After the avalanche of metal had ceased, Frank rose shakily to his feet. His entire body ached from the pounding he had taken. Taking a few slow steps, he peered at the engine. More fireworks, he thought grimly, looking at the powdered remains. He blew the debris off and checked the engine. 'Must have been connected to the hood this time,' he thought. Seeing no real damage, he shut the hood and climbed behind the wheel.
Holding his breath, he turned the key in the ignition. He let out a sigh of relief when the motor started without any more surprises. He backed out of the garage and headed for the Bayport Inn making a mental note to straighten up the mess when he returned.

"Man, you're not gonna believe this," Craig told Frank as he came toward him. "No one's seen the guy." When Frank didn't look surprised at the news, he continued. "Sally, she's the maid who does the fourth floor, said his bed had never been slept in and the bathroom hadn't been used. It still had the safety paper on the lid."

"How did he check in?" Frank asked.

"He was checked in by his daughter," Craig informed him. "Jonny said she told him her dad had to go to a meeting but would be coming later in the afternoon so she would just check them both in."

Frank looked thoughtful, but not surprised. "You expected this?" Craig asked.

"The man is an enigma," Frank replied. "Nothing about him could surprise me at this point." He thanked Craig and left wondering what kind of scam Angelic and her father might be hatching.

"Are you sure you can't remember anything?" Joe asked the clerk again, frustration making him agitated.

"Look, man, there were these three dolls in here," the clerk responded. "I wasn't paying much attention to the other customers." He looked at Angelic wolfishly.

Angelic smiled at him as she tucked her arm through Joe's. "Please try to remember?" she begged.

"Okay," the clerk said, finally closing his eyes and concentrating. "I think there were two guys in here then. One was Kevin. He works at the garage across the street. The other guy was about average height and build with dark hair and sunglasses."

"Any distinguishing marks?" Joe asked.

"Can't remember," was the answer. "Sorry."

"Did you see what kind of car he was driving?" Joe pushed for more information.

"A white Buick, I think," the clerk replied. "A newer model."

"Thanks for your help," Angelic told him, pulling Joe toward the door.

"He can't remember," Joe said in disgust once they were outside.

"You just have to know how to jog someone's memory," Angelic told him smartly, then laughed at Joe's expression. "Relax," she soothed him. "We did get a description."

"Yeah, one that could fit any number of people," Joe complained.

"We'll just scout around for a white Buick," she told him. "Or wait until we see one following us."

"You're getting good at this stuff," Joe told her, grinning.

"I could get into being a detective," she admitted. "It seems fun."

"It can be," Joe agreed. "But it's also dangerous."

"Which is why you're with me," she said. "What do we do now?"

"We go to the pizzeria," Joe answered. "We're going to see if anyone saw our white Buick or mystery man there."

No one had seen either, so they went to the hospital to try their luck there, which also proved fruitless. On their way out of the hospital an intern passed them saying, " Welcome back."

Joe spun around to follow him and find out what he had meant by the remark but Angelic grabbed a hold of Joe's arm. "Who was that?" she asked, pulling Joe to a stop.

"I don't know," Joe replied, a little upset that Angelic had prevented him from catching the intern.

"Of course you do," she insisted. "He knew you."

"I guess he must have," Joe reluctantly agreed as they made their way back to the van. He was still frowning as he climbed in and revved up the engine. He pulled onto the highway and headed home.

"Are you sure you didn't know him?" Joe was asking, only to be cut off when the van lurched into the rail along the highway as a car rammed into their rear. Joe held tightly to the steering wheel as he tried to bring the van under control. Just when he could get back onto the road, the van was hit again, this time along the side. Hitting a patch of mud on the side of the road, the van began spinning, Joe tapped the breaks and turned into the spin. Finally coming to a stop, Joe turned to ask if Angelic were okay, when the van was rammed once more. The van hit the rail hard, causing it to give way and the van moved toward the ravine below!