Into the Storm
to cross his mind: This might be the last time I see any of them in this life.
    Judd looked at his E-mail early the next morning, but there were no answers from Vicki, Lionel, or Ryan. Taylor Graham had showed Judd how to send and receive mail without tipping the GC.
    “It’s unsafe to use the satellite phone,” Graham had said.
    Judd tried to think of who else he could reach to get to the kids. He sent a message to Buck, Chloe, and even Dr.
    Ben-Judah. While he was on-line, the computer blipped.
    “Incoming message,” a voice said. The screen switched, and Judd saw words being typed by Dr. Tsion Ben-Judah.
    “Judd, I have had no contact with your friends, but I must ask you a question,” the rabbi typed.
    “Go ahead,” Judd typed back to him.
    “I am receiving hundreds of responses already to postings on the Internet,” Dr. Ben-Judah said.
    “As you can imagine, I am unable to respond to them all. A few are from younger readers. I would like to send a note of thanks and tell them a colleague will respond to their questions or concerns. Would you assist me with this important task? “
    A colleague with Tsion Ben-Judah? Judd thought. Judd certainly had the time now that he was also in hiding.
    “I would be honored,” Judd wrote.
    “Send the messages immediately.”
    ^, Vicki was glad Ryan didn’t argue about staying at Judd’s house. When a neighbor approached them and asked about a strange man snooping about, Vicki told Ryan to get back in the car. Ryan slept on the couch at Yield’s place and was ready for school early the next morning.
    Vicki checked her E-mail before she left and let out a yelp when she opened the message from Judd.
    Ryan read over her shoulder.
    “Vicki,” Judd wrote, “I’m safe and staying with a friend.
    Ryan knows him, too. He’s convinced I’m in real danger. Ryan knows this place—it’s behind a ‘green hillside that opens up. “I’ve made a discovery but need more information to help D’s mother. Let me know when you get this.” The note was signed “IT.”
    “What does he mean?” Vicki said.
    “Is hein
    “The only green hillside I can think of is the one that leads to the underground hangar at the Stahleys,”
    Ryan said.
    “You think his discovery is the secret documents?” Vicki said.
    “That’s something that could help Darrion’s mother,” Ryan said.
    “Write him back and tell him the combination is in Mr.
    Stahleys office upstairs. “
    Judd read Vicki’s message carefully. Vicki told him Lionel was gone.
    Judd was stunned.
    When Taylor Graham returned later that morning, Judd asked if they should bring Ryan into hiding with him.
    “Not yet,” Graham said.
    “I went to your house last night but couldn’t find him. From the reports I get, he’s safe.Which is more than I can say for myself. ”
    “What are you hearing?” Judd said.
    “I picked up a radio transmission a few minutes ago,” Graham said.
    “They have GC posted in the house. They’ve found out about the documents, but they don’t know where they are. We have to get that combination.”
    Judd showed him Vicki’s message. The combination is inside the house,” Judd said.
    “Do you know how to get inside?”
    “Max never told me how he came and went from the house,” Graham said.
    “I always used the outside entrance.”
    “Can’t we just use some kind of explosive on it?” Judd said.
    “Material’s too strong,” Graham said.

    “Plus we’d draw attention to ourselves with a blast that big.”
    “What are you going to do?” Judd said.
    “I’ll have to try and sneak in from the outside,” Graham said.
    A knock on the hotel room door awakened Lionel. He stretched and felt something crawling on his arm.
    Nathan Sebring had chosen a shabby hotel near downtownChicago. During the drive Lionel could tell the man didn’t want to talk. He wouldn’t explain where they were headed or what time their train left the next day.
    Nathan answered the door and welcomed an

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