10. chapter : Randy speaks...

Katie janeway and Halo, thank you for your reviews. My friend is happy about her reviews to The real Nancy Drew world, I think. At least she didn't kill me...(I suggest you all read it, it's brilliant!) To anonymous 327( for review to The real Nancy Drew world) : Get used to this, there'll be more insults coming from me;)... ------------------------------------------------------------ Frank and Biff were walking downtown in the evening both on their way home.

'Joe's just so strange, I hardly know him sometimes' Frank complained.

'Yeah, well, he's no kid. You can't expect him to always being the sweet, little, blond-haired, blue-eyed Joe' Biff said and looked after a girl wearing a very short skirt.

'Is Callie still angry?' Frank asked.

Biff nodded. 'What happened between you, guys?'

'We broke up, I'm with Nancy now.' Frank said.

'Wow, wow, wait a minute! Are you and Callie not together anymore! That happens a little fast, you've been together for so long...Hey! That means that she's available! Of course, that's what's Joe was talking about!' Biff nearly yelled.

Frank stopped. 'What are you...-What was Joe talking about?' he asked.

'He only said that Callie was available, ' Biff answered.

They kept on walking. 'Let me get this straight,' Biff said, 'You're with Nancy, you broke up with Callie, which makes her available and nobody told me! I thought she was getting depressed or something. Excuse me, Frank, I need to go and comfort someone...' Biff said and run off.

(I always thought that Biff and Callie belonged together, I don't know what you think...but I have the feeling you don't like it, hope I'm wrong...)

Frank shook his head. Suddenly he saw someone he knew, or maybe didn't knew but had seen before, Randy Cline. He was coming out of a sportstore.

Frank watched him closely and noticed a wound on his face. Dr. Miller's words came up in Frank's mind.

'. she tried to resist but the murderer was stronger. She also has blood under her fingernail and it isn't hers.'

Frank shut his eyes and tried to imagine the situations.

If Sarah would have been lying down and her brother had been on the top of her and she tried to resist by, maybe, scratch him in the face, she would have done it with her left hand.because the wound was on the right side of Randy's face.

Frank tried to remember which hand had the blood under the nail. He was almost sure that it was the left hand. It fitted quite well. But he was going to talk to him next day anyway.

He went home where Nancy waited with a good dinner. ------------------------------------------------------------------

'Hey, Nancy. Can you come with me to the Needle-eye factory?' Frank asked.

'Sure' where's Joe?' Nancy asked back.

'He said he was going to Cline's house, I don't know why, he didn't say' Frank answered.

'Doesn't his girlfriend live there?' Nancy said.

'Luise!?' Frank thought about it. Maybe Joe had some feelings for her...that was strange, well, none of his business.

'I called Mr. Cline earlier and he told me Randy works with him in the Needle-eye factories, he had a break at 3 o'clock. We can go to him then. Until then we have the day to ourselves.' he said and kissed her on the shoulder.

'What can we do 'til then?' Nancy said and thought.

'I've got an idea...' Frank began.

-'I know! Why don't we talk to Mr. Cline's other children?' Nancy suggested.

'That's not exactly what I had in mind' Frank said.

Nancy grinned. 'Well, I think it's a good idea, come on.'

Frank sighed. 'Fine...'

The phone rang.

Nancy answered. 'Hello?'

-'Hello, who is this?' a male voice asked.

-'Nancy Drew, but this is Frank's Hardy home' Nancy answered.

-'Nancy Drew? Carson Drew's daughter?'

-'Yes.'

-'Well, is Frank there?'

-'Yes, I'll get him.'

Nancy handed the phone to Frank.

'Hello?'

-'Hello, Frank, how are you?'

-'Collig, hi, I'm fine. Did dad tell you about his idea?'

-'Yes, he did I like it and you have Carson's Drew daughter with you. It can't be better. You'll remember to report everything you find out.'

-'Of course.'

-'Good and we'll tell you what we have so you can work with all information you'll get, ok?'

-'Yes, understood.'

-'Well, I already have something for you.'

Frank pretended to be writing.

Nancy understood the sign and handed him a pen and a notebook.

'Ok, Ezra, what have you got?' he asked and held the phone to his ear with his shoulder.

-'Mr. Morton found an empty helicopter a few miles away from his farm, (doesn't he still live in a farm outside Bayport??) it was a big W on it, like on the gun bullet your father found...'

-'I remember it. What do we have to do?'

-'It helps if you can find a company which produces helicopters and weapons and probably begins with W. And then find some connections between those two things we're dealing with. But of course everybody will be working on that.'

-'We'll do our best. Anything else?'

-'No, not this time. Did you have any plans for the day?'

-'Me and Nancy, we're going to talk to Randy Cline but Joe sneaked off, maybe I can ask him to search for the company.'

-'That would be very good. You'll talk to me or your dad tonight, alright?'

-'Yes. Goodbye.'

-'Goodbye.'

'What was that?' Nancy asked.

'A project for Joe' Frank answered. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Few minutes past 2 Frank and Nancy went to the Needle-eye factory.

The factory's buildings were placed outside Bayport.

All around them were five metres high steal wire fence and a lot of guards, some of them with big dogs...

Nancy gulped.

The guards opened the gate for Frank, of course there was no need to look for anything dangerous in his car but Nancy noticed that they looked suspiciously at her.

Frank placed the car in the parking lot. He and Nancy stepped out of the car.

They walked into the main building.

'Good morning' Frank said to the receptionist, 'We're here to talk to Mr. Cline.'

'He's in his office' she said and smiled.

'Um, Mr. Cline jr.?' Frank asked.

-'Oh, yes. He's there too, they're waiting for you.'

-'Thank you.'

Frank knew where the office was and didn't need any help to get there.

He knocked at the door.

'Come on in' a familiar voice said from inside.

Frank opened the door. 'Mr. Cline? Hello.'

'Hello, Frank, you needed to talk to my son, isn't it so?'

Frank nodded.

'That's true Mr. Cline. This is my partner, Nancy Drew.'

William Cline shook hands with Nancy. 'Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cline' she said politely.

'The pleasure is all mine. Well, I'll leave you alone now' Mr. Cline said.

'Don't be too hard on him, he's very upset about this, Sarah was his sister after all..' he whispered to Frank.

Frank nodded.

'We will, sir, I promise.'

-'Thank you.'

Mr. Cline left the office.

Frank turned to Randy who sat in his father's armchair. He looked very nervous.

'Well, then Randy, can I call you Randy?'

Randy nodded.

'This is my partner, Nancy Drew' Frank said and pointed at Nancy.

Randy nodded again. 'Hello' he said.

-'Are you ok?'

-'Yeah, of course, what could be wrong...beside that my dear sister was killed and you think I killed her.'

Frank couldn't deny this. He cleared his throat.

'Well, let's get this over with, you want that...so can you tell me where were you when your sister was murdered?'

'I was in that nightclub.'

Frank wasn't surprised.

'With your sister?' he asked.

'She didn't know I was there, I did this sometimes. Followed her into places, just to be sure if she was ok' Randy answered.

'You really cared for her, didn't you?' Nancy thought Frank was a little cruel.

-'Yes, I did, naturally.'

-'What was your first thought when you found out that she was dead?'

-'I couldn't believe it.'

Nancy thought Frank was talking to him like a child though Randy was older than him but she didn't say anything.

'I found files about when you put drugs into her drink and carried her to your car, why did you do it?' Frank asked, not thrilled to hear the answer.

-'If you read this file closely, you may understand that I loved her, much more than a brother normally loves his sister..'

-'Sexually?'

-'I didn't say that. Sarah was a good friend to me, it was just pure love not necessarily sex.'

-'What were you going to do to her in the car?'

-'Nothing. I wanted to take her to some good place where I could tell her how I felt, then I start to feel guilty about the hole thing and I didn't think, I ran home, I was very drunk at the time and this made no sense...'

Frank nodded. 'You can sure say that again' he said and sat down.

Randy looked away, there were tears in his eyes.

Nancy took over.

'Randy, what happened to your face?' she asked.

'I had a fight' he answered.

'When?' Nancy asked.

Randy seemed to feel better under Nancy's soft eyes and not accusing voice. 'On Saturday' he answered.

Nancy looked at Frank. He nodded. The Day...

'Who did you fight with?'

'Some guys, I don't know who they were' Randy answered.

-'Was there a reason for this fight?'

Randy thought. 'Maybe not, maybe I was talking to someone's girlfriend, I don't know'

-'Was it at the Fanclub?'

Randy nodded, knowing that it put him in danger.

-'Were you looking after your sister?'

-'Well, I knew she was there but I'm over her' he answered, not very convincingly. 'The main reason I was there, is that this is the hottest place.'

-'But you saw your sister, what was she doing?'

-'She was flirting with some guys as usually.'

-'How did that make you feel?'

-'Maybe a little jealous.'

-'Were you and Sarah friends when she was murdered?'

-'Well...we...um'

-'What?'

-'We had a little argue before but that was nothing.'

-'What were you arguing about?'

-'She said I was following her and she didn't like it and something like that, I wasn't following her!'

-'Where did you and those guys fight?' Frank suddenly cut in.

-'Outside' Randy answered.

Frank nodded. He remembered Joe had said to Collig he didn't noticed any fights but on the other hand he wasn't trying to notice it.

'I think this is it for now but we'll talk again sometime' Frank said and stood up and shook Randy's hand so did Nancy and then they went out.

When Nancy had closed the door, Randy put his hands over his face and let the tears stream silently down his cheeks.

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