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Frank told Chet about Joe in as few words as he could manage. After seeing his friend's face turn from a sickly green to an anxious white and finally settle on an angry red, Frank knew that he was leaving his brother in capable hands. He kissed his mother, reassuring her once again that Joe was fine. He nodded at his father, telling him in one motion, I'm ready.
On the way down to the lobby, Frank discovered that while he had been searching for his brother, Fenton Hardy had been searching for his kidnapper. "Alex Caivano is the cousin of the ruthless Jonathan Nash, the man who has been raping and killing teenage boys all over the East Coast." Fenton sighed. "Two months ago, I was asked to do some digging about Nash, but I stopped when another boy was killed in New York."
Frank gaped at him. Why would his father take a case that would put both him and Joe in danger?
Fenton saw him. "Don't look at me like that. I was hoping to catch him before he got to New York. I was trying to get you out of danger." He sighed again, getting into the car. "I guess that didn't work." They drove out of the hospital parking lot.
"Nash was caught a week before Joe was taken, but at the time of his arrest his cousin swore that he'd have revenge by hurting every teenager related to the cops who put his cousin in prison." Fenton looked at Frank. "I'm sorry, Frank. You know that criminals are always ranting about stuff like that. Nobody took him seriously."
"Why wasn't he put away with his cousin?" Frank asked quietly, still trying to digest all this information. Why hadn't he heard any of this?
"The police couldn't get him on any of the crimes, so they had to let him go." Fenton responded sadly, turning off on a small road. "Anyway, Con and I have been searching for this guy for weeks now and we just got a tip to his hideout." He looked around sternly.
"Frank, I only brought you along because I know that you want to see that monster in prison, but you are not to do anything. Got that? He's dangerous, and I can't let you fall into his hands too." He stopped the car within sight of a small house on the edge of a small lake. Other cars, presumably belonging to the police, were near theirs.
Frank got out quickly and followed his dad to Con Riley. "Hey Fenton." The cop greeted in a voice that was barely heard. "Why'd you bring him?" he asked, gesturing towards Frank. "You know what type this guy is."
Fenton nodded. "Frank needed to see this, Con. He promised to stay out of the way."
Con frowned. "I don't know about this, but I guess there's nothing to be done now. The order to move in was just issued. Let's go."
The dozen or so officers advanced stealthily towards the house, making sure that not one sound would alert the man to their presence. Frank strained his ears and could hear boxed talking, like a TV set or a radio, over the wind. He was in there! Without warning, his heart started beating faster.
The police circled the house in pairs. Frank stayed next to his father in the front as Chief Collig went up to the door. In the fading darkness, Frank saw him count down from three. On the third count, the door was kicked open and four officers went into the house, guns at the ready, barking orders.
The back door flew open at almost exactly the same moment and a figure fled across the muddy lawn, only to be tackled by an officer Frank knew.
As the man's face was brought into view, Frank started seeing red. He rarely let emotions control him like this, but at this moment, he welcomed them. He imagined this man torturing his brother...saw Joe's unmoving body...thought of the other boys this man must have killed.
He was on him, showering him with blows in every part that he would reach. "You monster!" Frank screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks as his father hauled him off the criminal. "Monster."
His father held him as the man was lead away. Frank's tears subsided, his body quit shaking. It was over.
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