Chapter 13: Easy day
To Katie janeway: Thank you for the review, not everyone can be smart : /
To anonymous 327: Yes, I do know Joe is out of character but again, that's a huge part of the story.
Once again, I'm sorry if there are any spelling or grammar errors.
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'Are you sure you're ok?' Nancy asked.
'Of course' Frank answered.
'Hey, we forgot to talk to Cline's other children, we can do that today' Nancy said.
Frank nodded.
'Do you think Joe is a little weird these days?' he asked.
'Is it killing you?' Nancy asked back.
'No, I'm just not used to him like that.'
'Maybe he's getting smarter than you' Nancy said teasing.
Frank stared at her. 'No, he's not, no way.'
Nancy laughed. 'You are such an egoist.'
-'Am I?'
-'Yeah.'
The phone rang.
Frank sighed. 'Why does people always call so early?'
'Hello?'
-'Hello, Frank. Did I wake you up?' his fathers voice asked.
-'No, dad I was awake, is something wrong?' Frank asked.
-'No but I'm going to send you an email, check it out.'
-'OK, dad.'
-'Goodbye.'
Frank hung up.
'Are you always woken up by a telephone ringing?' Nancy asked.
'No not usually but it has happened often these days' Frank answered.
He went out of bed and got dressed.
Then he turned on his computer. The email was the files about Walker and Jennings, that Callie had found for Joe.
Frank read it. Nancy read it too over his shoulder.
Of course they thought that this Luise was the same one who was dating Joe.
Frank took his cell phone and called his father.
'Dad?'
-'Frank, have you read it?'
-'Yes. I think I know this Luise.'
-'Your brothers girlfriend? Yes, I called Mr. Cline earlier and he said that Luises family name was McStevenson not Walker.'
-'The name could be false.'
-'We'll see. Something else you found there.'
-'Well, I was thinking, maybe, if the murder of Sarah was to get to Mr .Cline, you know. Because of his job or something because he works for the police, maybe there are connections' Frank said.
-'Yes, that might be' Fenton said obviously interested.
'I'll try to work on it...'
Joe snorted, he was listening on the phone on the hallway outside his bedroom. Now his dad was listening! He hung up quietly and therefore he didn't hear the end of the sentence.
'...actually, Joe mentioned that last night but I didn't have time to do more about it' -------------------------------------------------------------------
'Fenton Hardy!' Gertrude shouted.
Fenton and Joe came running to her where she was standing in the hall.
'What is this?' she asked.
Joe looked down on the floor. There was a little piece of paper on the rug.
He squatted down and read what was typed on the paper piece.
'Where the sun goes down we come from and surround you in shadows, dot, dot, dot, specially if you won't stay out of things that are none of your business' he read.
Fenton snorted and said ironically: 'Oooo! I'm so scared. Are they trying to give us some clue or are they trying to scare us?' he wondered out loud.
'And then again, who are THEY?' Joe asked.
'If we are dealing with two cases we must find out which enemy sent this' Fenton.
'Either way, he is very poetic' Joe said and stood up.
'I never get the point of doing things like that' Fenton said. 'Gertrude, would you be so kind to get me pliers?'
'Joe, could you go to the neighbours and ask then if they heard something, noise from a car maybe?'
Joe nodded.
Gertrude handed her brother pliers, which he used to take the little piece of paper to investigate it better.
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Joe was back in a few minutes. He ran up to his father's office. 'Nothing. No one saw anything or heard anything' he said.
'Damn! There are no finger prints, well, I didn't expect them to be that stupid' Fenton mumbled.
'Does this make any sense at all?' Fenton asked and read.
Joe shook his head. 'Are you asking me? Maybe some poet can answer that, no wait!'
He took the paper piece. 'Where the sun goes down, the sun goes down in the west...maybe...I don't know...'
'Hey, Joe you might be right! Maybe this has something to do with the Westside of the USA or Asia, or maybe Australia' Fenton said.
Joe smiled proudly. 'Yes, maybe' he thought.
-'We'll ask Cline if he understands this.'
-'Are you going to call him?'
-'No, your mother invited the Cline-couple for a visit so we could have a little chat with them, which reminds me of something, Joe, would you call Frank. I want him to be here when they come..'
Joe was surprised. 'Invited them here? I didn't know' he said while thinking: 'How the hell did that happen?'
To Katie janeway: Thank you for the review, not everyone can be smart : /
To anonymous 327: Yes, I do know Joe is out of character but again, that's a huge part of the story.
Once again, I'm sorry if there are any spelling or grammar errors.
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'Are you sure you're ok?' Nancy asked.
'Of course' Frank answered.
'Hey, we forgot to talk to Cline's other children, we can do that today' Nancy said.
Frank nodded.
'Do you think Joe is a little weird these days?' he asked.
'Is it killing you?' Nancy asked back.
'No, I'm just not used to him like that.'
'Maybe he's getting smarter than you' Nancy said teasing.
Frank stared at her. 'No, he's not, no way.'
Nancy laughed. 'You are such an egoist.'
-'Am I?'
-'Yeah.'
The phone rang.
Frank sighed. 'Why does people always call so early?'
'Hello?'
-'Hello, Frank. Did I wake you up?' his fathers voice asked.
-'No, dad I was awake, is something wrong?' Frank asked.
-'No but I'm going to send you an email, check it out.'
-'OK, dad.'
-'Goodbye.'
Frank hung up.
'Are you always woken up by a telephone ringing?' Nancy asked.
'No not usually but it has happened often these days' Frank answered.
He went out of bed and got dressed.
Then he turned on his computer. The email was the files about Walker and Jennings, that Callie had found for Joe.
Frank read it. Nancy read it too over his shoulder.
Of course they thought that this Luise was the same one who was dating Joe.
Frank took his cell phone and called his father.
'Dad?'
-'Frank, have you read it?'
-'Yes. I think I know this Luise.'
-'Your brothers girlfriend? Yes, I called Mr. Cline earlier and he said that Luises family name was McStevenson not Walker.'
-'The name could be false.'
-'We'll see. Something else you found there.'
-'Well, I was thinking, maybe, if the murder of Sarah was to get to Mr .Cline, you know. Because of his job or something because he works for the police, maybe there are connections' Frank said.
-'Yes, that might be' Fenton said obviously interested.
'I'll try to work on it...'
Joe snorted, he was listening on the phone on the hallway outside his bedroom. Now his dad was listening! He hung up quietly and therefore he didn't hear the end of the sentence.
'...actually, Joe mentioned that last night but I didn't have time to do more about it' -------------------------------------------------------------------
'Fenton Hardy!' Gertrude shouted.
Fenton and Joe came running to her where she was standing in the hall.
'What is this?' she asked.
Joe looked down on the floor. There was a little piece of paper on the rug.
He squatted down and read what was typed on the paper piece.
'Where the sun goes down we come from and surround you in shadows, dot, dot, dot, specially if you won't stay out of things that are none of your business' he read.
Fenton snorted and said ironically: 'Oooo! I'm so scared. Are they trying to give us some clue or are they trying to scare us?' he wondered out loud.
'And then again, who are THEY?' Joe asked.
'If we are dealing with two cases we must find out which enemy sent this' Fenton.
'Either way, he is very poetic' Joe said and stood up.
'I never get the point of doing things like that' Fenton said. 'Gertrude, would you be so kind to get me pliers?'
'Joe, could you go to the neighbours and ask then if they heard something, noise from a car maybe?'
Joe nodded.
Gertrude handed her brother pliers, which he used to take the little piece of paper to investigate it better.
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Joe was back in a few minutes. He ran up to his father's office. 'Nothing. No one saw anything or heard anything' he said.
'Damn! There are no finger prints, well, I didn't expect them to be that stupid' Fenton mumbled.
'Does this make any sense at all?' Fenton asked and read.
Joe shook his head. 'Are you asking me? Maybe some poet can answer that, no wait!'
He took the paper piece. 'Where the sun goes down, the sun goes down in the west...maybe...I don't know...'
'Hey, Joe you might be right! Maybe this has something to do with the Westside of the USA or Asia, or maybe Australia' Fenton said.
Joe smiled proudly. 'Yes, maybe' he thought.
-'We'll ask Cline if he understands this.'
-'Are you going to call him?'
-'No, your mother invited the Cline-couple for a visit so we could have a little chat with them, which reminds me of something, Joe, would you call Frank. I want him to be here when they come..'
Joe was surprised. 'Invited them here? I didn't know' he said while thinking: 'How the hell did that happen?'