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she pivoted and started sobbing again. She paced until Scott walked beside her, and whispered.
    Sighing, Sarah was glad Scott had taken over where Lacey was concerned. She knew she couldn’t handle her sister right now. Anger kept her from going over the edge. The hysteria train was just around the corner, and she knew it wouldn’t take her long to hop on and go for a ride.
    â€œHey! Get away from there!” shouted a firefighter as he came around a large pile of debris thirty feet away.
    â€œWe found a body!” Sarah cried.
    â€œI said get away from there!” the fireman yelled again and picked up his pace.
    Sarah’s stomach twisted into a painful knot as alarm bells rang in her head.
    â€œLet’s book!” Scott yelled. He grabbed Lacey’s hand and pulled her along.
    â€œI’m with you!” Sarah grabbed Lacey’s other hand and took the lead.
    Running back toward the hill, Sarah glanced over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the man chasing them. His fire-retardant coat seemed to hinder him and his hat was too big. It kept falling over his face and he struggled to keep it on his head.
    Sarah dropped Lacey’s hand and increased her speed, widening the gap. After she made it up the hill, she glanced back. The firefighter had given up and stood below, watching them. She stopped running and stared back at the man. Squinting, Sarah noticed the sun reflecting off of his shoes. Shoes , why is he wearing shoes and not boots ?
    The rest of the Super Spies collided with her and they all struggled to stay upright. Everyone managed to stay standing except Lacey. She stumbled and fell into the dry, prickly grass.
    â€œWhy’d you stop running?” Scott gasped.
    Sarah didn’t answer but pointed down at the fireman.
    â€œWhat?” Jackie turned and squinted down the hill.
    â€œHow come that firefighter isn’t wearing those special boots?” Sarah frowned.
    Lacey glared at her. “Who cares?” She rubbed her legs where the dry grass had scratched them.
    â€œThey look like running shoes, a lot like Uncle Walt’s.” Sarah continued her scrutiny.
    â€œWell, we know Uncle Walt doesn’t work for the fire department.”
    Ignoring Lacey’s sarcasm, Sarah said, “And why isn’t he with any of the other firefighters?”
    Scott frowned. “I don’t know. It’s weird.”
    They watched as the firefighter turned away and pulled something from his pocket. It looked like a phone. He pushed buttons, shook it a few times, and then pushed buttons again. The firefighter seemed frustrated as he put the phone back in his pocket. Sarah stared dumbfounded as he took off toward the baseball field.
    â€œWhat in the world is he doing?” Sarah asked.
    â€œYou got me.” Jackie frowned.
    â€œLet’s follow him.”
    â€œWhat if there’s a bomb at the baseball field?” Lacey asked.
    â€œI don’t think so.” Sarah shook her head as she watched the man run. “He wouldn’t be running toward the field if he thought there was a bomb there.”
    â€œHe might be trying to rescue someone,” Jackie said.
    Sarah shook her head again. “No, the bomb went off in the school. No one uses the baseball field in the morning. There’s something off about this guy.”
    Before anyone could stop her, Sarah was off and running, chasing the lone fireman. The only thing the others could do was follow her.
    Sarah ran full tilt hoping to catch him. The man rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. Perspiration rolled down her back as she picked up her pace. Licking her lips, she tasted the salty residue from her sweat. As she turned the corner, she realized the man was gone.
    The only evidence that he had actually been there was the fireman’s coat and hat lying on the ground at the edge of the field.

 
Chapter Two
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    The coat lay at the edge of a forest that skirted the baseball