Mmmm...! It gives me such thrills when someone reads my stories, a wonderful feeling but -damn! I knew I was pushing my luck with the whole spanish , putting it there when I don't speak it (but I just love the language!)...but obviously readers do, so keep correcting me, that's how I learn : P...

Juanita, I pretty much managed to understand that review, but please, review in english, there is a reason why I only use one-word words (blah!) when I use it in the story, ok? (it was a BIG jump to put 'cabeza' in the middle of the sentence (blush)...)

Speaking of blushing -nancy drew -they blush? And I didn't even notice...hmm? I'll try to keep it down in the future though but I'll have to let you down on one thing 'cause believe me, if I would have put Nancy Drew in there you would have begged me to take her out...about Eurovision, I've tried to explain in pieces through the story what it is but if you want a good, studious explaination I advise you (and everyone) to go to triple w. wikipedia'dot'org(I can't put the exact address in, don't know why) and search for 'Eurovision Song Contest' (it helped me to explain in the story).

Chapter 6

"Moneo."

"It's Fenton."

"Oh! I was just about to call you. What's going on?"

"Mr. Vélez left the building, your chief agreed to have someone follow him..."

"Yes, he did...let me check it out...oh, Fenton, by the way, I checked Vélez's file, he holds a record for petty heist and storage and ingestion of marijuana and cocaine, this was a few years back but I thought I'd let you know..."

"Thanks. Where is he now?"

"Let me see...," after a few seconds he said,That's odd."

"What is?"

"He's at senor Elina's house."

"What!"

"Sí...I don't know why..."

"Maybe I should go over there and have a little chat with them."

"Won't he be suspicious?"

"No, I promised Mrs. Elina I'd let her know, anyway, it'll look like a coincidence, no worries."

The sergeant sighed. "All right, but you'd better not mess anything up."

"I won't. I know what I'm doing."

"Fine. But meet our shadow first. He'll be disguised as a passed-out drunk somewhere. His name's Miguel Quierra."

"All right. I'll get back to you."

"Good. Adiós."

They hung up.

"Where is he?" Joe asked.

"At Elina's," his father answered.

"Why?" Frank asked.

"We're gonna go and find out."

They went from the backstage to the stage, where the hosts were rehearsing, and crept quietly to the saloon and found Belson at a front row watching the hosts.

"Can I borrow your car? Again?" Fenton asked since they had ridden with Steven to work.

Steven didn't take his eyes off the stage but nodded his consent.

"Dad, I was thinking, " Frank said in the car, "Would Mrs. Elina have any motive to harm her husband? We have no proof he ever left the house."

"That doesn't make sense, if she would have a motive, she would have killed him, not kidnapped him," Joe said before their dad could answer.

"You both have points, but we do have a proof. Remember, she said his car had been in the parking lot so he must have been kidnapped there," Fenton reasoned.

"Exactly. She might have had an assistant who could have driven the car to the concert hall to point the attention else where," Frank reasoned back.

Fenton rubbed his chin and thought of some logic to go against this. "But why keep him alive?"

"Maybe she didn't. If she had an assistant, they could have faked that phone call this morning."

"Why?"

"I don't know. To keep up the act?"

"Jesus, Frank. This theory is making a whole lot of sense. Why didn't I come up with it?"

Frank smiled and patted his father on the shoulder. "You're getting too old...besides, it's only a theory."

"Well, if we could just find a motive, it would work," Fenton said, a new energy flowing inside him.

He parked outside the villa. Behind Marco's red convertible.

"What was the guy's name again?" Frank asked, meaning the man who was shadowing Marco.

"Erm...Miguel something," Joe said.

"Quierra. Miguel Quierra," Fenton remembered. He was startled when someone knocked on the window.

It was a black-haired man, maybe thirty. He wore old rags, his hair was a mess and brown his eyes were swimming very dramaticly.

"Got a penny for the poor man?" he said, with even more exaggerated british accent than Maggie did with the Afro-American one when Fenton pushed the button that opened the window. Then he held out his hand to Fenton and said with a normal voice and a slight spansih accent. "Corporal Miguel Quierra, sergeant Moneo told me to expect you, senor Hardy."

Fenton shook his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"As you see, senor Vélez hasn't moved a centimetre..." Quierra shrugged.

"Well, we're going to talk to him and see if that won't change, " the Hardys stepped out of the car.

"Está bien, you'll just shout if you need help."

"We will."

They ran up the steps and knocked. Mrs. Elina came to the door, she looked surprised. "Back already?" she asked, "Marco told me what happened."

,You know each other?" Fenton asked sourly.

"He's my nephew," she looked confused.

"Well, you sure as hell failed to mention that," Joe said angrily to Marco as they enterd the kitchen where he was sitting.

Having heard the conversations, Marco seemed ashamed. "I didn't realize it was relevant, okay?"

"He didn't realize...!" Joe broke off and bit his lip in frustration.

"Why did you run off?" Fenton asked.

"I...I just panicked. I knew you'd start dig in the files, find out about the robbery and all that..." Marco shook his head miserably.

"And the best thing to do was to take off?"

"I wasn't thinking right, I just wanted to get out of there."

"And why come here?" Frank questioned.

"I have nowhere else to go, aunt Esperanza has taken care of me since..." Marco stopped and looked down.

His aunt stroke his hair. "His mother died 8 years ago, he was only fifteen. He started using drugs and he had to steal to get money for them. So finally I took him off the street and got him an apartment..."

"I was a kid, a stupid kid!" Marco said, "But I'm fine now and I wouldn't do anything to Slavetore."

"Marco and Salvatore are friends, he shouldn't be suspected," Mrs. Elina said.

"Well, senora, you must understand that we have to observe every option, " Fenton said, including you.

"Do you think he's alive?" Esperanza asked, obviously talking about Salvatore, seemingly worried.

"I don't know," Fenton said.

"What about life insurance?" Frank asked in the car, they were going to the police station.

"No, then she would have put the body somewhere to be found or she couldn't claim the insurance money," Joe declared.

"Joe's right, Frank," Fenton said, thoughtfully scratching the back of his head.

"Besides, then she would not have faked the phone call," Joe added.

"He's still right."

Frank sighed defeatingly. "All right, then you two come up with some ideas."

"But if he was cheating on her?" Joe suggested.

"That's "a classic" motive," Fenton said dryly as he parked at the police station where he was going to ask chief Civer to put out another shadow, on Esperanza Elina.