Bobby’s thoughts were whirling. Bender! The dead man’s name was Bender. Maybe this Sammy was a direct connection to Joseph Bender.
“Do you know where this Sammy Bender is now?”
“Yeah, he’s up at Sing Sing. He got seventeen years because he wounded a bank guard and a teller in the crossfire. I was glad to see him put away. The guy steals my car and then tries to frame me. Jerk!”
“Why didn’t you tell Sheriff Cowsill about this?” Bobby asked.
“When Bender robbed the bank, someone got the license number of the car and traced it back to me. When they tracked me down, Bender told them I was the driver. If I hadn’t been out of town on a fishing trip at the time with my pals, he would have framed me. So when the sheriff from Ohio called, I thought they were still trying to stick me with the he
