Rick shook his head, even though Scotty couldn't see the reaction. "Pretty unlikely. But suppose the enemy kept a watch on movements in and out of Spindrift? From a distance they might assume that Duke was Morrison. So it would make sense for them to keep a watch at the pier in case he came back—which he did."
"And when he came back, they'd either murder him or kidnap him?" Scotty sounded disbelieving. "I doubt it. Nothing the enemy has done so far points to that kind of tactic. Why should they start using muscle methods now?"
Rick had no good answer. "Let's step on it," he said. "We have to report this. I have a hunch the Boy Scout team is going to be scouring the woods around here tonight."
CHAPTER XII
The Coast Guard Draws a Blank
Rick said quietly, "And so the wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood, and when the grandmother heard about it she said—"
Barby's voice erupted in the tiny earphone plug in Rick's ear. "I don't think that's very funny, Rick Brant!"
Scotty spoke up. "Barby doesn't like realism in her fairy tales."