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CHAPTER 10

Looking down Joe could see Frank's face covered in funeral make up. His eyes were closed and he looked older than eighteen. A tear fell onto Frank's jacket lapel and suddenly his eyes opened.

"Joe…why did you let them kill me?" asked Frank even though his mouth didn't move.

"I…I…" stammered Joe whose mouth was open, tears were streaming down his face, and he just stared into Frank's dead eyes.

"You did this to me. You were wrong. You were DEAD wrong!" shouted Frank.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Joe as he sat up abruptly in bed sweating.

Fenton raced into the room worried. "Joe, are you okay?" he asked, panting from running up the stairs.

"Not really. I had a bad dream." Joe wiped the tears from his eyes and sweat from his forehead. He swung his legs over and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Again? Son, every night this week you have been having some seriously bad nightmares. Maybe you should talk to someone…" suggested Fenton as he sat down next to Joe.

"No Dad. I'm not going to talk to some shrink. I know why I am having nightmares. It's because my brother, best friend, and partner is dead." He hesitated and added, "because of me."

"Joe, don't think for a minute that this is your fault! We've been over this a few times. The reports said Frank wasn't even poisoned. The killer was bluffing. Frank's injuries did kill him. It was an accident Joe." Fenton's voice trailed off as if he wasn't sure he believed it either.

"Maybe we should check out those reports again or talk to Dr. Graham. Maybe there's something that was missed. I'd like to see it for myself."

"Okay. Get dressed and then you can go check it out. I would go with you but I have to work on something else first. You think you can handle it?" asked Fenton as he got up from the bed and approached the door.

"Yeah. I will let you know if I come up with anything."

Fenton nodded and closed the door behind him.

Joe decided to visit Dr. Graham first since he was the one that initially gave them the good news about Frank and took care of him the majority of the time. Joe approached the nurse's station and smiled at an attractive brunette in her early twenties.

"Hello. I'm looking for Dr. Graham. Could you please page him for me?" asked Joe in his most charming voice.

"Dr. Graham? Sure." The girl smiled back and paged the doctor.

A few minutes later, a brown haired man in his forties appeared at the nurse's desk to greet Joe.

"Hello. I'm Dr. Graham. How may I help you?" asked the tired looking physician as he extended his hand to Joe.

"You're Dr. Graham?" asked Joe, shaking his hand and raising an eyebrow. His mind was searching for the image of the Dr. Graham he met before.

"Yes. Were you expecting someone else?"

"Is there another Dr. Graham on staff here? I've never met you before."

"Nope, just me. I am a pediatrician here."

Joe's mind was reeling at the thought of who the other Dr. Graham really was. He could be an imposter, thought Joe.

"Well Dr. Graham, I am very sorry to have bothered you. It appears that I was mistaken. Thank you for your time."

"That's alright. I hope you find what you are looking for." With that, the real Dr. Graham nodded and left down the hallway.

Joe contemplated going home or calling his father but his curiosity got the best of him. He went to a nearby waiting area and sat in an uncomfortable brown chair as he let his thoughts take over.

While thinking of where to look next and who the imposter Dr. Graham could have been, Joe's ocean blue eyes looked up and could see a man walking away from him. The man was balding, muscular, and looked strangely familiar even from behind. Dr. Graham, thought Joe. He got up thinking it was worth testing out his theory. He calmly tailed the mysterious man and followed him to the morgue. Joe peered around a corner and watched the man fitting Dr. Graham's description go in the morgue and then come out a few minutes later with a body on a gurney covered with a blanket.

"I was sent to take this one Willis," said the man Joe was tailing.

"You have to fill out some paperwork. Leave him out there and come back in here for a minute," replied Willis. Joe couldn't see him but could hear him from his hiding spot.

"Fine. Just make it quick," replied the fake Dr. Graham who was dressed as an orderly and not a doctor this time around.

Joe heard the door shut and risked a peek around the corner. Both men had disappeared into the morgue so Joe crept next to the body lying on the gurney. Curiously, he lifted the sheet to reveal the body's face.

Frank! Joe quickly covered the dead man's face back up. He heard footsteps coming and hurried to lift up the sheet near the man's right arm. There's that mark again. Joe recovered the cadaver and moved hastily down the hallway. He knew he had to get home to tell his father about his discovery.

Joe reached his van (now fully functional again) and his eyes and face twisted in confusion. If the man on the gurney looked like Frank and even had that weird birthmark on his arm…then who was buried at Frank's funeral?

Joe arrived home and barely parked the van in the driveway before rushing to the door and barging into his own home. He looked around and just before he was about to call for his father he noticed a figure sitting in the living room. He or she was crying and their head was cradled in their hands. Joe cautiously walked up to the sobbing figure.

"Callie?" asked Joe surprised to see Frank's girlfriend on the living room couch in hysterics. She raised her eyes to meet his as he sat down next to her on the couch. He put an arm around her to comfort her. Since Frank's death, they were leaning on each other more and more for support.

"Joe…" sobbed Callie. She brought a tissue up to her eyes and tried to wipe them away but they kept coming. She dabbed a few stray tears from her cheeks and looked at Joe with regret.

"Why are you here Callie?" asked Joe. He knew better than to ask if she was okay since no one had been "okay" since his big brother died.

"I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to come here. See Frank's…" started Callie. She paused and looked down at her shaking hands and then back up at Joe. "Joe I feel horrible. We had a fight the day of the accident. Do you remember?"

Joe nodded. He remembered how he teased her about her favorite book and then tried not to notice the little spat she and Frank were having while he waited in the car. He motioned for her to continue.

"I told him I didn't want to see him again, Joe. I told him until he knew he had time for me, I didn't want to see him. How could I have been so selfish? You both just won those medals and there I was complaining that he didn't have enough time for me. I'm so sorry Joe. I loved him so much and he died thinking I was mad at him!" Callie broke into uncontrollable sobs and Joe just held her until she calmed down.

Looking into her eyes and brushing back a piece of fallen hair, he said, "First Frank knew you loved him and he knew you weren't going to stay mad at him. And second," said Joe but then paused, "I think he's alive."

Callie had a look of disbelief and hope as she exclaimed," WHAT? How? Why do you think that?"

Joe signaled for her to keep it down. He didn't want anyone else to get their hopes up. Once she quieted down, he told her what happened at the morgue and about Dr. Graham being a fake. He also reminded her of what the thugs told him when they cornered him on the road.

Callie's sobbing had subsided and a faint smile spread across her lips. "So what does that mean? Where would Frank be?" Callie's questions quivered with a new sense of hope as she waited for Joe's answer.

"Well, I came home to talk about it with my dad but that's when I found you. I don't know yet Cal." He looked her in the eyes and then took her hand to help her get up. "Let's go find my dad."

Callie and Joe were in Fenton's office filling him in about the day's events and trying to make some sense of it. Fenton looked at his son and the young girl with intense eyes.

As he ran a hand through is dark and somewhat graying hair, he said, "Well, if this is part of some game then Frank could be anywhere. Obviously, he's being held against his will. We aren't sure who our enemy is or what they really want. We might even be chasing our tails…"

Sitting on the edge of an overstuffed chair and his elbows resting on his knees, Joe offered, "Dad, what if the mystery villain kidnapped Frank and placed a double in his place? It wouldn't be the first time there was a double of one of us running around. I don't know what they want but they did want us to think Frank was going to die or had died. Maybe it's all part of some sick joke. But if my brother is out there somewhere, we have to find him. I have a feeling we have to do it fast!"