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That information is top-secret!”
    “The witness is in danger,” Lois wenton. “He’s being protected in the first place because he took part in a trial against someone who committed a crime. If this criminal finds out where the witness is, and his new name, he’ll have someone go after him!”
    The telephone rang and the president answered. “Yes?” he said.
    When he hung up, his hand was trembling. “Another witness has been threatened,” he said. “A woman who has been in the witness program for three years got a call an hour ago. A person told her to pay one hundred thousand dollars or the whole world would learn where she is, and her real name.”
    “But how did this information get out?” Lois asked. “Only the FBI knows who’s on that list, right?”
    “I think I know how,” KC said quietly.
    The president looked at KC with raised eyebrows.
    “I think the person who set off those fireworks in the FBI building last night stole the phone numbers,” she said. “And I think it’s Joe Cellucci, the guard.”
    Then KC and Marshall told the president and Lois what they learned from Joe Cellucci earlier that day. And how they went to Red’s Pizza to talk to the man who delivered the pie.
    “But we found out there is no such man,” KC said. “So we think Joe Cellucci is lying, and
he
set off those fireworks.”
    “And in the confusion, he hacked into the computers!” Marshall added.
    The president didn’t look convinced. “I don’t know,” he said. “Those computers
    are complicated. The hacker would have to have a lot of computer knowledge.”

    “Joe Cellucci could know a lot about computers,” Lois said. “The building would have been empty, so no one would bother him when he did his dirty work.”
    “Well, not quite empty,” Marshall pointed out. “Mr. Rinkel was there.”
    “Who?” the president asked.
    “He works there,” KC said. She explained to the president about how Mr. Rinkel stayed late on Friday nights and always ordered pizzas.
    “That’s interesting,” the president said. He picked up the telephone and called the FBI director. “Please bring in Joe Cellucci, the guard in the FBI building, first thing tomorrow morning,” he said. “And a Mr. Rinkel, who also works there.”
    The president looked at his watch. “I want to see them in the Map Room at nine o’clock sharp!” he said.
    While the president was on the phone, KC grabbed Marshall by the arm. She pulled him to a corner of the room.
    “Marsh!” she whispered. “We have to find a way to hear that conversation!”

6
Two Suspects
    At ten minutes to nine, Marshall and KC were hiding behind the velvet drapes covering the Map Room’s tall windows.
    “What are we doing here?” Marshall hissed.
    “Don’t you want to hear what goes on?” KC made a crack between the drapes and peeked out.
    Marshall shook his head. “We’re spying on the president!” he whispered. “We could be sent to Siberia or something!”
    KC grinned. “He might send
you
to Siberia, but not me,” she said. “I’m his stepdaughter.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m not go—”
    KC put her finger over her lips. She pointed toward the door as it opened. The president entered, followed by the FBI director, Joe Cellucci, and another man.
    KC nudged Marshall. When he looked at her, she mouthed, “That must be Mr. Rinkel!” The president sat first, then Joe and the other man took their seats.
    “Go ahead, please,” the president told the FBI director.
    “Mr. Cellucci, were you on duty the night before last?” the FBI director asked.
    “Yes, sir, I was,” the guard said. “From three until eleven.”
    “Good. Now tell us, how many other people were in the building during those hours?”
    “Just me and Mr. Rinkel,” he said.
    “No one else came in at all?” the FBI director asked.
    “Well, the pizza guy came at nine o’clock,” Joe Cellucci said.
    “Who was the pizza for?” the president asked.
    “It was for me, Mr.