arm. Without letting go of her, the person pushed her forward. She was guided past the boxcar and up to the ladder of an old caboose.
âHey! Joey! I need some help here,â the voice called, and Nancy knew who her captor wasâBillie!
A tall, gangly kid stepped onto the outside platform of the caboose. He grabbed Nancy bythe arm and hauled her up the rungs of the ladder.
âSorry about the rough treatment,â Billie said as she swung up next to Nancy. âBut we had to make sure you came by yourself. Kipâs inside.â Billie motioned toward the door of the caboose.
Arms folded, Joey stood to one side. Nancy poked her head into the caboose. Faint streaks of moonlight filtered through the conductorâs lookout, and she saw half a dozen faces staring at her.
A lighter flicked on, and a tall guy with hooded gray eyes stepped from the shadows. Thrusting the flame in Nancyâs face, he studied her carefully.
âSo youâre the P.I.,â he commented.
Nancy shielded her eyes from the dancing light. âYes. Nancy Drew. And youâreââ
âKip DiFranco.â He flicked the lighter off and held out his hand.
âAnd this is my gang.â Kip waved Nancy farther inside. From what she could make out in the moonlight, everybody was wearing a black leather jacket with the letter N studded onto the front.
âSo, youâre working with the cops,â Kip said. âIâve read about you in the newspaper. Youâve solved some pretty wild crimes.â
âSome.â Nancy stood very straight, hoping her voice sounded strong.
Everyone glared suspiciously at her except forKip, who eyed her coolly, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.
âSo, Ms. Private Investigator, how can we help each other?â he asked.
âI want to catch the person who murdered Paul Remer.â
Kip nodded. âMe, too. Not that Iâm all choked up because heâs dead,â he added, âI just donât like being accused of something I didnât do.â
âAnd what proof is there that youâre innocent?â
âI donât have any. Thatâs my problem. I crashed early last night. And I was alone in my apartment. And since I supposedly have a motive for the killing, the cops are going to pin this on me no matter what.â
âWhat do you mean, a motive?â Nancy asked.
Kipâs eyes hardened. âSearch her,â he told Billie, without answering Nancyâs question.
Billie ran expert hands down Nancyâs sides and back. âSheâs clean.â
âGood.â Kip nodded. âIf weâd found a wire on you, you wouldâve been in trouble. But since youâre clean, Iâll tell you the truth. I would have loved to see Paul Remer run out of town. He almost landed me in jail on a burglary charge.â
Nancy frowned.
As if in answer to her unasked question, he said, âYeah. I pulled the job, and because of Remer, the cops caught me. I had an alibi all setup. Friends of mine swore to the police that I was playing pool all night at Ernieâs. Only Paul decided to rat on me. He told the cops I wasnât playing pool and that he saw me outside the drugstore minutes before it was robbed.â
âWas Paul telling the truth?â
âUh-huh. Luckily, I got off because the clerk at the store couldnât identify me in the lineup and my friends stuck to their story.â He laughed. âPlus, all we got was some change and aspirin. Big heist, huh. Last I heard, the store dropped the charges.â
âWhat about the fact that several store owners saw you arguing with Paul on Monday night not far from the murder scene?â
Kip raised one brow. âOkay, so Remer and I argued. I told him if I saw his ugly face around Nighthawk territory again, Iâd kick him out myself.â He leaned close to Nancy. âBut I didnât say Iâd kill him.â
âThatâs