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smiled. “I’m betting your aviator jacket is warmer than our letterman jackets.”
    â€œI’ll take that bet after you catch this guy,” Jamal said. “Now get going before I freeze to death!”
    The brothers quickly hiked around the side of the building to the rear entrance. The window where Joe had seen the light was on the second floor, which occupied only the rear corner of the building. A flat roof near the front doubled as an observation deck, with a patio table, chairs, and—incongruously, considering the time of year—a big lounge umbrella in the middle.
    The Hardys passed beneath the window as they went, but they saw no more lights. They quietly tried the lock on the rear door.
    â€œTaped open,” Frank whispered.
    The brothers crept into the darkened building and quickly found an exit stairway leading up. After cautiously mounting the steps, they entered a short corridor running between two pairs of second-floor offices. The offices had frosted glass windows and doors. ELISE FLAUBERT—ADMINISTRATOR was painted on the glass of one door. A slender beam of light peeked out from under that door.
    Frank and Joe each stood on either side of the door, and Frank put his hand on the doorknob. On a silent count of three, he pushed the door open, and both brothers barged into the darkened office.
    â€œHold it!” Frank said, speaking to a figure lurking in the dark shadows on the far side of the room.
    â€œWhat’s going on here?” Joe asked, trying to make out the identity of the black shape behind the desk.
    Instead of answering, the intruder doused hisflashlight and dashed his hand across the desk. Papers filled the air. The plastic in-out box sailed past the Hardys and smashed against the far wall. As the brothers ducked to avoid the impromptu missile, the burglar opened a sliding door behind the desk and ran out onto the rooftop terrace.
    Skidding on the spilled papers, the brothers scrambled across the room and out the door after him. The burglar ran across the roof, grabbed on to the ledge, and lowered himself onto the side of the building.
    â€œJamal!” Joe called. “Cut him off!”
    â€œCut who—ow!” Jamal’s startled voice drifted up from below.
    The brothers reached the side of the building and lowered themselves just as Jamal got to his feet again. “I didn’t see him coming,” he explained. “He knocked me down. Took the wind right out of me.”
    â€œWho was it?” Joe asked.
    â€œI didn’t get a good look,” Jamal replied. “He was dressed in black and was wearing a ski mask.” He leaned against the side of the building and tried to catch his breath.
    â€œCall security!” Frank shouted back to him. Both Hardys took off after the rapidly disappearing figure.
    The burglar moved quickly. He darted between two of the planes lined up along the edge of the tarmac and went into one of the dark hangars.
    The Hardys opened the hangar door, then jumpedback as a falling metal bucket clanged onto the floor.
    â€œNice makeshift trap,” Joe said, eyeing the big metal pail on the floor.
    â€œYou can compliment him after we catch him,” Frank replied.
    Careful of more traps, they moved quickly into the interior of the hangar.
    â€œShoot! I can’t see anything in here,” Joe said.
    â€œI think I hear him toward the back,” Frank said, heading in that direction.
    The old metal hangar housed a number of planes, their hulking shapes obscuring the room beyond. Large, rectangular shapes loomed out of the darkness—toolboxes, the brothers assumed from their silhouettes. Air and water hoses and power cords snaked across the floor. The Hardys had to move cautiously so as not to trip.
    â€œThere’s a door in the back,” Joe said.
    â€œI see the exit light,” Frank replied, “but I don’t see anyone.”
    â€œHe couldn’t have gotten out any