The Gray Man stared at the nurse as she started pacing. Something was going to happen. He could feel it.

Annette glanced at her watch and then over at the Gray Man. Would the plan work the way that they wanted it to? Would Frank Hardy believe what they were about to attempt?

Vachel-Thiery smirked at the sight of his double. "We have received word from Paris. Fenton Hardy has been captured." The double informed him.

"And is everything else in place?"

"Yes. All paperwork that would indicate that your 'business partner' became greedy and came here to murder you for your stocks in his company."

"And the person that is to act as Taylor's aunt?"

"In place."

"Very good. Let us begin."

Annette jumped as her phone rang. Grabbing it, she hissed, "Is it time?"

"Yes, dear sister. You may begin."

Taylor looked at Frank as they drove to the Westbrooke home. "Why don't we wait a few more days?"

"Taylor, you have to tell him."

"But she's supposed to be here today."

"Your aunt?"

"Yes. I would like to avoid her, if possible."

"We both know that you can't."

Vachel-Thiery, wearing a pair of gloves, shot and killed his double at his desk. It would look as if the killer walked in and caught the man in surprise. A quick trip upstairs and a gunshot for the woman that was to be Taylor's aunt followed. Vachel-Thiery then handed the gun to Annette.

Annette stalked over to the Gray Man and gave him an injection and then shoved the gun into his hands and led him down the hall. Pointing the weapon at her own double, Annette waited until she heard voices in the library before pulling the trigger.

"L'oncle, êtes-vous ici?" Taylor called as she entered the house. Frank couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Something was very wrong. As they reached the library, Taylor squared her shoulders and walked in. Frank raced into the library when he heard a terrified scream. At the desk was Vachel-Thiery, slumped over, dead. Both Frank and Taylor jumped when they heard a gunshot upstairs. Frank raced out of the room and went up the stairs. At the second landing, Taylor caught up with him and stopped him. "Are you mad? Who ever that is won't have a problem shooting you too! And I am too young to be a widow!" Frank nodded and allowed Taylor to lead him back down stairs. Just as they reached the last stair, Frank turned and saw a figure raising a gun at them. Grabbing Taylor, he pulled her to safety just as the gun went off. Taylor screamed at the sound and ran toward a door, pulling Frank behind her. The gun sounded again just as Taylor slammed the door to the dining room closed. She then pulled Frank through the dining room and into the kitchen. "Trust me on this. It might be a tight fit, but it will be worth it." She then opened the door to what looked like a small closet with a rope that traveled downward in the middle. "A dumb waiter." Taylor said as a way of explaining as she slammed the door and started pulling the rope upward. Catching on, Frank began to help her and they soon were on the second floor. When the dumb waiter stopped, Taylor opened the door and stepped out. She then turned and hid her face against Frank's shoulder. It was a modest bedroom, and on the bed was a woman that clearly had been shot to death. "It's my aunt." Taylor whispered. Frank nodded once and led the way to the door. Risking a look, Frank guessed that the killer was still looking for them downstairs. He then led the way out of the room and down the hall. Risking a glance into another room, he saw Annette face down on the floor. Quickly, Frank pulled Taylor past the room and back down the stairs. The sound of foot steps was all the warning that he needed. Frank looked and saw the killer under him. Without thinking, Frank jumped over the side and landed on the killer. Knocking the gun out of the man's hand, Frank pinned him and yelled for Taylor to find something to tie the man's hands with. Taylor looked around and unhooked the strap to her purse. Racing down the stairs, she handed this to Frank and stepped back, watching him tie the man's hands up with it. A moment later, Frank turned the man over and found himself staring at Arthur Gray, better known as the Gray Man. Taylor leaned close and whispered, "I know him. He's Uncle's business partner." Frank tried to get over his shock. What was the Gray Man doing in Bayport? Why had he just killed Taylor's family? And why would Taylor think that the Gray Man was her uncle's business partner? None of it made sense.

Chief Collig sighed as the Gray Man was shoved into a police car. There had been more deaths in the past few months than he had ever seen…or had ever thought would ever happen. First Callie Shaw, and now this. In a rental car that they had found in the area, evidence was found that indicated that Arthur Gray was a very dangerous man. In fact, some of the evidence pointed to a shady business partner that had gotten greedy. In the event that the entire Westbrooke family died, all of the money that belonged to the family would become assets of the companies that the late Vachel-Thiery owned and would go to his business partner. A grand total of $978,869,902,900,000 in the US alone. Chief Collig went to comfort Taylor. "It looks like he snuck in and killed your uncle first. Your aunt was probably asleep when she was killed."

"She wouldn't have heard anything. She is…I mean…was a very sound sleeper." Taylor said slowly, her voice dull.

"The housekeeper was next. We're guessing he took her by surprise in the hall and chased her into the room where we found her."

"Did…did she suffer?"

"No. It was very quick." Taylor nodded and sighed sadly. "I'm sorry about all of this."

"It's not your fault. You didn't…" Taylor looked away and tried not to start crying.

"We found proof that this guy had been stealing money from your uncle's American based business and was using the money for a few shady deals."

"Such as?"

"Drug running, for one thing. Taylor, are you certain that there is nothing that we can do?"

"I was just thinking."

"What?"

"Those people that were killed earlier…What were their names again?" Chief Collig and Frank shared a look. It was clear that something had popped up in Taylor's mind. As she heard the names, Taylor looked more and more thoughtful. "I thought so."

"What is it?"

"All of them worked for the same company, did they not?"

"That's right."

"And at least three of them worked in the same department, correct?"

"You're right again."

"I think that they may have stumbled onto the embezzlement, and not known it."

"Are you saying that this guy may have used Callie to commit murder?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Taylor glanced at Frank and added, "She has lived here all her life. She would know the area well enough to serve as a guide." Frank looked thoughtful. Taylor did have a point. Frank didn't want to admit it, but it looked as if Callie was involved in something much more dangerous than he had thought.

L'oncle, êtes-vous ici? "Uncle, are you here?"