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    Maneuvers

    By D C Grant

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    Jason Shaw is recovering from injuries sustained in Yellowstone Park when his best friend Ben is kidnapped while they walk home from school. Jason tries to stop them but he is helpless as they take his friend. The kidnappers want more than money and when the ransom drop is compromised, Jason becomes frustrated with himself and the F.B.I. who are running the investigation. Then Jason is kidnapped and he finds himself, along with Ben, imprisoned and unable to escape. As the kidnappers’ plan becomes apparent, Jason has to conquer his greatest fear in order to save himself and rescue Ben. Is his determination enough to overcome the kidnappers and save them both?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherD C Grant
    Release dateJul 3, 2015
    ISBN9781310404771
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    D C Grant

    D C Grant was born in Manchester, England but she didn’t stay there for long as the family moved to Lowestoft, Suffolk when she was four. She didn’t stay here for long either, moving to South Africa with her family when she was thirteen. This is where she found that she liked words to string words together and create a story out of thin air. Just when she thought her inter-continental moving days were over, she moved to New Zealand with husband and two daughters. Here she was first published by Scholastic NZ Ltd.Since then she has proceeded to write and publish books, expanding into digital ebooks as the format became more popular. While her first few books are set in New Zealand, later books expand into other parts of the world, drawing on her experiences whilst living in other countries.Her favorite authors are Lee Child and Bernard Cornwell and, while she reads diversely, she leans towards the mystery/thriller and historical fiction. So it is only right that she writes in these genres for children and young adults.D C Grant lives in a New York loft style apartment in Auckland, New Zealand with a slightly psychotic cat called Candy and drinks lots of coffee to power her through the late night writing sessions – because she’s a night owl!Find D C Grant at:www.dcgrant.co.nzhttps://www.facebook.com/dcgrantwriterhttps://www.goodreads.com/D_C_Granthttps://dcgrantwriter.wordpress.com/

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      Maneuvers - D C Grant

      I can’t believe that I go away and all this stuff happens to you! Ben exclaims as we walk home after school. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have gone to Hawaii. It wasn’t exactly a walk in the park," I tell him.

      Very funny, Ben says, knowing I am being sarcastic. But you got to fly in a plane, and go to LA, and ride a horse in Yellowstone Park and meet an FBI agent.

      And get shot, I remind him.

      But you didn’t die.

      I almost did. And hospital wasn’t exactly fun either – two weeks of lying in bed, and then another two sitting around at home recovering while you were enjoying yourself at summer camp.

      But you got to miss the first week of school.

      I’d rather have been at school.

      You didn’t miss much. I couldn’t wait for you to get back.

      Nice to know you missed me.

      Ben smiles. School was boring without you.

      I hoist up my backpack with a grimace, using only my right arm as my left arm is in a sling. The gunshot wound in my left shoulder has closed but it still aches, the nerves and tendons taking time to heal. Everyone wanted to hear my story, but one adventure in the backcountry was enough for me without having to relive it time and time again. Besides, I was telling a lie – that it was an accidental shooting in Yellowstone Park – on FBI orders. Ben is the only one who knows the truth.

      So when do I get to meet this twin brother of yours?

      I know I shouldn’t have told Ben the truth about the shooting. I was under orders from the FBI not to reveal what went on in Yellowstone Park, but I couldn’t keep it from my best friend. I’d sworn him to secrecy, made him understand that Dad, Mike and I had signed a non-disclosure document and that when I told him, I was breaking that agreement. We could both go to jail.

      But I had to tell him that, not only was I adopted, but I also had a twin brother who’d been adopted too, and that I had no idea where he and his father, the colonel, were right now.

      I shrug. I’ve not heard from Peter or the colonel. The FBI agent told me that they’re still in protective custody.

      Why?

      I don’t know, they won’t say – just that it’s classified and that I’m on a need-to-know basis, and I don’t need to know.

      It’s neat that you have a twin brother. I mean, how cool is that?

      I smile. It’s funny, but when I found out, it wasn’t a surprise. It was like I always knew that he existed. I used to dream about having a brother, but when I asked my mum, she always said that there was only me. Neither of my parents knew he existed – but somehow I did.

      So will you ever get to see your brother again?

      I think so. Agent Purshouse tells me that with the guy called Marius in custody, the investigation is winding down and when things are all wrapped up, then maybe the colonel and Peter will contact me.

      So you still talk to the agent that shot you – Agent Purshouse?

      He didn’t shoot me, Ben, the sniper did. Agent Purshouse just gave the order.

      Same thing, Ben says with a wave of his hand.

      We arrive at my house and linger in the driveway.

      So your dad’s attending U-Dub now? Ben changes the subject, knowing I won’t say anymore.

      Yes, he’s going back full time to complete his degree. The compensation payout should cover us for the next year or so and he can take the time to study. He’s got a leave of absence from Seattle PD, but when he graduates, he’ll be a prosecuting attorney. It’s great to see Dad motivated but I know he’s disappointed he can’t do the job he used to do. He can’t really work as a cop now that he’s in a wheelchair.

      Ben studies the real estate sign on the lawn. And he’s decided to sell your house? he asks.

      Yes, he’s going to try to find something all on one level so that he can have a proper bedroom. Even then, we’ll probably have to redesign it so that he can get about in his wheelchair.

      I hope you don’t move too far away, Ben says, looking sad.

      I’m sure we’ll stay in the area. Dad’s looking at a house in your street, but we can’t do anything until this sells.

      I look toward the house. It saddens me to know that my home will soon belong to someone else. I’ve grown up here, and looking at it just reminds me of my mother. I miss her. Another place won’t have her touch, no matter how much we try. This is her house and always will be. In spite of that, I know that we have to move from here. It’ll cost too much to adapt it to my father’s disability.

      I’m so wrapped up in my own thoughts and emotions that I don’t hear the van pull up and someone get out.

      Excuse me. I swing around at the sound of a woman’s voice. Can you tell me how to get to … She looks down at a piece of paper in her hand as if reading an address.

      Ben steps toward her and at that moment two men jump out of the side door and grab him. He yells.

      Hey! I say as I rush toward them. Leave him alone!

      Both men have bandanas over the lower half of their faces, and caps pulled down low over their eyes. One man drags Ben to the van, a hand clamped over his mouth so that he can’t call out, while the other strides over to me with his hand up, palm toward me.

      Stay out of this, Jason, he says and slams the heel of his hand into my shoulder, right where I was shot. The pain explodes through me and I collapse to the ground, clasping my chest as my vision flickers. I feel nauseous as I writhe on the ground, gasping for breath, the pain snatching the air from my lungs.

      I hear the van door slam shut and then the screech of tires as it pulls away from the sidewalk. Desperately I turn, trying to focus on the license plate as it roars away, but my vision is blurred and all I can see is the vague outline as it powers away in a cloud of exhaust smoke. Within seconds the van turns the corner and disappears from sight.

      I look around but Ben’s nowhere to be seen.

      He’s been kidnapped. Why?

      And I groan. This can’t be happening to me – not again. I just seem to attract bad stuff like a magnet.

      APB

      Dad arrives on the scene as one of the policemen is taking my statement. They came quickly, called by someone who saw the kidnap but also didn’t get the license plate. There are a lot of police cars and officers in the street, including two dog units. They sniff around, but as Ben was driven away, there’s no scent for them to follow. They keep coming back to the place where he was snatched.

      An ambulance arrived and the medic is peeling away the dressing from my shoulder as I talk to the cop. But I stop and I suck in my bottom lip as the medic exposes the wound.

      To distract myself from the pain, I watch as Dad lowers his wheelchair from the chair carrier on the roof of the car and maneuvers himself into it. He’s getting better at it now, but he’s still slow. He wheels himself over to me

      Jason, are you okay? Dad asks, glancing over at the medic.

      Yeah, hurts a lot though. I gasp as the medic examines the wound. He knew just where to hit me.

      It looks fine, the medic says. The wound is still intact, no need for any treatment. I’ll put another dressing on it and give you some painkillers, but I suggest you get it looked at by your GP.

      Any idea who they were? Dad asks me.

      The medic presses a square patch of gauze against the wound and I take a sharp breath to counter the pain before I answer Dad’s question.

      The cops have already asked me this, Dad, but no, I don’t know who they were. They didn’t say much. One of them knew my name. A woman got out of the van first and asked for directions.

      What did she look like?

      She had sunglasses on and a scarf over her head. And before you ask, I didn’t get the license plate either. It was a white Toyota minivan but I can’t tell you what year or model. It all happened so fast and the knock made me dizzy.

      You’ve given all this to Officer Keates?

      I glance at the policeman beside me. Yes.

      Do you need anything more, Officer? Dad asks him.

      No, sir, I think he’s given us as much as he can. I guess the FBI will be here soon and they’ll take over. In the meantime we have an APB out – but white minivans are a dime a dozen.

      Has anyone told Ben’s family? Dad asks.

      Not yet – we’re waiting for Captain Senner to arrive.

      Dad turns to me. Will Mrs Rosenberg be home, Jason?

      I nod. She’s waiting for Ben – he has a music lesson.

      Tell Captain Senner we’ll meet him there, Dad says to the officer. Come on, Jason, I don’t want a stranger telling Elsa this. I’ll do it.

      The officer looks like he wants to say something about Dad taking the initiative, but he keeps quiet as I walk round to the car. Dad pulls himself into the passenger seat and uses the chair lift to get the wheelchair onto the roof rack.

      It doesn’t take us long to get to Ben’s house; it’s just around the corner. It takes a while for Dad to lower his wheelchair and I wait, anxious about what we are going to tell Ben’s mother. Dad leads the way down the path toward the front door. I’m filled with dread. I now know how those police officers felt that night nine months ago, when they came to tell me of my parents’ accident.

      Dad rings the doorbell while I stand behind him. I take a deep breath and grab the handle of his chair to steady myself.

      Mrs Rosenberg opens the door with a smile which fades when she sees both of us there.

      What’s wrong? Where’s Ben?

      Can we come in, Elsa? Dad asks.

      I help Dad get his wheelchair through the doorway and follow him to the family room, as familiar to me as our own home.

      Mrs Rosenberg looks at us apprehensively.

      Has there been an accident? she asks, her voice soft and shaky.

      No, Elsa, Dad says. It seems Ben has been kidnapped.

      What? Why? She sits down heavily in a chair.

      We don’t know why. Do you know of any reason why someone would want to kidnap him?

      We’re not wealthy people, she says. What would they want with him? Oh my God, Ben!

      Calm down, Elsa. Dad says. "We’ll

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