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Frank couldn't let himself go to sleep, even though his entire body wanted him to. He needed to watch over Joe. Because he couldn't take seeing him get hurt again. Frank slid his brother off him as carefully as he could and laid him down on a section of cement that wasn't quite as wet as the rest of the room.
Frank paced up and down. The only way out were windows that were eight feet off the ground and only a foot high at most. There was no way he or Joe was going out that way.
He knew that by now the kidnappers had contacted his father. He knew that his father and the whole Bayport Police squad would be looking for him. And he knew he'd have to find a way for them to find him easily.
Frank lifted a discarded board and angled it on his shoulders. He took a running start before ramming in against one of the windows, which broke easily.
He listened for sounds of movement from up above. When he heard none, he started looking up and down the walls. He was looking for a fragment of rock that would be able to cut through a few layers of wood. So that he'd be able to write a message on the board.
Finally, he found a stone that was just sharp enough on one end to make an indentation in the wood. He picked it up and carefully wrote-
HELP KIDNAPPED GET POLICE.
He threw the board out the broken window, hoping that their kidnappers wouldn't spot it before one of the "good guys" did.
Frank was suddenly exhausted. He hadn't had any real sleep since...since he didn't know when. He sat down next to his brother, wrapping his arms around him. Nobody was going to take his little brother away from him.
Not over his dead body.
Fifteen-year-old Amanda Louis walked her dog, Jude, down the street, as she did every morning. She was listening to her iPod and not paying much attention. Suddenly, Jude tugged the leash out of her hands and ran into the woods.
Amanda sighed, glad that the sun was up, at least. She pulled off her headphones and plunged into the forest after her dog.
It wasn't long before she spotted him sniffing an old piece of wood near an abandoned warehouse "What do you have there, Jude?" she asked, turning the piece of wood over in her hands. She gasped as she read the message, then tugged at the dog's leash and broke out in a run.
"So you're saying that two teenage boys were kidnapped?" Amanda couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Con Riley nodded. "Yeah. Thanks for telling us about it. We were really worried. We didn't know where to look. It's lucky you found it."
Amanda could tell the officer was more excited about this discovery then he was letting on, but she was quick to add. "Oh, I didn't find it. Jude did." She patted her dog on the back.
"Jude like the song?" Con asked, getting up to file the report and taking the piece of wood with him.
Amanda called after him. "No, Jude like the saint. St. Jude's the patron saint of lost causes."
The officer turned around. "Lost causes? Well, maybe we can use your help with this, little miss." Amanda couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious, but decided to play along anyway. "Why?"
Con was about to close the door. "Because this is a lost cause if I'd ever seen one."
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