Frank snared the phone on the first ring. "Angelic bought the old Sayer mansion," Phil informed Frank, his voice excited. "It's the perfect place. Didn't you say it had a dungeon?"

"Yes," Frank replied, gripping the phone tightly.

"I'll call the gang together and we'll meet at your place in an hour," Phil suggested.

"No," Frank turned down Phil's offer. "If she sees any one of us, she'll kill Joe."

"Then what are you going to do?" Phil inquired.

"I'm not sure," Frank admitted. "But dad's home. We'll come up with something."

"Okay. I'll let Biff and Chet know we've found her and stop the stake out. Keep in touch?"

"Thanks. I will," Frank promised before hanging up. He told his father where Angelic was holding Joe.

"I'll call Ezra," Fenton said, standing up.

"You can't!" Frank shouted in alarm.

"Take it easy," Fenton ordered. "I'll have him come over here and we'll discuss what we should do."

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"Frank's right," Chief Collig said almost an hour later. He had come right over after receiving Fenton's phone call and listened to a recount of the past two days."The only sure way to get Joe back safely is to set up a stake out and wait until she leaves, then go in and find him."

Fenton frowned. "That could take days," he pointed out, running a hand through his hair then letting it rest at the back of his neck briefly while he looked first at Ezra then at Frank who locked gazes with him. "All right," Fenton finally agreed. He didn't want to take a chance on Joe getting hurt either. "But as soon as she leaves the premises, we move in and find him before she has time to return."

"Of course," Ezra agreed. "I'll get blueprints of the place and meet you in my office in one hour?"

"I'm going on out," Frank said. "If she leaves before you get there, I'll give you a call."

"Don't go in alone," Fenton ordered. "Unless we find Joe while she is gone, we can't touch her. We might never find him."

Frank nodded then went outside and got on his motorcycle. It would be easier to hide than the van or a car. Frank came to a stop not far from the estate's manor and pulled his motorcycle off the road and hid it behind a clump of bushes. He had been there for close to two hours when he spotted an unmarked car pull off the road not far from where he sat perched in a tree watching the manor. He climbed down and headed over as another unmarked car arrived on the scene.

"Dad?" Frank asked, coming over. "Did you get the blueprints?"

Fenton nodded. "Ezra had them waiting when I arrived at his office." He frowned, shaking his head. "There are so many passages in that place it could take a long time to search them all."

"Then why didn't the Chief order more men out here?" demanded Frank.

"Because we don't know if she will even leave him alone today," Fenton explained calmly. "These are all the men he could spare for the stake out and some of them were supposed to be off duty today."

Frank looked at the seven officers who had gotten out of the two vehicles. "Less cars means there is less chance of being spotted," Fenton answered Frank's unspoken question.

"Movement, Sir," said one of the officers who had a pair of binoculars trained on the front entrance to the manor.

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After Joe had finished his breakfast, Angelic took the dishes and exited the cage, relocking it. She paused by the CD player and thoughtfully looked back at Joe who had stood up and stretched before heading into the bathroom. He hadn't even looked her way after she locked him in. Had he accepted the fact that he could not escape? It seemed so. Should he be rewarded for that?

"Definitely," she said softly, smiling. She turned on the player, setting it to repeat the entire CD instead of just the one song before taking the tray laden with dishes and heading out of the basement and to the kitchen.

As Angelic washed the dishes, she gazed outside and thought how lovely everything looked. If only she could take Joe outside for a walk with her. But that was impossible. "Hmm..." she said thoughtfully as she finished the dishes. She went upstairs to change clothes. When she returned, she opened the front door and went outside.

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"What's going on?" Fenton demanded.

"She's on the porch," the officer informed the Hardys. "Doesn't look like she's leaving though. She's headed for the trees, not her car." He continued to observe her, following her movements by swinging the binoculars in her direction. "She's picking flowers," the officer added, lowering the binoculars.

Frank took the binoculars and spotted Angelic, her hands filled with a variety of flowers. His face turned white. "Oh God!" he moaned, sick.

"What's wrong?" Fenton demanded at once.

"She just saw my bike."