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offhandedly, "let's say I wanted to find out about a baggage handler I just met, Danny Minifee. What will his file tell me?"
    The security chief checked the desk drawer again, where Joe guessed he kept a list of passwords, and then started typing on the computer keyboard. A few seconds later Joe was looking at the personnel file for Danny Ray Minifee.
    It was short and simple. Danny was twenty years old. He had been graduated from Porterville High School with a B-plus average and was enrolled part-time at Emory College. He had started working for Eddings Air four months ago. His only previous work experience seemed to be working on the family farm.
    Under the heading of "Criminal Record" there was a single word None. Joe knew that cracking this case was going to be a lot harder than checking the personnel file of the first guy he met. Still, it had been worth a shot.
    Forrester twisted the computer monitor away from Joe's eyes. "You shouldn't see confidential files," he said gruffly. "I don't know what got into me, I must be putting in too many hours." He nodded toward the door. "The sooner you get out of here, the sooner I can get back to work. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get out of here before midnight for once."
    Joe couldn't think of any other questions to ask Forrester, and he wanted to find Frank. He murmured his thanks and headed back to the baggage claim area to check for his brother again.
    This time there was a large crowd standing around one of the carousels. Glancing at a video display terminal on the wall that listed departures and arrivals, Joe noticed that an Eddings Air flight had just landed. The passengers jockeyed for positions close to the carousel to wait for their luggage to appear.
    Joe worked his way through the crowd, searching each face for Frank's. A startled shout made Joe turn. There was some kind of commotion close to the carousel. He pushed his way through the gaping onlookers to the edge of the conveyor belt. Joe had expected to see that a suitcase had sprung open, spewing somebody's underwear on the belt, but he wasn't prepared to see a limp figure in blue coveralls sprawled on the moving carousel. His eyes widened, and his heart started to pound as the conveyor belt carried the body closer to him. Joe instantly recognized the lanky form even though it was facedown. It was Frank!

Chapter 4
    "FRANK!" JOE SHOUTED. He leapt onto the moving carousel and crouched down next to his brother. "Turn this thing off!" he yelled.
    Joe was only vaguely aware of the people staring at him as the conveyor belt continued around in its endless circle. His attention was focused on his brother. The only movement from Frank was the slight rise and fall of his back. At least he was alive and breathing, Joe told himself. He was out cold, though, and Joe knew not to move him. It might be dangerous.
    Joe glanced up at the strangers crowding around the luggage carousel. "Somebody turn this thing off!" he shouted urgently. "Find an emergency switch! Do something!"
    Somebody finally got the message, and the carousel ground to a halt. "Get a doctor!" Joe heard a woman call out.
    "Joe!" another voice cried out. "What happened?"
    Joe spotted Danny Minifee crawling through the opening where the conveyor belt fed out Of the loading area.
    "Who is this guy? What's wrong with him?" Danny asked, puzzled. "He's my brother, Frank," Joe told him. At the mention of his name, Frank's eyes fluttered open, and he stared up at his brother. "Joe?" He tried to get up.
    "Just lie still," Joe said, putting a hand on Frank's shoulder. "A doctor or paramedic should be here soon."
    Frank shook off his brother's gentle grip and struggled to sit up. "I don't need a doctor," he insisted. A sharp pain shot up his head from the base of his neck. He let out a soft groan and rubbed his sore neck with one hand. "What happened? How did I get here?" Joe looked up at Danny. Two other guys in blue coveralls had joined him. "That's a good question," Joe said,