Author's Note: Thank you for pointing out that I had made a mistake in the last chapter. I fixed it as soon as I read the review. I try my best to double-check each chapter before posting, but sometimes they get past me. I'm just glad that I have you to look out for me!

And to alleviate some fears–yes, I will still be writing stories while I am in college, so you have nothing to worry about! (You can't get rid of me that easy!) The only downfall will be is that I probably won't be able to update as often as I like to. But you will get more stories from me!

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"NOOOO!" Joe woke up with a start. He now remembered everything–he had been set up for Abby murder. And worse yet, he had witnessed the whole thing. That bastard made me watch as he butchered Abby.

He barely even heard the door to Nancy and Frank's bedroom open. He shielded his eyes as the lights were turned on.

"Joe, what happened?" Frank asked.

Joe uncovered his eyes and saw Frank and Nancy standing in front of him, concern all over their faces.

"I know everything," Joe said, dazed. He still hadn't gotten over the shock of it all.

"You had another memory?" Frank asked.

Joe nodded. "I know for sure that I was framed. It was Grayson all along," he said.

"Joe, what happened?" Nancy asked.

"He found out that Abby saw what he did. He made me watch as she begged for her life and he killed her," Joe said.

"Oh, my God," Nancy said, covering her mouth with her hand.

"But we may what we've been looking for to nail Grayson with," Joe said. "She says that he keeps videotapes of everything. He has cameras hidden everywhere. Sort of an insurance policy, I guess."

"This is great news," Frank said.

Joe nodded his head. "I agree–we find those tapes and Grayson goes down."

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The first thing Nancy did when she woke up a few hours later, was run to the bathroom. She was now hitting one of the low-points of her pregnancy: morning sickness. She sat on the floor in front of the toilet waiting for her nausea to pass.

She looked up as the door to the bathroom opened and Frank stuck his head in.

"I really need to start locking that door," Nancy said.

Frank ignored her. "Are you okay?"

Nancy waved a hand at him. "I'm fine, Frank. This is part of the beauty of being pregnant."

"Maybe you shouldn't head back over to the Saraphina," Frank said, sitting on the floor next to her.

Nancy shook her head. "Please, Frank. I don't want to talk about this now."

"We need to talk about it sometime," Frank protested.

"And we will," Nancy looked at him. "I promise."

"I'm holding you to that, Drew," he teased lightly.

"Come on," Nancy said, holding a hand up. "Help me off the floor."

Frank stood up and grabbed her hand. Nancy grabbed her clothes and quickly got dressed. When she went into the sitting room, a cart full of breakfast was waiting for her.

"You need to eat," Frank said.

Nancy put hand to her stomach. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Just a piece of toast, then." Frank said. "Come on, humor me."

Nancy grudgingly grabbed a piece of toast and started to nibble on it. "Where's Joe?" she asked.

"He's taking a walk. Said something about clearing his head," Frank said. "I think he's still shaken up from last night."

"Can you blame him?" Nancy asked.

Frank shook his head. "No, I guess not." He changed the subject. "So, what are you going to do today?"

"I'm going to look for those tapes that Joe was talking about," Nancy said.

"I knew you were going to say that," Frank groaned.

"Keep your phone with you, too." Nancy said. "Just in case there's trouble."

"You just had to say that, didn't you?" Frank asked.

Nancy gave him a sidelong glance and then picked up her bag. "I have to go," she said. She gave Frank a kiss and walked out the door.

Nancy quickly walked across the street to the Saraphina and hurried in. She quickly walked to the stage area and found Mia in her office. It was time Mia found out who her dad really was.

Nancy knocked on her door. "Hi," she said as Mia looked up.

"Stephanie, hi!" she said, smiling. "What are you doing here so early?"

"I need to talk to you," Nancy said.

"Please tell me you're not quitting," Mia said, cringing.

"Not exactly," Nancy said. "Mia, I wasn't entirely honest with you. My name isn't Stephanie Danes–it's Nancy Drew; I'm a detective slash reporter."

"What?" Mia asked, confused.

"I'm here investigating the murder of Abby Collins," Nancy said.

"But they already have the guy who did it," Mia sais slowly.

Nancy shook her head. "The guy they think did it, is my brother-in-law, Joe. I'm here to try to clear his name."

"I don't understand," Mia said. "They have his fingerprints on the knife."

"He was framed for the murder," Nancy said.

"By who?" Mia asked.

Nancy hesitated–this wasn't going to be easy. "Your father."

Mia jumped up from her seat. "That's ridiculous! My father would never do anything like that!"

"That's not what Abby said," Nancy said calmly. "Joe found her in the casino lobby crying. They went up to his room and she told him everything. Abby had seen your father killing someone and she was worried that he had seen her. Joe was going to help her, but it was too late."

"You're lying," Mia said, shaking her head in shock.

"I wish to God I was, Mia," Nancy said, softly. "Your father murdered Abby and made Joe watch. Then he framed Joe for the murder."

"Get out," Mia whispered.

"But–" Nancy began.

"Get out before I call security," Mia said. "You have some nerve, you know. I just lost my best friend and now you come in here and tell me that my father killed her."

"Mia, I'm sorry," Nancy said.

Mia scoffed. "Right...I can see how sorry you are."

Nancy wanted to ask about the tapes, but she didn't think it was the right time. Mia was in shock right now and she was having a hard time believing anything that she was saying. Nancy grabbed her bag and walked out of Mia's office.

I guess I have to find the tapes on my own.

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"Is Nancy gone?" Joe asked when he walked back into the hotel room.

Frank nodded his head. "She's going to look for the tapes that you were talking about."

"And you let her go alone?" Joe asked, outraged.

"I didn't let her do anything," Frank said. "She wouldn't listen to me."

Joe ran a hand through his short blond hair and sighed.

"She said she would call me at the first sign of trouble," Frank said.

"If she's even able to," Joe said.

"You think I'm not worried enough as it is?" Frank asked.

Joe was about to say something else, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He opened the door to find Carson Drew.

"Mr. Drew, how are you feeling?" Joe asked.

"Much better. Thank you for asking, Joe." Carson said as he came into the room.

"So, do you have something new for us?" Frank asked.

"I just got a phone call from the police station," Carson said. "They want to see us in an hour."

"Did they say what it was about?" Joe asked, hopefully.

Carson shook his head. "No. Sorry." He looked around the room. "Where's Nancy?"

"Oh, she's out running a couple of errands," Frank answered.

"This early in the morning?" Carson asked.

"She said they were important and couldn't be put off," Frank improvised.

"Well, I guess she could just meet us at the station later," Carson said.

"I'll call her and let her know," Frank said.

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Nancy was feeling pretty crummy after leaving Mia. It was never easy to tell someone that their father was a murderer. And Nancy couldn't really blame her for being angry with her. She would have reacted the exact same way if the roles had been reversed.

But there was no time to worry about hurting Mia's feelings. She had to get to Grayson's office and find those tapes. Nancy looked in the company directory and found that his office was on the sixth floor. Just as she was about to step into the elevator, her cell phone rang.

"Hello?" Nancy said.

"Hey, Nancy. It's me." Frank said.

"What's going on?" Nancy asked. She stepped away from the elevators.

"The police just let Joe go," Frank said.

"What? How?" Nancy asked.

"They said something about contaminated evidence. It never would have held up in court," Frank explained.

"Frank, that's great news!" Nancy said.

"Yeah, so that means you don't have to look for those tapes," Frank said.

"Are you kidding? Of course I do." Nancy said. "I just told Mia that her father is a killer and I'm not letting him get away with this."

"Nancy, it could be too dangerous," Frank argued.

"I don't care, Frank. They could still try to pin this thing on Joe if Grayson keeps going after him. And, besides, we owe it to Mia and Abby," Nancy said.

"At least let me come with you," Frank said.

"I'm already on my way up to Grayson's office," Nancy said. "I'll call you as soon as I find anything out."

She hung up the phone before he could say anything else. She turned her phone on silent because she knew he would try to call her again and talk her out of it. She couldn't afford any interruptions right now.

Nancy got on the elevator and rode it up to the sixth floor. The directory had said it was room number 615. She walked down the hall and stopped at the room. She looked around and made sure no one was watching before she pulled out her lock-picking kit. It was amazing–after all these years and she still found that she used it a lot.

Nancy got the door open in two minutes and slipped in quietly. The office was dark, so she pulled out her penlight and shined it around the room. She spotted a lamp on the desk; she made her way over and turned it on.

She wasn't surprised with how neat and tidy everything was in the office. Grayson seemed the type of person who would take great care of his personal space. She carefully went through each drawer in the desk.She was going through the last drawer when she saw a flash of gold. She moved some papers out of the way, and there, lyingat the bottom of the drawer wasthe matching eagle cufflink.

Nancy smiled to herself as shegrabbed a Kleenex from Grayson's desk and carefully picked up the cufflink without touching it. She wrapped it in the tissue and stuffed it into her bag.She then moved over to the file cabinets. Of course, Grayson kept them locked, but Nancy had them open in no time.

She went through each of the drawers butdidn't turn up anything. She was starting to get frustrated. She just knew for sure that Grayson would keep those tapes in his office!

Nancy froze when she heard a noise outside the door.

Grayson! she thought wildly.

Nancy looked all over the room for a hiding spot, but it was too late. The door opened and she was about to be caught red-handed!

"What are you doing in here?"

Nancy turned around and looked at the person standing in the doorway of Grayson's office.

"Mia!" she said, letting out a relieved sigh.

"Nancy, answer my question. What are you doing in here?" Mia asked. Then it hit her. "You're looking for something to use against my father, aren't you?"

"Mia, I'm sorry. But if I can just find the tapes that Abby was talking about, then I could offer you the proof that you need." Nancy said.

Mia looked at Nancy, confused. "Tapes? What tapes are you talking about?"

"Tapes that you father keeps of his business dealings," Nancy explained.

"How would Abby know about this?" Mia asked.

"You did know that your father and Abby were dating, didn't you?" Nancy asked slowly.

Mia's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

"Oh, God." Nancy closed her eyes. "They really kept you in the dark about a lot of things, didn't they?"

Mia closed the door and sank into the chair sitting in front of the desk. "It seems I don't know them as well as I thought I did."

"Mia, I know I'm hitting you with all of this at one time and it probably hasn't entirely sunk in. But I have to find those tapes that Abby was talking about. Your father is wanting to frame an innocent man for a crime he didn't commit and I can't condone that.

"Joe and I may not get along a lot of times, but he is family. And I protect my family." Nancy saw that Mia was just shaking her head so she decided to try a different path–one that would go directly to her heart.

"Mia–I'm pregnant," Nancy said. Mia looked up at her. She had definitely gotten her attention now. "I want Joe to be there when his niece or nephew is born. I want my child to grow up with their uncle. And if he's in jail for a murder that he had no part of, then he'll miss all of that and they'll miss out on the chance of knowing a wonderful person who is full of love and passion.

"Would you be able to sit back and watch him go to jail when there was evidence all along that someone else did it? Would you be able to live with yourself?" Nancy asked.

"But, we're talking about my father," Mia said. "The man who has raised me since I was a child."

"I know and it makes your decision to help methat muchharder. I wish that you didn't have to be involved in this at all. You're a good person, Mia. But if you help your father get away with this, then you're just like him." Nancy said, firmly.

Mia jumped as if Nancy had slapped her in the face. "I'm not a murderer, Nancy."

"I know you're not, Mia," Nancy said. "So, please, help me."

Mia remained silent for a few moments, thinking about what Nancy had said to her. Nancy looked at her anxiously, wondering if she had pushed too hard.

"He usually keeps his security tapes in a room behind the bookcase," Mia said quietly.

Nancy smiled at Mia. "Thank you so much, Mia."

Mia said nothing as she walked to the bookcase and pulled at a book. The bookcase swung open quietly, revealing a room that was lined floor to ceiling with VHS tapes. Upon closer inspection, Nancy saw that each tape had a label with a date on it.

"Would these include his personal tapes?" Nancy asked.

"They're in the corner over there," Mia said, pointing. "But you really need to hurry, Nancy. If my father catches us in here, he won't be happy at all."

"I just need the tape from the night of Abby's murder. The police can look at these other tapes later," Nancy said.

She looked in Grayson's small personal collection and quickly found one from April 20th, the night of Abby's murder. She grabbed it and stood up.

"All right," Nancy said. "I need you to do something for me, Mia. I know I've already asked a lot out of you and I have no right at all to ask anything else–"

"What do you need, Nancy?" Mia asked.

"I need you to get this over to the police." Nancy said. "I would do it myself, but your father has had me watched for the past couple of days. I don't want him to get this tape and ruin any chances of the police catching Abby's real killer."

Mia took the tape and slipped in into her purse. They then stepped out of the small room and Mia closed the bookcase. "I'm only doing this for Abby," she said.

"That's all I ask," Nancy said. "I don't think we should leave the office at the same time, just in case. You go out first and then I'll go."

"You really think my father will do something to us?" Mia asked.

"To you–no. But he's already annoyed enough with me," Nancy said. "Listen, I'm going to go back to my hotel and get Frank and Joe. We'll meet you at the police station."

Mia nodded and slipped out of the office. Nancy waited five minutes and then quickly left. She hurried across the street to her hotel. She didn't even slow down as she headedtoward the elevators. She pressed the button for the fifteenth floor and waited impatiently for the doors to close. But before they could entirely close, a hand shot out and forced the doors open.

Nancy's breath caught in her throat when she saw that the hand belonged to Stuart Grayson. And standing beside him was Phil Minor.

"Nancy Drew," Grayson said, smiling at her. "Just the woman I was looking for."

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