Despite the onslaught of media that converges on Queens, it takes the two 13-year-olds to untangle the mystery, and uncover the corruption fueling it. Stevie Thomas and Susan Carol Anderson find themselves pulled into investigating the disappearance of Nadia Symanova, a Russian with a powerful forehand and supermodel looks. “Listen Susan Carol, you can get into the junior girls locker.ĪugThe teen reporters who uncovered scandal at college basketball's Final Four in Last Shot wangle new assignments to cover the U.S.

“Like what?” Susan Carol said, for once looking as baffled as Stevie felt. We’ve got a big leg up on people right now, let’s do something with it.” He talks to me because his brother Harry’s a friend of mine.” He took a deep breath. It means he’s in charge of the tournament. “He’s the CEO of professional tennis for the U.S. “At this point, that’s the least of my worries.” He turned and walked down the hallway. “Can I quote you on this stuff?”Īrlen smiled wanly. I’ve told you everything I know up to this minute.” There are plenty of ways to get off the property without walking through an exit.” He looked around again. “For crying out loud Bobby, if we knew, she wouldn’t be missing would she? We’ve sealed all the exits to the park but that’s the problem–we’re right on the edge of a park. By the time Symanovs guys got untangled she was gone.”Īrlen held up his hand. Walsh and her two guys kept going, no one bumped them. A group of people cut across their path headed for the food court. We had four security guys surrounding the two players. You know what it’s like out there between the stadiums.

“Bobby please,” Arlen hissed, signaling Kelleher to keep his voice down. “They were on their way over there and she disappeared.” “ Yes she was!” Arlen said, clearly exasperated, still looking around as if he was afraid someone would hear him. “What do you mean you don’t know? How can you not know? Wasn’t she on her way over to Armstrong with Walsh?” He looked around as if to be sure no one could hear him and dropped his voice to a whisper so that Stevie, standing right behind Kelleher could barely hear.įor a second, Kelleher just stared at him. The man stopped and turned to face Kelleher. Don’t give me that press conference crap. Stevie and Susan Carol followed at what they hoped was a discreet distance. He had slowed down enough that Kelleher was able to catch up to him. We’ll let you know what’s going on in a while.” The man half turned, still walking and waved a hand as if to say, go away. “Arlen!” Kelleher said, heading toward the man. He broke off in mid-sentence as a middle-aged man with graying hair ducked out of the media center and made a quick turn away from them. “Okay,” Kelleher said, pausing just outside the press room entrance.

Vanishing Act by John Feinstein