opened the doors. Brad pulled his wet clipboard
from under the seat and spread the pages out to dry
while the girls began to pull off the lily pads. Water
and slime were everywhere!
Lonny took Beetle Bombs tow bar out and
hooked up the disabled car.
You know what I think, Brad said, obviously
unable to shake his depression even though the car
had been located.
I know, Lonny answered. Rust. We have to
get it dried out as soon as possible.
Rust was the greatest threat to cars being
carefully restored to resist time. Hidden water could
eat away the metal and ruin the structure forever.
Mr. Crawfordll help us out, Inky said. Try not
to worry, Brad.
When they arrived at Crawfords garage, he
directed them to the nearest steam-cleaning facility.
A friend of his steamed the little car inside and out.
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grease.
Ugh, Brad whispered to Nancy-Rae, I think
Im losing my appetite. The girls agreed and, like
Brad, ordered grilled-cheese sandwiches and two
bags of chips. Wynn and Lonny asked for doubledecker hamburgers with lettuce and tomatoes,
double fries, and chocolate milkshakes.
They ate quickly and soon were back on their
way. Funny how these roads dont seem to be so
tiring on the way to a race, Wynn noted as the
trailer whipped precariously around the mountain
curves, but going home, they last forever. Would
you take over for a while, Lonny? I dont feel so
hot.
I was going to say the same thing, Lonny
grunted, clutching his midsection. My stomach acts
as if I swallowed the fan from that diner and its
stirring up a cyclone. Maybe one of the girls could
give us a hand.
The group stopped at an overlook, and Wynn
shakily climbed out of the car. Nancy-Rae met him.
We need some help, he mumbled.
I can see that. You look positively green around
the gills. She glanced at Lonny. Oh brother, you
too. What happened?
Must have been those poisonburgers we ate.
Would you drive Beetle Bomb for a while and let
Lonny rest in the Jeep with Inky?
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Sure thing.
When they finally arrived in Newgate, Wynn and
Lonny crawled into bed, hoping to sleep away their
sickness. But the following morning they felt even
worse. Brad called a doctor, who examined them
and prescribed bed rest and medicine.
The effects of this food poisoning, he said,
could last several weeks. Plan to take it easy for a
while.
After he left, Brad drove to the Altadyne plant to
present their sponsor with the first-place award from
Mid-Ohio.
Wynn and Lonny got a case of food poisoning,
he told Jeff after he entered the office. So I came to
give you this!
Great work! Jeff said, as he took the bronze
medallion with a red, white, and blue ribbon. He
placed it in a glass case, then sat back and looked at
Brad seriously.
Youve been doing fine, he said. But I
havent. The irate calls have increased tenfold!
Even though there have been no new samples
leaving the factory?
Jeff nodded. The swindlers are working
overtime with what they have!
What have you heard from the police?
Theyve investigated the dealerships. All
reported men of varying descriptions. No one has
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Just then a cloud of smoke enveloped the redwhite-and-blue Gremlin in second place. It coasted
to a stop. When Nancy-Rae came around, Brad ran
to the apron to signal that she had inherited second.
On the next lap, he put up a -37, indicating she was
that many seconds behind the car in front of her.
Too far back to catch up.
Thats a good signal, Inky remarked. Now
shell conserve the engine and not waste it trying to
get him.
The lead Gremlin continued to run flawlessly and
on the last lap, hope had run out that he would fail.
As he took the flag, the group anxiously waited the
thirty seconds it took for Nancy-Rae to make it to
the finish line. The green Colt appeared, easily
coasting over the line in second place, the Lean-Girl
Jeans slogan flashing in the bright Alabama
sunlight. Their pits were instantly flooded with wellwishers from the factory office who had traveled
from Atlanta to watch the girls race.
After a short celebration, the boys retired early,
since their warm-up was scheduled at eight oclock
Sunday morning. Brad had instructed Lonny to
leave the old engine in the car, feeling it had plenty
of power. The girls planned to sleep late and be at
their timing post by one oclock, when the flag
would drop for the GT race.
It was only two hours long, so Brad would drive
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Savannah.
Savannah! Lonny exclaimed. IMSA doesnt
even run there. That track has been poorly
maintained for some time now, and is only used for
a few races a year.
Precisely.
Noting Brads confidence in his choice, Wynn
and Lonny decided not to question his idea.
They arrived at the Savannah, Georgia, facility
four days before the Daytona track would open for
practice. Wynn took the car out for some warm-up
laps, while Brad and Lonny unloaded the spares in
the pits. Wynn returned sooner than they expected.
You really picked a good one, he said
grumpily. The car bounces all over the place out
there. There are potholes in this track big enough to
fall in, and the backside looks as if a herd of giant
moles crawled under it!
Well, its better than nothing, Brad said
apologetically, but he appeared to be smiling
slightly. When Wynn returned to the track, Lonny
took lap times. Wynn was familiar with the course
because he had raced his Formula Vee here during
his campaign for the National Championship.
He soon came back to check on his times. The
boys spread out an official results sheet from the last
national race, which Brad had luckily found
discarded in the track tower.
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lap times are picking up. Take it easy. You have ten
seconds on Velec. There was a moment of silence.
Five miles left! Brad said.
Wynn passed under the white flag. He was on the
last lap. He drove carefully, shifting smoothly in an
effort to save the weakened engine. He rolled onto
the oval heading for the last half mile
Boom! Suddenly the car was filled with fumes
and smoke, burning Wynns eyes. He noticed smoke
pouring from the cracks in the hood as he went
down the well-lighted straight. He saw the blurred
image of the black-and-white flag and coasted to a
stopthe winner!
Wynn guided the Datsun down to the grassy
apron, trying to spill as little oil as possible on the
track. Then he climbed shakily from his disabled
car.
Lonny and Brad darted across the grass. You did
it, fellow! Lonny screamed. You won!
But Lonny, I ruined your engine!
Brad chuckled. We must be philosophical at a
time like this. Lonny built the perfect racing engine.
It won and used itself up completely to do it.
Wynn had to laugh at Brads reasoning, shaking
his head and watching the oil splatter to the ground
under his racer. Well-wishers gathered around, and
helped push the Datsun to victory circle. As Wynn
was accepting congratulations, Bill Flynn tapped
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but just as I got ready to leave with it, his girl friend
walked up, asking for the stop watch and he shushed
her.
So he was the thief, Lonny said. He must have
sent his girl friend or one of his crew members over
during the confusion at Laguna to finger it while
Inky was busy looking for the door pin. In fact, he
could have been responsible for the lost pin.
Well, we cant prove anything, Flynn
remarked.
Thanks a million, Bill! Brad exclaimed. I
know a couple of little gals who will be overjoyed.
Flynn nodded and excused himself to get some
rest. The boys left with a new lightness in their
steps. After sleeping until late the next afternoon to
make up for the Paul Revere midnight ride, they
loaded their gear. They were to start the trek to the
West Coast from Daytona without returning to
Newgate. Only two races remained, Phoenix,
Arizona, and the finale back at Daytona in late
November. They were planning to meet the girls in
Mobile.
The highway out of Daytona was filled with tow
rigs that were also going directly to Phoenix. Soon
they gathered at a truck stop, where Brad counted
seventeen race-car outfits in the parking lot. Drivers
and crews agreed to stay together on the long haul
ahead in order to assist any of their colleagues who
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loading zone.
Well have to make it quick, he called.
The group divided and headed down different
aisles, gathering provisions for four days on the
road. Each hurried through the checkout with a bag
of food. As they were loading them into the back of
the jeep, Inky noticed a policeman.
Oh-oh, she whispered, better try to do some
fast talking.
Wynn approached the officer. Sorry, he said
but we couldnt find a parking space and needed to
run into the store for a minute.
A minute. Humph! Seventeen minutes and
thirty-seven seconds to be exact. Didnt know I was
watching you from the seed store across the street. I
had just stopped for my morning cup of coffee when
I noticed you smart alecks pull up.
Were not smart alecks, Inky remarked. We
were buying groceries
Oh yes? Tell it to the judge. Come on, get in the
police car! he ordered.
What? Wynn exclaimed, for a parking
violation?
In a loading zone, it will cost you ten dollars for
every minute.
Why, thats highway robbery!
In the car, or do I have to call in
reinforcements?
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rights act
Im not talking about law. Im talking about
proper behavior. The judge continued with a
lecture on a womans place being in the home while
Inkys face grew red and her bottom lip began to
quiver. The arresting officer had ambled away, not
even telling the judge the details of the parking
violation.
Finally the magistrate picked up his gavel.
Breaking ordinance about race cars in the city
limits, blocking a loading zone, and contempt of
court! Ten days in the clink for the driver of each
vehicle. Next case.
Wynn and Inky looked at each other
incredulously. Jail! For illegal parking?
The judge banged the gavel again. Next case!
The group was led away with Inky and Wynn
singled out and shoved toward the cell area. NancyRae, Brad, and Lonny stood in the waiting room in a
state of shock.
Ten days! How can we go to Phoenix? Lonny
cried. I cant believe this has happened! He
collapsed onto one of the hard wooden benches.
When they had regained their composure, they
went back to their cars and parked them outside the
jail. Several of the racers had stopped, curious about
their problem.
Whats up, Lonny? Get nailed for speeding?
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one asked.
Lonny shook his head. Just parked in the wrong
spot.
The news spread quickly, and Velec laughed
loudly as his rig pulled away on the road toward
Phoenix.
While they discussed their situation, Harlan
arrived.
Problems? he asked.
Lonny explained, and Harlan shook his head. I
might be able to help you out, he said with a smile.
But dont wait for me. Ill catch up with you
tomorrow. He disappeared into the courthouse.
Fifteen minutes later Inky and Wynn emerged.
Wow! Lonny exclaimed. What happened?
Dont ask me, Inky said with a shrug. We
were let go and even got an apology from the old
goat.
Wheres Harlan?
Harlan? I havent seen him since yesterday.
He sprung you!
Youre kidding!
Im not. And he told us not to wait for him.
Then lets get out of this place, Wynn said. I
dont want to spend a minute longer than I have to in
Crayfish, Louisiana.
The companions were already in Texas, when
they saw Harlan in their rearview mirror. They all
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quickly.
The strange-looking gadget with the blue dial.
Flynn smiled benignly. Thats to tell if a car is
straight. He snapped the trunk shut and closed the
combination lock. Now if you would get on with
your repair job, we can be on our way!
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Lonny observed.
Just then Velec returned. Found the trouble?
The chassis is straight, Flynn told him. Id
suggest you have a dealer check the alignment.
The boys went back to their crew and told the
others what they had seen. Flynns behavior baffled
them all.
Finally Inky yawned. Im exhausted, she said.
Lets get some shut-eye.
In qualifying on the dry, hot Arizona Saturday,
Wynn placed the car third on the grid. He was
disappointed because ahead of him were Velec and
Harlan, who knew the Phoenix course, while Wynn
was a rookie there. Before the session Harlan had
come down to their pits. He looked harried from his
experience.
Hi, he said, slightly embarrassed. I guess
youve heard what theyre accusing me of. Not as
easy to get out of as a Crayfish parking violation.
And we dont believe it for a minute, Inky
retorted.
Harlan smiled weakly.
What about that Datsun? Lonny asked directly.
Have you ever seen it before?
Never. First time Id been there in months. I was
just sitting down to dinner at my place when the
police drove up and demanded that I open the
toolshed. They had received an anonymous phone
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reprimand?
The inspector ordered the disgruntled Velec out
into the parking lot.
Hurry, we cant miss this, Brad urged. They
followed and stood in the shadows, close enough to
overhear the conversation.
Flynn pointed to the Cadillac. Open the door!
Velec hesitated.
I am holding the papers that say you must open
that door, Flynn insisted.
Velec reluctantly complied.
Hey, look, Brad said, there come the Phoenix
police! What do you suppose is up?
Unable to stand the suspense any longer, the boys
moved closer to the scene. Flynn addressed the
police. Book him for transporting a stolen vehicle
across a state line. There may even be a broader link
in this case.
Now a crowd started to gather. They watched as
Velec was shoved over to the squad car.
I heard you say stolen vehicle, Brad said to
Flynn. Was Velec involved in the theft instead of
Harlan?
The inspector leaned on the Caddy. The serial
number of the Cadillac matched that of a stolen car
reported in Southern California. And the Datsun
found at Harlans estate was from the same area. We
believe Harlan was framed.
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exclaimed.
There was this strange package on the front
seat, Brad went on, addressed to some guy in Los
Angeles. Belem was the name. Flynn forced Velec
to open it and there was the stolen Altagem. Theyll
try to pick Belem up
Brad stopped talking when he noticed that Harlan
had lowered his head. Belem! he whispered. H.S.
Belem!
Thats right, Brad said. Do you know him?
There was silence for several moments. Then
Harlan explained, Belem was an acquaintance of
mine ten years ago. I was new to Hollywood and
naive. It was considered the in thing to pal around
with underworld types.
Belem would come to my cocktail parties and
entertain my guests with his escapades. But soon it
was more than talk. He had been picked up on a
drug charge and asked me for bail money.
Did you give it to him? Lonny asked.
No. I didnt know he was involved in drug
traffic and told him I wanted no part of it. He went
to prison to await trial. I got a note from him saying
hed get me sooner or later. That was the last I heard
from him.
Maybe he sicked Velec on you, Inky said,
excited, and they were willing to sacrifice one of
their stolen race cars to get you in trouble!
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the track. When the girls did not arrive, they became
worried.
Where do you think they went? Lonny asked.
They might have gotten lost in all that traffic,
Brad offered.
For two hours? Wynn said. I doubt it. I have
this funny feeling
I just thought the same thing, Lonny said.
Maybe they went out to search for Belem on their
own!
Lets call Bill, Wynn decided.
Flynn was worried. We still havent any lead to
Belems business. But theres an area outside of
town where most of the junkyards are. Ill go right
down with a couple of my men.
Could we meet you there? Wed like to take part
in the search.
It starts at the end of Glen Cove Highway,
Flynn said. Lets meet at the first place after the
highway.
Roger.
Half an hour later Beetle Bomb screeched to a halt
in front of the junkyard. Flynn and his men were
already there.
The jeeps under that tree over there, Flynn
said. We hit pay dirt!
Can we go in with you? Wynn asked.
Yes. My men will stay here to back us up. Lets
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Mine!
Then youre Velecs buddy Belem, Flynn
stated. What?
Velec tells us this is the front for a car-theft ring
and that it was your idea to get into the Altagem
business. He said you fixed Philip Harlans car so he
would crash.
Thats a lie! Belem stormed. Velecs the one
who said he could get Harlan in a race and no one
would know it wasnt an accident. I never touched
his car Belem, realizing his mistake, was
suddenly close-mouthed. I dont know nothing
about it.
I think you told us all we need to know. Brad, go
out and have my men call the police on the car
radio. Tell them we have three suspects to haul in.
After the men were taken into custody, Flynn said
to the boys, Im going to have a little talk with
Velec in his cell. Come to my office in a couple of
hours, and maybe Ill have more news for you.
When the young people arrived, he motioned
them to sit down. I think we have this case pretty
much wrapped up.
Did Velec confess?
Yes. He tried to do Harlan in on the track as a
favor to Belem. That felon in turn would fix up
Velecs stolen cars, alter the serial numbers, and
repaint them.
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consolingly.
Lonny nodded, hopeful as the flag dropped.
Wynn raced Turner to the first corner, winning the
acceleration battle. It was a duel between the two
and the rest of the pack strung out behind like a
train.
Wynn was able to hold Turners Corvette off in
the infield section, but the high-powered car passed
him countless times on the straight.
Lonny was worried. I dont think he can build
up enough of a lead to hold him off. All Turner has
to do is slingshot around on the last lap and its all
over. He can turn that Corvette into a road block
twenty feet wide.
Hes famous for that, Brad said. Im certainly
glad I socked him.
On the last lap the group stood on Inkys timing
stand to watch the cars head onto the oval. It had
been a grueling nose-to-tail duel. Wynn led by less
than half a second when they came on the banking.
The cars roared around an incline that slanted up to
31 degrees, Wynn in the lead by no more than a
cars length. Turner dropped down low, ready to
snap around in the last hundred yards.
Look at that! Brad called jubilantly. He forgot
they werent the only cars there!
Turner ducked down and fell behind a backmarker, who had been attempting to stay out of the
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