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Shadows at Predator Reef (7) (Hardy Boys Adventures)
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Product Description Frank and Joe might be in over their heads when they discover an aquatic smuggling operation in this chilling Hardy Boys adventure—a fresh approach to a classic series.When Frank wins an internship at the Bayport Aquarium, he’s stoked at the chance to not only earn school credit, but to also geek out about one of his favorite subjects—aquatic life. And his brother Joe is equally jazzed about taking scuba diving lessons from the super-cute instructor, Aly. But both boys’ excitement comes screeching to a halt when the aquarium’s most valuable asset goes missing: a rare two-hundred-pound sea turtle named Captain Hook. Frank and Joe stumble upon a network of underground tunnels hidden beneath Bayport…and realize the aquarium is a secret entry point. Could the aquarium be the newest target of a sinister aquatic smuggling ring? And can the boys snag the gang’s mastermind before they end up in treacherous waters? About the Author Franklin W. Dixon is the author of the ever-popular Hardy Boys books. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Shadows at Predator Reef DIVE TIME1JOE IT WAS THE LAST DIVE of the morning. From the water’s depths, I checked the air tank pressure on the high-tech dive computer I wore around my wrist like a watch and signaled to the other divers in preparation for my rise. It wasn’t until I reached the surface that I saw the big gray dorsal fin slicing through the water and heading straight at me. I could practically hear the Jaws theme music reverberating through my head as the fin grew larger and larger. I glanced around, but there was nowhere for me to go. The beast sped closer until its sleek gray snout rose out of the water mere inches from my face. It was a huge . . . dolphin! The playful animal leaped over my head and slid back into the water on the other side, chattering happily. “Great job on that last dive, Joe,” my supercute scuba instructor, Aly Hawke, called from the side of the ginormous water tank. “I think Scooter approves.” “Well, I have an excellent teacher—” I started to reply just as Scooter the bottlenose dolphin spit a fountain of water in my face, ruining my attempt at being suave. I think he was jealous. “Thanks, Aquaman,” Aly giggled. “Now hop on out, do an equipment check, and then you can head over to the reef for the opening-day celebration.” Scooter gave my backside a helpful nudge as I climbed out of the dolphin tank at Bayport Aquarium, where I was taking a scuba certification course. I had a feeling diving skills would come in handy someday—and for more than just fun. See, my brother Frank and I have this knack for solving mysteries. We’ve been doing it ever since we were kids in our hometown of Bayport, and over the years I’ve learned that it never hurts for a detective to know a few extra tricks. It might still be a while before Frank and I could get our investigators’ licenses (not that that ever stopped us before), but soon I’d be a card-carrying scuba diver. Frank and I had both caught the ocean bug on our last big case, which had us spending a lot of time on the waterfront aboard a restored Revolutionary War ship. The ship was docked just across the harbor from the Bayport Aquarium, which had given Frank the idea of volunteering at the aquarium to help out with the grand opening of their new exhibit. Predator Reef was going to be the world’s largest indoor habitat of its kind, designed by world-famous architect Bradley Valledor. Mobs of visitors and news media had been lining up all morning for the exhibit’s big reveal. Frank tried to get me to volunteer too, but I wasn’t as interested in learning all that marine biology stuff he’s always going on about (I get enough of that in science class, thanks!). But when he told me the aquarium was offering scuba-diving classes? Well, that’s more my style. Exploration! Adventure! Danger! Not that diving in the dolphin tank was exactly dangerous. It was pretty mind-blowing, t
