After school, Frank sat at a picnic table outside of the school. Callie was rubbing his back consolingly and Chet, Biff, and Iola were gathered around him.
"Jeez," Biff began, "That was heavy."
Frank nodded with a smile. "Yeah, we may have done our jobs too well."
Callie exclaimed, "Oh, it was awful! You guys fighting should be against the laws of nature."
Iola added with assent, "I hope Joe's doing okay. I know he hated that as much as you did, Frank."
Frank responded, "Yeah, he should be alright. Now, he'll be getting a bag and going over to Paul's. If the greasers think that Joe got kicked out of the house or something, they should begin to accept him. I saw Ron Jameson and the guys in the cafeteria, so that's good news. Pretty soon Joe should be able to get information as to why someone is targeting them."
"But how is Joe going to get the information to you and your Dad?" Biff asked.
"We planned for him to call us every night at 6 from a Pay Phone. If he doesn't make the call on time, we'll immediately drive down and make sure he's okay. Either way, the investigation is going exactly as planned." Frank sighed. "You know, for now."
