Chapter V
A Mistaken Identity
"I'm glad you two noticed I was gone," Pete said thankfully to Clark and Lex.
"It was Lana who noticed," Lex said dryly.
Pete smiled. "Even better." He turned to Clark. "What do we do now?"
"I guess we should take these guys to the police," Clark said, trying to straighten out the ruined shards of the van roof so they didn't look so suspicious. It wasn't working very well.
"What did they want, Pete?" Lex asked. He was watching Clark, and trying very hard not to ask the questions he knew Clark would never answer.
"I think they made a mistake," Pete replied. He hauled the unconscious driver's body out of the front seat and dumped him in the back with his partner. "They kept warning me to lay off the investigation, said my business wouldn't take it and neither would I. 'Don't think your name will protect you,' stuff like that." Pete looked at the kidnappers, then looked at Lex. "I think they were after you."
"Guess you picked the wrong day to shave your head, Pete!" Clark joked. "Do we have anything to tie these guys up with?"
Lex silently left the van and returned less than a minute later. He was carrying a pair of handcuffs and a small coil of fine silk rope.
Pete guffawed. "Where'd you get those?"
"Trunk of my car."
Clark's brow furrowed in confusion. "What were you doing with rope and handcuffs in the trunk of your car?"
"Not just rope, Clark," Pete grinned as he tied up the man who'd hit him. "*Silk* rope."
Lex just looked at them. Clark blushed and Pete laughed some more.
Once the malefactors were secured, the boys decided that Pete would drive the van to the police station. Clark would ride with Pete, in case the thugs woke up. Lex would follow them in the convertible.
A Mistaken Identity
"I'm glad you two noticed I was gone," Pete said thankfully to Clark and Lex.
"It was Lana who noticed," Lex said dryly.
Pete smiled. "Even better." He turned to Clark. "What do we do now?"
"I guess we should take these guys to the police," Clark said, trying to straighten out the ruined shards of the van roof so they didn't look so suspicious. It wasn't working very well.
"What did they want, Pete?" Lex asked. He was watching Clark, and trying very hard not to ask the questions he knew Clark would never answer.
"I think they made a mistake," Pete replied. He hauled the unconscious driver's body out of the front seat and dumped him in the back with his partner. "They kept warning me to lay off the investigation, said my business wouldn't take it and neither would I. 'Don't think your name will protect you,' stuff like that." Pete looked at the kidnappers, then looked at Lex. "I think they were after you."
"Guess you picked the wrong day to shave your head, Pete!" Clark joked. "Do we have anything to tie these guys up with?"
Lex silently left the van and returned less than a minute later. He was carrying a pair of handcuffs and a small coil of fine silk rope.
Pete guffawed. "Where'd you get those?"
"Trunk of my car."
Clark's brow furrowed in confusion. "What were you doing with rope and handcuffs in the trunk of your car?"
"Not just rope, Clark," Pete grinned as he tied up the man who'd hit him. "*Silk* rope."
Lex just looked at them. Clark blushed and Pete laughed some more.
Once the malefactors were secured, the boys decided that Pete would drive the van to the police station. Clark would ride with Pete, in case the thugs woke up. Lex would follow them in the convertible.