“We found it!” Rora called to the others. The P.I. Pack rushed over, along with Vicky. “See? That’s the stolen totem pole next to the helicopter and the crooks. We have to get them!”

Luckily there was a rope next to the window. Rora reached for it to swing over to the warehouse, but Vicky quickly snatched it away. “This isn’t any old rope! This was created by an ancient rope weaver! It’s priceless—and it’s a gift for Rider.”

Vicky handed Rider the rope. “Um . . . thanks,” he said.

Rora rolled her eyes. “Westie, do you have any inventions that can get us across to the roof?”

“Do I ever!” Westie pressed a button on his belt and a glider popped open behind him. The huge wings crashed through Vicky’s apartment. Rider caught a vase while Vicky leaped across the room to catch a statue.

“Oops! Sorry!” Westie said. He turned and the huge wings knocked open the closet door and pushed papers off a desk.

Vicky sprinted across the room trying to save everything. Rora would have laughed, but she was distracted by a set of museum blueprints on Vicky’s desk.

“How about everyone go out on my roof deck?” Vicky said.

As the P.I. Pack went outside, Vicky tried to shove the closet door closed. A pair of stilts was blocking the way.

Why would an art collector have stilts? Rora wondered. Stilts are meant to make someone taller.

“Everyone, hop on,” Westie said, flapping his glider wings.

“You might want to stay behind and call the police, Vicky,” Rider said. “It could be dangerous.”

“Okay,” Vicky said as she picked up her ancient phone.

“Are you sure this glider can hold all of us?” Ziggy asked.

“It can hold the P.I. Pack van,” Westie said proudly. “I think.”

The detectives gulped and climbed on. Then, just before they jumped, Westie said, “Pack Glider—field test—take one. Here goes nothing!”

Everyone screamed as the glider fell toward the ground.