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Frank blinked several times, trying to clear his head. "Okay, Iola-" he sucked in a breath. How was he supposed to do this? "Iola, what happened exactly?"

Iola put her hand to her face, and Frank could see that she was trying to regain her composure. "We went to the park for a picnic. The county park with all the trees and paths and things. We went to the very center, near the lake. We went swimming. Joe stayed in longer then me." Iola hiccupped again. "I just was going to get the basket, when I came back, Joe was gone and―" she broke off again, "Frank, I think you have to see this."

Frank nodded. He just needed to get out, to do something. He glanced at his father, asking him with his eyes to come. Fenton shook his head, looking down at Frank's mother, who still hadn't stopped shaking. Frank nodded and touched Iola on the shoulder. "Let's go."

The park was just closing by the time they got there. Frank was surprised to see no cop cars there, "Who'd you tell?" he asked, looking down at Iola.

"Con Riley. He was already by here." She pointed to the left, "turn here."

They went deep into the woods, finding a clearing at almost the exact center of the park. "What'd you want to show me?" Frank and Iola got out of the car and Iola led him to the other side of the lake.

Frank sucked in his breath, staring at the crimson liquid that was splattered all over the now-dark grass. It seemed to glow in the dying summer light. "Is-is all of this Joe's?" there was enough blood to make another full human. It was everywhere.

Iola shrugged, tears pouring down her cheeks once again. "That's one of the thing's Con's trying to find out. He took samples of it from everywhere."

Frank backed up, away from the dark pools. "We shouldn't be here. Technically, we're contaminating a crime scene." He put his arm around Iola's thin shoulders, "Thanks, though, for bringing me here."

In his head, Frank was screaming. Why did this have to happen? There was no motive, or at least not one that came to mind immediately. The Hardy's hadn't solved a big case since school let out a month ago.

Iola's body was rigid. "I love him, Frank. I do. You have to bring him back so I can tell him that."

Frank squeezed Iola once before letting her go. "I love him too. I'll find him before you know it."

If he was still alive.

Frank walked Iola back to her door when he dropped her off. Chet was sitting outside with a telescope, apparently kicking off another hobby. "Hey Frank, you and Joe trade girlfriends?" he asked, looking up a Frank with a smile that was gone in a few seconds when he saw his friend's expression. "What's wrong?"

"Call the guys, Chet, we're starting a search party tomorrow. Joe's gone."

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