Rubbing to edges and corners bumped. Spine and covers creased and faded.
The helicopter was hovering over their heads. Fatty was thinking hard. The helicopter was about to land. Where? Who was it going to take away? The Prince?
The Prince who had vanished, kidnapped from his tent in the middle of the night. Who had taken him? The Five Find-Outers (not forgetting Buster) were hot on the trail.