Race opened his eyes groggily. His head still hurt and for some reason he couldn't move his hands or feet. "Well, well. Look who I have here in my clutches." muttered Snyder as he stared down at Racetrack, tied up and gagged. Race gasped and tried to move away when suddenly Snyder grabbed him and threw him in the corner. He advanced on him grinning evilly, with a wooden cane in his hand. "This, my boy, is something you should have gotten a long time ago. You should have learned that you should never spy on people," he said as he began to beat Race. Race tried screaming when suddenly, he saw Chrys run in and slam into Snyder. "You!" he gasped. Race never saw Chrys look so angry. "You come near Race again, and I will go to the bulls. Got that?" she whispered in a deadly voice that sent chills down Race's spine. "No. I will beat the boy until he dies and I will do the same to you since the little brat probably told you everything. Besides, it will be your word against mine. And who's going to believe a street rat like you?" Snyder said. To Race's shock, Chrys was smiling. "Maybe the bulls will believe me if I had proof," she said holing up a camera. Instantly Snyder's smile vanished as the color drained from his face. "Now listen here Snyder," Chrys said softly and slowly. "You come near Race again, I will bring the picture to the bulls. Understand?" Snyder nodded. Race saw Jack come over and untie him. Spot helped him up and Race leaned on Spot's shoulder as they walked out of the refuge and back home.