Free See No Evil by Franklin W. Dixon

darkness.
    Outside Karnovsky was yelling. "They can't have gotten out. They're in here somewhere. As soon as you see them, Rocky, shoot to kill."
    "I'm freezing," whispered Callie through chattering teeth.
    "Which would you prefer?" asked Joe. "TUrning to ice in here—or facing the gunfire outside?"
    "What's the difference?" said Lisa. "Either way we die."

Chapter 10
    OUTSIDE THE WALK-IN freezer, Karnovsky and Rocky exchanged triumphant smiles.
    "They've got to be in there," said Rocky. "We're going to have some very cool kids in a couple of minutes."
    "Let's check it out right now," said Karnovsky. "We can't afford to let them get away. We're going to need a couple of weeks to clear away all traces of our operation now that Morrison is gone. After that, we can declare bankruptcy and clear out."
    "You're the boss," said Rocky, reaching for the door handle.
    "Be careful," said Karnovsky. "There are four of them."
    "Don't worry. There are eight slugs in one of these," said Rocky, indicating the .45 in his hand.
    "And twenty in this one," said Karnovsky, who had a small but deadly black Italian Beretta. "I'll come in right behind you."
    Rocky swung open the door. "Kids, I know you're in here. Come out with your hands up."
    "Maybe they're frozen stiff already," said Karnovsky when no one answered.
    "It'll be easy to find out," said Rocky, reaching for the light switch.
    "Hide-and-seek is over."
    He never knew what hit him. Neither did Karnovsky.
    The Hardys stood examining their weapons.
    "What do you think this is supposed to be, leg of lamb?" asked Joe, tossing his frozen weapon to the floor.
    "I don't know—but this leg has a horseshoe at the end," said Frank as he laid his weapon beside it.
    "Ugh, I don't want to think about it," said Callie. She dropped the mangy-looking frozen chicken she'd been holding at the ready.
    "This sure isn't government-inspected, Grade-A meat like the stuff in the freezer up front," said Lisa, throwing away an unidentifiable animal. "It's real mystery meat."
    "Come on, let's get out of here," said Callie. "I don't feel very steady right now."
    "I have to admit, I've felt better myself," said Joe. He and Callie grinned shakily at each other. "Nice of you to admit it," she murmured.
    "Come on, then," said Frank, who had found a key ring in Rocky's pocket and was on his way to unlock the back door.
    "Wait a second," said Lisa. "We have to figure out what to do with these bozos."
    "Easy," said Joe. "We drop them off at the police station. The cops will be real interested in their operation."
    "Hold on," said Lisa. "Let's think this through. We're not altogether sure that the police force isn't somehow mixed up in the scandal at City Hall. I think we have to keep the cops out of this until we know more."
    "What do you suggest we do?" Frank asked, nodding in agreement.
    "Why don't we take them to your house?" asked Lisa. "We can grill them there and find out if anyone else is involved in this mess."
    "And also find out if they're the ones who wasted Morrison and grabbed the black book," said Joe.
    "I don't think so," Callie said, frowning. "From what Karnovsky said back in the office, he had no idea that Morrison's suicide was a fake. So he couldn't be the one who did the killing and the heist."
    "Hey, with you two girls around, I feel like an extra spoke on a wheel," said Frank. "You're doing all the detective work."
    "Oh, don't feel bad," said Callie, grinning. "If you're good we'll let you in on the fun."
    Lisa scooped up both guns, putting the Beretta in her shoulder bag and keeping the .45 in her hand. "I'd better take care of these. I've got a gun permit, since my work can take me into some rough neighborhoods."
    "That's fine with me," Frank said. "We don't handle guns unless we have to."
    Lisa trained the .45 on the two men. "Come on, guys, we're going for a ride."
    Karnovsky and Rocky groaned as they climbed to their feet and walked out ahead of Lisa to the Hardys' van.
    After a short ride