After cutting the line, Brant hung up the phone and laughed hysterically. Best prank calls yet, he always told himself. And getting the same guy twice? Brant considered it to be a little on the odd side, but still funny, nonetheless. He must have just dialed a couple of number difference and got two of the guy's cell phones or something. "Oh man, that was boss!" Brant praised himself. "You're an idiot," Jake said nonchalantly. "No, I'm a genius!" Brant grinned widely. "What happens if that guy comes here and beats your skull in?" Jake questioned. 'Or worse yet…what if you end up like Steven Bailey…' he thought. "He's not gonna find me. I did the star…oh wait…" Brant realized that he hadn't star-six-seven-ed the call and that it indeed did come up with their phone number on it. The color drained from his face and for a moment, Brant felt like he was sinking. But that soon washed away when he thought what idiot would waste their time tracking down an out-of-state prank call? "Don't worry. That guy is probably on the other side of the country, sounded tired. Probably on the west coast or something…" Brant waved a hand and went back to being calm, cool, and collective as he walked over to the fridge and proceeded to raid it for some kind of cross between a somewhat healthy and mostly sugar induced breakfast. "Brant…doesn't this put you out there for the…you know…to get you?" Jake wondered. "What? The phone police?" Brant questioned. And when Jake nodded, Brant snorted and rolled his icy blue eyes. "You've gotta be freakin' kidding me! You're still buying into that?!" "I don't know! Maybe! I mean…what if you do end up getting in trouble with the law? Not the phone police, but with the REAL police!" Jake's brown eyes were wide and filled with concern. Brant was his older brother, he looked up to him. And besides, there was no one on the planet who was cooler than Brant. "Jesus, Jake!" Brant ran a hand through his thick, wavy black hair and over his face and sighed. "If I prove to you that there are no phone police and no Steven Bailey, will you give this up already?!" Jake shrugged. "I guess…" he said. What did he have to lose? "Come with me." Brant grabbed Jake by his t-shirt and dragged him up from out of his chair. He was determined to put this Steven Bailey/phone police crap to an end. There were only so many phone numbers and pranks he could come up with on his own… Once they were upstairs, Brant clicked on his father's computer and started a community search on anyone with the name Steven Bailey with three different search engines. And just to overhaul the proof to his little brother that Steven Bailey didn't exist beyond Lily's imagination, Brant searched a missing person database. Sometimes it helps to have a father in the force. "Alright, now all we have to do is search under the names Steven and Bailey, and wait for no results to come up." Brant smiled as he clicked enter on the search bar, spun in his father's desk chair and faced Jake. Confidence radiated from his being too far to the point where Jake wanted to sock his older brother in the jaw. The computer signaled that the search was completed. Brant, who was still smug and confident, turned around with a victory speech already forming in his head, as he faced the computer. He was barely looking at the computer screen when he said, "See, I told you nothing would come-" "One result found," Jake said pointing to the computer. "The hell?" Brant wondered, clicking on the search result. Downloaded was a picture of a young male teenager estimated to be 13/14 at the time the photo was taken, which was considerably a long time ago. He had wavy brown hair, green eyes, and a smirk that resembled Brant's. Today he'd be just under 30, and he was still missing. And his name was Steven Michael Bailey. Written just above the picture of the boy was "Have you seen me?" "Lily wasn't lying!" Jake said. "It's probably just some kind of joke." Brant shrugged. "This kid could be anyone!" "He isn't just anyone! He's Steven Bailey! And he's still missing! Which means he got caught by the phone police!" "Just because a name match came up on a missing person database doesn't mean this is the same Steven Bailey Lily made up!" Brant defined. "Think about how many Steven Baileys are out there. Not exactly an uncommon name! Plus it says nothing about this kid being a prank phone caller or abusing his phone privileges or whatever crap Lily was blabbering on about!" "Yeah but the numbers add up." Jake pointed to the computer. "Technically you would have been a baby when Steven went missing. And…the phone number for any sightings or leads on Steven is in our area…" "It's just a coincidence." Brant shrugged. "Until I'm convinced that this Steven Bailey right here," he pointed to the picture on the computer screen, "was a chronic prank phone caller, and until someone can prove he was randomly abducted by some police force that doesn't even exist, I'm not convinced." He crossed his arms over his chest in a "that's that!" type manner. Jake, on the other hand, for him all of this just proved that his brother was burying himself into more trouble than he was realizing.