CHAPTER 9

Frank didn't know why, but he just didn't trust Samantha. He gave her a small smile. "Poor Chet, he ate a little too much last night. He's back at the hotel, resting."

Taken aback, Samantha quickly composed herself, but not fast enough for Frank not to notice.

"Oh, how awful. So, who's your new friend?"

Biff pulled Carolyn into a hug as he gave Samantha a huge grin.

"Can you believe that I'm finally meeting my pen-pal! Well, we email each other now, right…'Carrie'!?"

"That's right, Biff!" Carolyn laughed.

A tight smile on her face, Samantha ignored "Carrie" and concentrated on getting information out of the Hardy brothers. Carolyn stared at Samantha; the redhead seemed so familiar to her. Carolyn knew she had seen her before, but where?

"Well," Samantha glanced down at her watch. "I hate to leave you but I'm supposed to be meeting up with my aunt and uncle. I'll see you guys later!"

With a quick wave, Samantha turned the corner and was gone.

"Your pen-pal…that was smooth, Biff, real smooth." Joe playfully punched Biff in the arm.

"I really did have a pen-pal, only it was a he, not a she."

"Now Frank, why did you tell Sam Chet was sick?"

"I don't know, just this feeling I've had."

"Frank's going by his gut feelings? Now I'm scared!" Biff placed a hand over his heart as he tried to lighten the moment.

"Yeah, I thought that was supposed to be my job." Joe gently squeezed the back of Frank's neck.

Carolyn had stepped towards the corner, looking down the street that Samantha had gone down.

"I've seen her before…I don't remember where…but I know I've seen her before."

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Chet discovered a loose thread on the strap of his left hand; with steely determination he kept pulling at the strap. Little by little he could feel it loosen its grip on the bed rail. With one mighty tug, his left arm was free. Quickly freeing himself, Chet jumped off the bed and ran for the door. Turning the doorknob, he was relieved to find that it was not locked.

'Of course not,' Chet thought. 'I was strapped to a bed, why lock the door?!'

He cautiously opened the door, peering into the hallway to make sure there wasn't a guard. Spying a door marked Exit a few feet away, Chet made his escape.

Samantha rode her Moped through the security gates. She was angry that she hadn't gotten any useful information from the Hardys. They had lied to her! As Samantha rode up to the research building she saw a familiar figure run out a side door.

Chet ran out of the building; he saw several cars pass by on a road at the end of a huge lawn. Hoping that there were no guard dogs, Chet ran for his life. He was halfway across the lawn when he felt something push him back. Chet fell to the ground, then picked himself up to head towards the road again. Only to be pushed back again…and again…and again.

Samantha walked slowly towards Chet, a smile on her face that did not reach her eyes.

"Chet, where do you think you're going?"

As Chet was being slammed against a tree, his last thought before he passed out was: "She's telekinetic…just like Carolyn!"

**END OF CHAPTER**

Authors Note: Please read the author's profile for this story. The author, copagirl, passed away in 2013. I am posting these stories up with the permission of her family, who want her to be remembered as well. Lola was a long-time member of the Hardy Detective Agency and we miss her soooooo much! Love you Lola!

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