The Case of the Psychic's Vision Read Free Page B

hard to see,” Chet said. “Maybe I should pull over and let them pass.”
    â€œNo! It could be a carjacking,” Joe said. “Dad said there was one in downtown Bayport just last week.”
    â€œJoe’s right, Chet,” Frank said. “You’ve got those fancy rims on your wheels; they might want those. I wouldn’t pull over. I’d try to lose them.”
    Up ahead, they saw the entrance to the expressway.
    â€œHold on, then!” Chet said.
    He floored the gas pedal and shot ahead of the other car. But soon their follower was back on their tail again as they barreled down the expressway.
    â€œThere’s no way these guys are going to get my rims,” Chet announced. “I used up almost all of my savings to buy them.”
    Still, the car stayed behind them.
    â€œWhere’s a patrolman when you need one?” Joe said.
    â€œCallie’s exit is the next one,” Frank said. “Don’t signal. Just turn at the last minute.”
    â€œOkay! Okay! We’re almost there!” Chet said. “Hold on!”
    He swerved his car onto the off-ramp and raced down to the service road.
    â€œAll right!” Joe shouted. “I think we lost them.”
    Above them, on the expressway, they could see the car. It was a couple miles away, so they thought they would be long gone before the car made it back to where they were.
    â€œCreeps. Low lifes!” Chet muttered. “Why can’t they save their money and buy their own rims?”
    â€œI’ve been thinking, Chet. Whoever that was maynot have wanted your rims after all,” Frank said. “It could be the same person who called Joe and told us not to go to the séance.”
    â€œColin?” Joe asked.
    Frank nodded. “The telephone call didn’t work, so maybe he thought something like this might.”
    â€œI don’t get it,” Joe said. “If it was Colin, then why is he so uptight about this séance?”
    â€œWait’ll you hear the rest of what I learned about him and his family today,” Frank said. He told his friends about his lunchtime conversation with Colin.
    When Frank finished, Chet said, “He could have killed us!”
    â€œNo. I think he just wanted to scare us away. He’s afraid that if all this psychic stuff upsets people, they’ll have to leave town again, and he doesn’t want to do that,” Frank said. “He probably thought that if he could keep us occupied with a chase long enough, we might miss the séance.”
    â€œWell, that’s not going to happen,” Chet said. “There’s Callie’s house just down the street.”
    Chet parked in front of the house next door to the Shaw’s.
    â€œHow are we going to do this?” Joe asked. “We weren’t invited to the party. Are we just going to crash it?”
    â€œI’ve got this all figured out,” Chet said.
    Frank was sure he did. Chet knew every trick in the book.
    Frank and Joe followed Chet around to the side gate of the Shaws’ house.
    â€œIola said they were going to have the séance inside the gazebo in the backyard,” Chet said. “Nella told them it has just the right atmosphere.”
    Good, Frank thought. Callie’s parents might not appreciate having Chet’s practical joke carried out in their house.
    Chet slowly opened the side gate. It was dark enough now that they couldn’t be seen in the shadows beside the house. The Shaws’ backyard was planted with tall leafy trees and thick flowering bushes, which hid them as they headed toward the gazebo at the back of the yard.
    All of the spotlights in the backyard were off, too, and the only light was coming from a candle in the center of the gazebo.
    Frank could feel the adrenaline flowing. He loved a good practical joke too. He only hoped Callie appreciated it.
    Finally they reached the side of the gazebo without being detected.
    Through the