Author's note: sorry, sorry for not updating sooner. My computer had registered a sector fault in the hard disk.

Thank you for the reviews they meant a lot. The chapter had to be that way in order to give a mysterious overview. In next three chapters and the confusion will clear up.

Mr. h: help on its way

It has been for three months that Mr. h's name started hitting headlines and the saga still continues. Last night the NYPD received another useful tip-off from the mysterious Mr. h, which resulted in the massive raid involving drugs worth 3 million dollars and the same amount of money. Along with the booty ten gang members were also arrested who belong to a certain family which is has become active recently.

This has been the fifth raid in the last three months, all curtsied to Mr. h, in spite of recent activities of Mr. h the police is still clueless about Mr. h's real identity. The officer, who headed the raid last night, when asked t comment on the matter said that, it had been always the same way that he calls gives us the exact location of the illegal weapons and drugs but doesn't reveals his identity. Whatever may be, Mr. h is always good news.

The rest of the newspaper contained speculations of who Mr. h might be and a greater space of the daily was devoted to how Mr. h works, this was the section which attracted the teen detective "Nancy Drew" the most.

She had halted on the gas station for gas and to stretch her limbs from the tiring car drive, she was still engrossed in the paper; she was afraid that she had grown into a fan of him; the working of Mr. h reminded her of someone she knew very well.

'When I meet him I will surely tell him'

Nancy always switched off her cell while driving so she was sure to have numerous missed calls and voice mails and sure enough there were 21 missed calls one from Bess and rest all of them from an unknown number.

'Strange' she thought. She then turned on to the voice mail there was a voice mail from the same number

"Hey! Nancy. This is frank. I need your help, as soon as you receive this message call me back on this number, please do not tell anyone of this call. Take care"

She was about to call him back but stopped herself, she was already on her way to Bayport, so whatever frank wanted to talk about could be done in person. Frank's message did run some warning bells, as it had been almost a year that Nancy and the Hardy's had lost touch it wasn't due to any grave situation but because they were very busy in their lives.

One reason why Nancy was going to Bayport was due to the precise reason and another was Frank.

Six months ago, Nancy and Ned had both felt that there was something missing in their relationship and it was the same thing that was keeping them away. Nancy didn't want to voice it in front of Ned and they were still together and not together at all. Until Ned voiced it, and on mutual understanding they parted though they were still friends. Nancy had long back realized it but the hurt was still there and the result was that she became another Bess and dated five different boys in four months. She would have still continued if it hadn't been for Bess and George who knocked in sense in her and pointed out a simple solution 'Frank'. She had deliberately been avoiding that name as she was very aware of the presence of 'Callie Shaw' frank and Callie were definitely in love, but nevertheless Bess and George had prompted her to just try.

And here she was just at a distance of one hour from Bayport. She got into her rental and was standing right outside Mr. Pizza in precisely one hour.

Today was Saturday the whole Hardy gang was sure to be here, 'the more the merrier'.

The waft of fresh pizza had always been intoxicating; this gave her greater confidence that even if the thing with Frank didn't work out she would spend fabulous time here and help Frank with whatever he needed.

She had stepped into pizzeria looking for familiar faces the sight that greeted her was just shocking, the blonde attractive Callie was walking arms in arms with Phil Cohen, frank's best friend. And surely they didn't look as though they were friends. Nancy was having a mixed set of emotions she was angry at Callie for betraying Frank, he really cared for her, there was also a portion of her jumping up and down at her brighter prospects. She was still engrossed in her thought when a voice jerked her back.

"Hey!! Drew"

Smiling she turned at the unmistakable voice of Joe Hardy.

At Joe's sight her smile faltered a bit he was 6 ft tall, muscular and blonde with twinkling blue eyes. The twinkle of his eyes was conspicuously absent, though he was smiling at her, but anyone who had met, the younger Hardy could say that his smile didn't met his eyes. His blonde hair was messier than ever before, and he was wearing the pizzeria employ's uniform. Though the Hardy's often helped their friend Tony Prito, who owned the pizzeria but never on Saturdays and they never wore uniform.

Shaking her head she turned towards Joe and returned the greeting

"Hey! Yourself. It is so good to see you after so long"

She had carefully chosen her greetings. She hugged him and continued

"So where is the rest of gang I was looking forward to meet them. And where is the older hardy, Frank"

Any smile that had been on Joe's face vanished at the simple statement and his features became mask like and furious

"I do not anything about the so called elder Hardy. And if you wish to talk about him, then I beg that I have other better work to do" retorted Joe angrily

Kind of cliffhanger. Please review I promise another chapter tommorow