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Chapters (88)
  1. Cover Page
  2. Front Flap
  3. Title Page
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
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  87. Back Flap
  88. Back Cover

“Mrs. Briggs?” Gordy called out to the woman who worked in the back office paying the bills and organizing the paperwork.

“Yes, Gordy,” she answered.

“I have to go soon. It’s Thursday.”

“I know that, dear.”

“Dirk isn’t back yet. I don’t know if I should leave.”

“Why don’t you give him a call?”

“He’s down swimming.”

“I know that, dear. But if he’s not actually in the lake, he’ll answer his cell phone.”

“Okay.” Gordy picked up the phone and dialed his boss.

Dirk answered after two rings.

“Dirk?”

“Yes, Gordy.”

“It’s time for me to leave. I just wanted to let you know.”

“Okay, Gordy, that’s fine. I had a little mishap.”

“What?” Gordy asked quickly.

“I think I sprained my ankle. Miss Long helped me back to my cabin.”

“You and Miss Long are at your cabin?” Gordy asked, his voice cracking, then regretted his reaction.

“Yes. Miss Long prepared an ice pack for me. If my ankle doesn’t feel better soon, she’ll take me to the hospital.”

“Oh gosh,” Gordy said. “I hope it’s not sprained. You’ll have to be on crutches …” Secretly he was pleased. No more swim dates for his boss and Miss Long.

“It’s okay. I can get around the camp with the little cart. We’ll see. Tell Mrs. Briggs I’m here if she needs me.”

“I will. See you tomorrow.”

Gordy hung up the phone. Miss Long is taking care of Dirk! How unfair! Gordy picked up his backpack, informed Mrs. Briggs of Dirk’s malady, then went out to the parking lot.

I found her bathing suit this morning, he thought as he walked to his car, I returned it, and now she’s taking care of Dirk. Miss Long’s car was right there next to his. Gordy stared at the big SUV as he got the keys out of his pocket. She’s such a little thing, driving a big car like that. All the way from California. Does her front tire look a little low? he wondered. He crouched down on the ground to take a look. It was fine. Too bad. Then he glanced under the car hoping to find something else of hers. If he did, this time he wouldn’t leave it on any clothesline. He’d give it to her in person.

But there was nothing. Just grass. He was about to get up when he spotted something under the bumper. Gordy looked closer. It was a GPS tracking device, he was sure of it! Does Miss Long know it’s there? She might, some people have them in case their car is stolen. Or did a jealous boyfriend secretly install it? Gordy wondered. If so, Dirk better be careful.