Chapter 59

“I can’t tell you how pleased I am to learn that two of my students actually had what it takes to climb a mountain barefoot and in their skivvies in late December,” he said.

“It wasn’t really a mountain, Sir,” Sean said. “It was more like a ridge.”

I said, “Sean, don’t be modest—Sheriff Sutton said that ridge was at least five hundred feet high.”

“Taking refuge in a shed behind a cabin owned by a law-enforcement officer was just about the luckiest thing they could have done,” Randy said. “What we still don’t know is how the kidnappers knew about the boys’ change in travel plans. We didn’t know ourselves until the night before.”

“Did the security people find anything when they swept the school office for bugs?” I said.

“Did they ever!” he said. “The damn things were everywhere. One on my phone, one in the security office, one in the pay phone in the barracks, and there were even a couple of them on the trunk lines that feed our switchboard.”