Hi Everyone, I'm back, I know it's been a while since my last update and I know I said this would be my last chapter well, I decided to write one more, but I am working on the last chapter. I know there have been some issues with FF and notifications I hope the problem gets fixed soon. Thanks again to those for reading, reviewing, favorites, or just reading you are all awesome. And a thank you to my beta reader for your help. Here's my new chapter hope you like it, let me know your thoughts. If I don't hear from you before then, have a Happy Thanksgiving!
A Brother's Revenge Chapter 33
Frank, Chet, and Biff left the Cohen's house shortly after noon. They decided to visit Tony, who was working at the Hardy's new office helping his uncle to put the finishing touches on it, to show him the pictures that Phil's mother had given them. They brought pizza and sodas with them for lunch, hoping that Tony could take a break and eat with them. After eating, the boys sat in the new reception area and looked at Phil's photos while they reminisced about the fun times that they'd had with Phil.
They told Tony about the morning's events. Tony was saddened to hear that the Cohens were moving to Albany to be with Seth's family, but he understood their reasons. He too was grieving the loss of his friends. Frank, Chet, and Biff shared what they had found in Phil's room, including the computer and software that he wanted to go to Frank as well as the pictures. Tony appreciated the idea of Phil being their guardian angel.
"Told you," Biff responded, taking a sip of his soda.
"We all said the same thing because that's the only way to describe the pictures," Chet replied. "Incredible."
Biff caught sight of Frank looking around the reception area before quietly disappearing down the hallway. He had noticed that the elder Hardy sibling had been quiet and withdrawn for the past hour.
"Is Frank alright?" Biff heard Chet ask, drawing his attention away from Frank.
"I noticed Frank was like this a couple of times last night at the picnic," Tony said quietly.
"Yeah, I don't like seeing Frank like this," Chet added softly.
"Me neither." Biff said, keeping his voice low he continued, "Look guys, I've been thinking that maybe Joe has been going through some type of depression of his own, but I don't know. We know that Frank is fighting depression, he's said as much not to mention that he's got a lot going on right now, especially with everything that happened last night. Then we found out that Phil's parents were leaving Bayport. I know that he's still grieving for Phil because we all are. Now with Joe and Callie missing... not to mention being accused of murder, it's a lot."
"How are we going to help get Frank to snap out of it?" Chet asked anxiously.
"Maybe we should call Mr. and Mrs. Hardy. " Tony suggested, "I'm sure they would know what to do."
Biff thought for a moment, and then an idea struck him. "I think I know what to do." He looked back at his two friends, "If it doesn't work then we'll call them." Tony and Chet both agreed as they listened to Biff attentively. "We got to get him thinking about the case to keep his mind distracted away from his depressed thoughts."
"We can do that," Tony said and they got up to find Frank.
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After slipping away from his friends, Frank walked down the hallway past the bathroom and then proceeded down the hall past the large conference room, he moved on down to the offices, and for the first time, he noticed there were five. Five? It was obvious his father would have one, as well as Sam, Joe, and himself. But who was the other office intended for or was Dad going to use it for something else? Why was he being so secretive all of a sudden? He hadn't mentioned Phil's 'HC Cyber Software' project, or the gadgets that he found in the desk drawer either.
Frank checked out all the offices seeing the freshly painted walls to the new office furniture, before returning to the one that was designated as his. He liked the feel of the room. It felt warm and comforting with cream-colored walls and tan carpeting, his eyes shifted to where he had put Phil's computer on the desk in the room next to the window. He leaned against the open doorway with his arms folded across his chest, as his thoughts started to drift away until he heard someone come up beside him followed by Tony's voice asking him, "Frank, is this going to be your office?"
Thankful for his friend distracting his gloomy thoughts, Frank slowly nodded. He stepped back into the hallway to give Tony his attention. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that this one's going to be mine."
"So which office do you think Joe will pick, or has he already picked it?"
"Um," Frank sighed and then pointed and said, "he hasn't picked one yet, but I think he'll take the last room at the end of the hallway."
"Why would he pick that one?"
"Protection. See, Dad chose the first office here, I picked this one not because it's the second one, but because I just like the warm feel of it. Sam chose the office right across from my dad's, which leaves the two offices at the end of the hallway. Joe will probably pick the one on the right because it's closer to mine."
"Oh, I get it," Chet said, coming up to them with Biff at his side. "God forbid if someone were to break in here to harm you in some way, they'd have to go through everyone before they could get to Joe."
"Smart," Biff replied. "That sounds like a Joe thing to do,"
Frank just nodded. "Joe wants to be free and independent, which he should be able to do, however, because of the things that have happened to us because of people trying to get to Dad, there's a part of him that always needs to feel safe and protected. And there's a part of us that will always want to protect him." He stepped into his office and sat on the edge of his desk, the rest of them following and finding a place to sit. "I kinda feel like I failed him in that aspect, maybe if I had done my job and protected him better, he wouldn't be missing, again."
Frank looked up and noticed the looks of concern on his friends' faces. He quickly shook his thoughts out of his head and focused his attention on them. "I'm sorry guys, I guess I spaced out for a moment there."
"Well, you do have a lot on your plate. It might help to talk about it."
"Thanks, Tony," Frank said running a hand through his hair. "There's just so much going on in my head... I don't know where to start." Then he rubbed his chest, "All I can think about is Joe and Callie... We've already lost Phil, and it scares me to think that I might lose them too.
Tony could see that Frank was on the verge of shutting down so he quickly changed the subject. "Biff and Chet told me that you checked out of the hospital against medical advice last night, but are you sure that you're OK? I know that explosion at the pier was crazy and all. My uncle is going to be out of work for a while because of it and I heard that Harry Garrett was among the dead."
"Yes, Harry was killed helping people during the blast, and I wasn't going to stay in the hospital with Joe and Callie missing."
"Do you think it was Henry who gave you that concussion?" Tony asked.
"Yeah."
"What makes you think that?"
Frank quickly filled Tony in on what had happened Friday night and he ended with the hospital robbery last night and Matthews as a possible suspect.
Chet, Biff, and Tony glanced at each other, their plan to help Frank keep his mind focused on the case and not his thoughts was working, they just had to keep going.
"Matthews," Chet repeated her name. "Isn't she the one who botched up taking that bullet out of Joe's leg?"
Frank grumbled at her name. "She was responsible for almost killing Joe by doing that! Karen Marshall is her actual name." His blood started to boil when he thought of the woman, "but she also goes by Nurse Carolyn Matthews. Or perhaps any name she chooses, like Marge Linsky."
"So, you are sure that she was the one to break into the pharmacy and medical supply room?" Chet asked.
"That's right." Frank quickly filled his friends in on the police report from the hospital in Southport New York stating that a woman fitting the same description as Nurse Matthews stealing medication and in connection with the deaths of two men, her step-uncle, Duncan Edwards a brother of her stepfather whom Ryan killed out of revenge for allegedly sexually abusing Matthews when she was a teenager. The other man, Burt Winston, had been the manager of the Bellevue Motel. Both men had been injected with high doses of insulin which had killed them."
Frank looked at Biff, " Biff, you remember it was Winston's body that we found when we were searching for Joe..." His voice trailed off as his mind drifted back to thinking that it was Joe lying under that white sheet. He suddenly felt that familiar ache in his chest. "I know my mysterious back pain from last night had to do with Joe. I can't explain it, but I just know that he's hurt." He turned his head, casting his eyes to the floor.
"Yeah, Frank, I remember the Bellevue trip," Biff said exchanging a quick look with Chet and Tony. Get Frank to focus on the case, Biff reminded himself. He turned back to the older Hardy boy, cleared his throat, and then said, "So, Frank, do you think it was Matthews who broke into the pharmacy and medical supply room?"
When Frank didn't respond Tony leaned forward to nudge his knee. "Frank?"
Frank shook his head upon hearing his name, he looked up at his friends looking at him with concern on their faces once again.
"I'm sorry guys... I'm not thinking clearly." He said as he rubbed his chest.
"It's okay." Chet said, "Do you want us to take you home? Maybe, you can get some rest."
"That's OK, Chet. I'll be fine." Frank replied with a small smile. " I just lost my train of thought."
"You were telling us about the hospital robbery and about that crazy nurse." Biff reiterated.
Frank took a moment to gather his thoughts together and then he told them about the security footage of the hospital robbery with the person that fit the description of Matthews. "We couldn't see her face clearly because she was wearing a surgical mask and she keeps wearing different disguises, but I swear it's her." Frank continued. "Anyway, propofol was among the drugs that were stolen. Which was also the cause of the death of the three college kids that were been found before the explosion at the pier."
"The dead college students?" Biff asked. "I heard about that on the news, but they didn't say much, just that it was under investigation."
Frank quickly explained to his friends about the bodies of the students that had been found in the parking lot. "Bayport PD have reason to believe that the scene may have been staged. Dad said it looked like all three died from a drug overdose with many empty beer bottles lying broken in pieces on the ground, and drug paraphernalia lying both in and outside of the car, but the Chief said that he knew them and they wouldn't have done that."
"Whoa," Chet said, eyes wide.
"Here's an interesting part," Frank continued. He told his friends that Ryan's fingerprints were on both the badge and the mask that he and Callie found earlier that day, ending with, "Ryan Hayden's prints were also found on a lighter with Jack Hayden's name engraved on it and a packet that we now know contained cocaine was also found in the car with the dead college students."
"You're saying that Ryan set all of that up," Chet said processing this information, "to keep your dad and the police distracted from the bombing at the pier so that they were able to have the opportunity to kidnap Joe and Callie?"
"Yes, we believe so, most likely with a little help from his minions."
"So, Ryan was posing as Linsky?" Tony asked.
"That's right."
"I wonder what happened to the real Linsky and his wife?" Tony mused. "Do you think that maybe Hayden killed them and buried their bodies somewhere?"
"It's a possibility," Frank replied.
"Hold on," Biff held up his hand and scrunched up his nose. "You said a lighter was found in the car with Jack Hayden's name engraved on it and Ryan Hayden's fingerprints and a packet containing cocaine?"
"Yeah." Frank nodded.
"But that doesn't make sense! He's been hell-bent on getting revenge against you and Joe for the death of his brother. Why would he go to all that trouble of setting all of that up, with nothing linking back to him, and then he suddenly gets careless by dropping a lighter with his fingerprints and his brother's name on it? I mean that's stupid on his part."
Frank thought about what Biff had pointed out. He ran a hand over his chin and said with a sigh, "You're right. That doesn't make sense, but it does lead back to my theory."
"Which is?" Chet asked.
"On whether it was Henry who murdered Hayden."
"You think he did?" Tony said.
"Yes. He had the motive to do it. We all know he's already proven that he's capable of murder." All three boys instantly thought of Phil and Seth as Frank continued, "Not to mention that Henry has attempted to kill me... twice so far."
Biff argued, "But if the little jerk did kill his father, wouldn't Ryan have known about it?"
"Dad and I brought up the same question to Chief Collig, and we both agree with the Chief's theory that Ryan doesn't know. He doesn't know that Henry killed his father and framed me for the murder. We think that he manipulated his uncle into believing that I murdered his brother. This way Ryan seeks his revenge against me by using Joe. Callie was taken as well because she just happened to get caught up in the chaos. The only thing that I can't see is Henry hurting Joe, at least not intentionally. We all know he's obsessed with him. I know Henry hates me. But I can't see him, letting Ryan hurt Joe." Frank said with a sigh.
The four boys sat in silence for a few moments thinking everything over until Chet said, "Ya know, after all of the years of abuse that Henry endured, it does make sense that he would want to kill his father."
"Who knew Henry would turn out to be a cold-blooded killer." Tony shivered as a chill ran down his spine.
"I just had a horrible thought," Biff said, grimacing.
"What's that?" Frank asked curiously.
"If Ryan is responsible for not only blowing up the pier but also killing two police officers, his parents, as well as for the hospital fire. Just imagine how he's going to react went he finds out it was not you, but Henry, who killed his brother. You can be sure someone's going to get badly hurt or worse killed."
Frank was about to respond to Biff's thought when Chet cut in and said, "All you need now is to prove Henry did it."
"I do have proof," Frank said all three boys looked at him as he pulled the disc he had taken from the safe out of the pocket of his jacket. "I can use Phil's computer to see what's on it and hopefully enhance it."
"That's awesome," Chet said looking at the disc in Frank's hand. "You know it almost feels like Phil is pointing you in the right direction."
"How did you get your hands on that?" Tony asked worriedly.
"Who cares how he got it!" Biff exclaimed. "What's on it is what's important!"
Frank looked at the computer Phil's mother had given him which was sitting on his desk. He said, "I've never used his computer so I need to familiarize myself with everything first."
"Sorry, Frank, I can't help you with that," Chet said regretfully as he shook his head. "Computers are not my forte."
"That goes for me too," Tony added, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean I can use them and do research for school, but that's about it."
Hearing Tony mention school made Frank's heart sink. I'm supposed to be leaving soon for Princeton, but there is no way that I am remotely ready for that. Besides how, how can I even think about that with Joe and Callie missing? God only knows what's happened to them. Both of them will need me once we find them. Princeton will just have to wait, he thought sadly. He shook his dismal thoughts away; this is no time to be thinking of yourself when there are more important things to do. We need to find Joe and Callie. Frank knew what needed to be done; he just hoped his friends would understand. He took a deep breath, and asked, "Would you guys mind if I had a few minutes to myself?"
Biff, Tony, and Chet exchanged hesitant looks with each other. "Guys, I know that you're concerned." Frank said wryly, "But really, I'm fine. I just need some space to think as I work on Phil's computer."
Biff caught on to what Frank was hinting at. In a roundabout way, he was trying to tell them that he was feeling a bit 'crowded' and 'needed a break'. "Alright, I could use a break myself." He stood up placing a hand on Chet's shoulder when he started to protest. "Chet, I think you could use one too. Let's take a quick walk outside. Frank, we'll be back soon."
"Okay." Chet reluctantly agreed, taking the hint. "Holler if you need us."
"I'll be in the reception area looking through Phil's pictures again," Tony said, getting the hint that Frank wanted time for himself.
"Thanks, guys," Frank replied gratefully as the three boys left the room, leaving him with his thoughts.
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Once he was alone, Frank took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down and he felt himself begin to relax. By now it was mid-afternoon, and he needed to get to work because he had a bad feeling that there wasn't much time left. He took out Phil's letters and the instructions for the computer and the program from the metal box and spread them out on the desk. He picked them up and began to read them over several times so he had the password and default code memorized. Memorization was a skill that Fenton had advised both he and Joe to put into practice. Then they were to destroy the contents after they'd memorized it. It was safer and more practical with less risk for someone to hack into your computer and steal information.
A smile slid across his face as he thought of the password and code Phil had come up with. They were both simple and creative. Their meaning behind them described the Hardy Boys to a T. There wasn't a code or password that a Hardy couldn't break unless it was Hardy-proof. Ace of course a term used to describe a detective who is very skilled at their job, like Fenton Hardy. They would of course change them and destroy the paper trail later but for now, he would keep them until Joe had a chance to see everything. He left the phones and the rest of the gadgets in the metal box.
It didn't take him long to have the HC Cyber Software program loaded onto the computer once he got started. It was easy to navigate through it. He was amazed at how advanced everything was. He glanced down at the disc of the surveillance from the shooting range lying on the desk and sighed. He felt guilty about taking it from his father's safe but he was sure that Fenton would understand why he did it. This was his life, after all, and his future was at stake here. Someone had framed him for a crime that he didn't commit and he sure as hell wasn't going to let that person get away with it. He reached over and picked up the disc. This was the moment of truth, the answer to clearing his name was on it. Is my theory correct? Did Henry Jacobs murder Jack Hayden, he thought.
Frank took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He then inserted the disc into the computer and pulled up the footage, Joe was right, he mused. The images were not clear and were grainy. He noticed that the timestamp was marked Wednesday, June 19th, 3:00 p.m.
"That was two days before graduation. The following Monday Jack Hayden was shot and killed where his body was found in a ditch on Shore Road along with my gun. It was the exact place that Henry led me to after the picnic where he hit me over the head, and I blacked out." He muttered under his breath.
Frank began to try to create a timeline of his thoughts and actions. I went to the shooting range because I was feeling angry and frustrated, regarding Daniel Bartend and Henry's disappearances and what happened with Jack Hayden's trial. I know that the judge had no choice but to declare a mistrial for Jack Hayden because the investigation was incomplete. The man was acquitted of the horrific crimes he committed, and multiple counts of abuse, which included me, Joe, and Henry. The man was responsible for Joe's kidnapping at the Morton farm, and for making us believe that he was dead for three days. Then there was Henry Jacobs. Henry is to blame for Phil's death. Phil was supposed to be the valedictorian of our class, but I came in second as the class salutatorian. The valedictorian position was offered to me, but I declined because I felt I did not deserve it because it belonged to Phil. I was upset about that so I went for a run that morning around five to clear my head, but it didn't seem to have any effect so I thought I'd try the idea of going to the shooting range and try to focus my frustrations that way and it did help me feel better.
He turned his attention back to his computer screen. He saw the late Harry Garrett sitting at the front counter. Thinking of Harry saddened him and he couldn't believe that the man was gone. He had been a good man with a good heart. He was always cracking jokes and making everyone laugh yet he was always willing to lend a helping hand to someone in need. He watched the man clean his left ear with a pencil and wipe it on his shirt. Yuck, he thought as he wrinkled his nose in disgust, well there are some things about Harry I won't miss. Then he saw him pick up a soda can and take a large gulp of the drink before putting it back down, wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve, and picking up a magazine. Harry looked at his watch, got on his feet tucked the magazine under his arm, and headed out of the room. Frank started and thought, wait! I remember running into Harry that day. He was leaving just as I was coming into the office. We said hi just before I went inside to find Pete."
Just then Frank got a glimpse of himself on the screen, entering the room wearing a pair of blue jeans and a red long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He watched himself walk up to the counter where he had found Pete cleaning up Harry's trash. After that he watched Pete greet him and then he saw himself signing the logbook after which Pete handed him the gun from the gun case. Then the two headed for the double doors out to the range.
The video then transitioned to the inside of the range and Frank watched himself on the screen as he shot off a few rounds with Pete standing next to him. I remember this part too. He thought I was running late for an appointment with Dr. Reese and Pete said he'd take care of my gun for me. So, I handed it to him and left. That was my mistake, I should have made sure the gun was properly logged back in.
Frank watched the screen closely as he handed the gun to Pete and then left the room. That's when he noticed the two young men coming out of the locker room in a heated argument then at one point one of the men whirled around and raised his fist at the other guy. He saw Pete, react to the commotion put the gun on the counter, and go over to stop the fighting. That's why Pete lost my gun, he was distracted by the two men fighting. Frank concluded. Then his eyes went back to his gun on the counter.
He let out a gasp when he saw a dark-haired figure walk into the room. He was wearing the same clothes that Frank had worn. The guy did resemble me, Frank admitted to himself. He watched carefully, as the dark-haired figure, who had his face turned away from the camera, glanced around and then took the gun from the counter, and rushed out of the room.
"What in the hell?" Frank muttered under his breath. He couldn't take his eyes off the screen. There's got to be a way to make this image clearer, he thought, but before he could do anything, he heard a soft knock on the door and he looked up to see Vanessa Bender standing in the doorway.
"Vanessa?" He said, quickly getting to his feet, surprised by her presence.
"Hi, Frank. I'm sorry to just barge in on you like this." Vanessa apologized. "Biff said you were in here and it was OK to come back."
"No, it's okay, please come in," Frank said, beckoning her to enter his office.
"Thanks," Vanessa said softly as she sat down sniffing and wiping a tear from her cheek.
"Are you okay?" He asked in concern as he sat back down.
"I'm okay, I guess. The doctor told me to take it easy for a few days because of the bump on the back of my head. My mom left to go to New York early this morning for work. She didn't want to at first, because she didn't want to leave me home alone, but I told her I'd be fine; besides it was important for her to go because her boss had to take a leave of absence for personal family reasons, and she agreed to help pick up some of the slack at the office."
"Yeah, I know," Frank said with a sigh. "The Cohens are in the process of moving to be with family. The whole family is just devastated after losing Phil and Seth."
"I can imagine." Vanessa nodded. "I feel so bad for them. I wish I had had the chance to get to know Phil and Seth. From what everyone has said they seemed really nice and good friends to have."
"They were. I still can't believe that they're gone." Frank said sadly, then he shook the sorrowful thoughts away and asked her, "I'm sorry, Vanessa you came to see me about something."
Vanessa took a deep breath and said, "I was going stir crazy sitting at home worrying about Joe and Callie..." Her voice cracked and she started to tear up again. "So, I got into my Jeep and decided to come to see you, to see if you or your father had found out anything. I saw your van parked outside so I hoped that I would catch you here. Is there any news on Joe and Callie? Anything you can tell me at all?"
"On their whereabouts, no, as far as I know, we have nothing. However, my father and the police are working on a few leads that they are hoping will lead us to them." Frank said clearing his throat, "Vanessa, do you remember what happened to you last Friday at the fireworks show? Can you tell me?"
Vanessa nodded. "I remember Trevor surprising us during the fireworks. He had run away from his parents to watch the fireworks with Joe. Joe scolded him on the dangers of being by himself in the crowd. We were getting ready to leave to find his parents and return him to them, when Callie came running up to us on the boardwalk, in a panic and near tears. She told us about your encounter with Henry and how you had chased him into the woods. Joe immediately wanted to search for you because he didn't want you to confront Henry alone. He felt in his heart that something bad had happened to you." She paused and looked down at the blue tank top she had on. This shade of blue was quickly becoming her new favorite color because it was almost the same shade of blue that was Joe's eyes. Oh, Joe, she thought and she prayed that she would see him again and that he would be alright.
"Vanessa, did Callie go with Joe to look for me?" Frank asked, breaking into her thoughts.
Vanessa looked back up at Frank and replied with tears in her eyes, "Yes, she did leave. Joe wanted Callie and I to take Trevor back to his parents where we would all be safe. He was worried that if anything bad happened to her, you would never forgive him. Callie insisted on going with him, and they argued. Joe gave in and agreed to let Callie go with him. We decided that I would take Trevor to his parents and call your dad to let him know what was going on."
Frank wished that Callie had listened to Joe, but he understood her stubbornness. He knew that he probably would have done the same thing. It was already difficult enough with Joe in danger, but now with Callie too, he couldn't bear the thought of losing them both. Frank was lost in his thoughts, staring down at his desk while Vanessa continued telling her story.
She sniffed back tears again, then said, "I watched the two of them head down the boardwalk towards the woods as the fireworks were going off... the next thing I knew there was an explosion, I was hit on the back of the head while I tried to shield Trevor with my body to protect him from getting hurt. I must have blacked out after that because I remember waking up in the hospital the next morning. Do you know how he is? I hope he wasn't badly hurt?"
"According to what Mom told me, Trevor only sustained minor scratches and bruises," Frank answered. "However, he was upset over the explosion and what happened to all of you."
"Oh, The poor little guy," Vanessa said. "It must have been awful for him."
"Yeah, I think it was." Frank sighed, "He says Joe and Callie were taken by 'two smokey monsters' and put in the back of a dark van. According to Trevor's vague descriptions, one of them was big like his daddy but scary." Frank then went on to tell her about the hospital robbery and Matthews as a possible suspect.
Vanessa's blood boiled at hearing that the woman who removed the bullet from Joe's leg and nearly killed him was the same woman suspected in the hospital robbery. Oh, how she'd love to get her hands on that woman for hurting Joe! She grew concerned when Frank suddenly went quiet casting his eyes down at his desk and looking to be lost in his thoughts while rubbing at his chest. She could almost see the wheels turning in his head. It was almost as if he was on the verge of saying something but wasn't sure how to say it.
Finally, Frank broke his silence. He looked up at Vanessa and asked, "How was he? How was he before all the chaos? You agreed to a plan with Chet, Tony, and Biff to continue the date with Joe so Biff could talk to me about something going on with Joe. You had asked him to take you to a spot on the boardwalk to watch the fireworks show." He huffed, mentally berating himself for rambling. "How was Joe after you left the picnic area?"
Vanessa looked up to see him looking at her expectantly. She took a deep breath and said, "Not good." Frank clenched his jaw in his response. "Joe had another panic attack and ended up throwing both of our phones in the bay when I tried to call for help."
"Now I know why our moms couldn't get a hold of you guys," Frank said.
Vanessa continued, "He was standing next to the railing, and his eyes were focused on the water below him. It was almost as if he was thinking about jumping off..."
"Oh, Joe, not again." Frank gasped, cutting her off. He began breathing heavily and rubbing his chest. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down. Once he had calmed and his breathing was back under control he leaned forward, giving Vanessa his full attention once more.
"Again?" Vanessa repeated as she sat on the edge of her chair.
"That's right, earlier Joe tried to jump off the pier. It was right after he stormed off after that fight with my dad," Frank replied. "Biff went after him and found him on the railing and thankfully he managed to talk him down. Dad was there too; he went looking for Joe to apologize and try to work things out with him. He happened to come upon them just as Biff was talking Joe down off the railing. We have a plan to get Joe some help, so hopefully, we will find him in time, before it's too late."
Vanessa said, her voice thick with emotion, "So, I was right? I mean, I didn't exactly know what Biff's big secret was, or why Joe was acting the way he was, but I figured it out and I was praying I was wrong."
Frank was hesitant to ask the next question, but he had to know so he braced himself for what he was about to hear about his brother. "Will you tell me what happened?"
"I knew that your brother wasn't fine. He was becoming erratic and unpredictable again." Vanessa said, wiping the tears from her face. "He looked as if he was in some sort of trance. I reached out to touch his arm to get his attention and I startled him badly. He shouted for me not to touch him and he jerked away. I managed to calm him down and get him away from the railing. He was upset about hurting the people that he loves and cares about, especially you Frank. Then he brought up Iola Morton."
"He did?" Frank's face paled at the mention of her name.
Vanessa sighed, "Frank, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I know that Iola is a sensitive topic for a lot of people, especially for Joe and Chet, and by your reaction, I guess it is for you as well. "
"It is difficult to talk about." Frank said with a sigh, "Look, I know Callie told you some things about Joe and Iola. However, there are things that she doesn't know, because I never told her. They're not my secrets to tell, they belong to Joe and Iola."
"What Callie told me was that they were high school sweethearts who'd had a rocky relationship and that Iola died tragically. I know she didn't mean to tell me, it just sort of slipped out. Callie was just upset and worried that you were getting stressed out because of Joe's behavior at the pier. She didn't want you to end up back in the hospital. I don't think she meant to take her anger out on Joe for Iola's death. It was just her way of pushing away her grief and not realizing that was what she had been doing."
"Callie told me that too. I know she didn't mean to, and I know she cares about my brother and wants to work things out with him. She's worried about how Joe will react to her telling you."
"How do you think he'll react?"
"He will probably be angry for a while, but I think that he will come around in time. Joe does care about Callie so I think he will try to make things right with her too. I just hope we find them in time." Frank cleared his throat and moved on. "Callie also told me that you researched Iola's death online."
"I did, I kept hearing rumors and I wanted to find out the facts of what happened, so I looked." Vanessa said with a shrug, "It was an awful thing that happened. I told Joe how sorry I was and that I understood that she was his first love and that he cared deeply for her. I also told him that I respect their relationship and would never try to take her place."
"Thank you for that," Frank said. "What exactly did Joe tell you about Iola?"
"That they made the mistake of rushing into an intimate relationship and that was two weeks before she was killed, which was part of why they had been fighting a lot," Vanessa answered. As she spoke, she noticed that Frank was staring at her intently, as if he was trying to process her words. She went on to tell him what Joe had told her about how Iola's death had changed his life and that he had said that he was a mess, waking up in the middle of the night with nightmares of the explosion with seeing Iola die although sometimes it was Frank who died. "Joe told me that's why he's been so clingy with you and why he used to sabotage your dates with Callie. I think he's afraid that you'll die if you're not with him."
"I could see Joe doing that, especially since he has been, to use your words, clingy. Callie would get angry when I broke our dates because I thought that he needed me. She accused me of letting him take advantage of me because he knew I would always clean up his mess," Frank said choking up as he spoke. Vanessa felt fortunate that he was willing to open up to her like this.
Frank continued wiping his face, "Callie was right in a way. I did let Joe get away with it, but Joe is also correct when he tells you that Iola's death changed his world. It changed mine too. Her murder made me realize just how dark and dangerous our world could be because they were targeting Joe and me. Not only was Iola my brother's girlfriend, but she was also my friend too. We spent some amazing summers at the Morton family's home. I don't talk about it much, because I've been so focused on Joe, but..." Frank's voice trailed off as he let out a deep sigh, rubbing his chest as he felt that familiar ache.
"Frank, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Vanessa said softly, she didn't want to push him if he wasn't ready to talk about it.
Frank didn't know why he was pouring his heart out to Vanessa like this, but for some reason, he felt comfortable around her. Maybe it was the fact, that in her own way, Vanessa reminded him of Callie and he was missing her deeply. Frank sighed, looked up, and finally answered, "No, it's okay I can talk about it. I was there when Iola died. It took everything I had to keep Joe from running right into the inferno of what was our car. The heat from the flames was so intense that it scorched my throat as Joe pulled us both toward the car in a desperate attempt to save Iola. I knew that there was no way anyone could've survived an explosion like that. After the funeral, Joe became an empty shell completely shutting us out. Time went on and it seemed that he began to emerge from his shell. We thought that things were getting better but it seemed that Joe developed a 'death wish', because quite often he will rush into a situation without thinking of either his safety or mine."
Frank's words hit her with a jolt, Vanessa shook her head and said, "Joe mentioned that to me when we were alone here when he was acting all crazy. After I slapped him for kissing me, I asked him why he did it. He said that he's always been a spontaneous person...a risk-taker. He kissed me on a whim because he likes me and he felt like it, knowing the risk of getting slapped. He said that it's the way he tends to do things and that you yell at him all the time for being too reckless."
"I do. However, most of the time he doesn't listen to me and he complains that I'm boring him with my lectures. But I call him out on a lot of things and I try to pull him back when he starts to drift too far...that's part of why I'm so protective of him, because I'm afraid that one day he will push the envelope too far and..." Frank's voice trailed off. He quickly changed the subject. "I know one of the reasons Joe and my dad are fighting is because they both have different views on our justice system. When Joe and I decided that we wanted to go into the family business Dad established a rule that he pretty much set in stone. Justice has to be fought in a court of law, not by someone taking the law into their own hands. I agree with Dad on that to a certain extent. Now granted, the justice system isn't perfect and it's not all black and white like some people believe it should be. Sometimes you hit a gray area where the decision of right or wrong comes into play. Whatever that decision turns out to be, it could alter the lives of everyone involved."
"Yes, a person has every right to defend themselves if they were faced with a life-or-death situation. The grey area is what Joe sees because of what happened to Iola. He believes that it was unjustified, the man responsible for her death is dead, but there are people just like him still out there terrorizing the world. Joe believes that fighting for justice means that sometimes you must cross that grey line to protect the ones you love and I agree with Joe to a certain extent. Nevertheless, I can't allow anyone to take the law into their own hands because then everything that Dad has taught us about justice would be for naught. Any credibility that we would have would go out the window, we need to remain the good guys and uphold the law."
Frank glanced down at his computer screen which showed the surveillance footage of the dark-haired figure from the shooting range. "What the heck am I doing?" He sat up quickly, forcing his thoughts away. "I can't be sitting here rambling on and on like this. I've got work to do. I have to enhance this footage so I can ID this guy."
"I'm pretty good with computers." Vanessa offered, "I can try to help if you want?"
"Really?" Frank asked. "You like computers?"
"Oh yes." Vanessa laughed. "I'm a complete nerd when it comes to computers and technology. Mom has been teaching me about programming and I'm planning on becoming a computer analyst just like her."
Frank considered her offer for a moment. It was unusual to find someone who shared his interest in computer programming and other technologies. Phil Cohen had generally been the only person he went to for help in that area. He chuckled lightly. "I tried to teach Joe about computer programming once, but he lost interest after about ten minutes. He said that it was boring and called me a 'nerdy neat freak.' Frank shrugged his shoulders. "But that's just the way I am, I like facts and logic, to think and plan things out before following through. I have to keep my things neat and organized or I go crazy. I don't mind him teasing me about it; I see it more as a compliment than an insult. I'd give anything to hear Joe tease me, right about now." He said wistfully.
"I take it Joe is the opposite," Vanessa said softly.
"Oh, yes. We call him Hurricane Joe. You should see the disaster of the room he lives in." Frank said fondly. "Joe refers to it as "creatively organized," He claims that he knows exactly where everything is, and surprisingly, he does."
"I'm surprised that your mom lets him get away with that."
"It's an ongoing battle between them. Mom usually wins when she threatens to clean his room herself. That usually gets him motivated to straighten it up because Mom knows how much he hates it when she starts cleaning because she will throw anything away that she thinks is trash."
"Well, I guess you and I have another thing in common then, besides computers and how much we both care about Joe," Vanessa commented.
Frank raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah, what's that?" He asked curiously.
"I'm a neat freak myself. I'm a bit OCD when it comes to organizing. I have to, or else I find that I can't function."
The more Frank learned about Vanessa the more he became comfortable with her and he could see why his little brother liked her so much. It was hard not to like her. He especially liked how she had helped calm Joe down from a panic attack during the picnic. He could see Vanessa being the one for Joe. "Vanessa, if you can help Joe keep neat and organized, I guarantee you'll become my mom's best friend. Mine too."
Vanessa replied with a grin. "If things go well, I was thinking more along the lines of us becoming in-laws... someday, but I like the idea of us being friends."
"You really like Joe, don't you?" Frank asked.
"I do very much." Vanessa nodded. "I know I'm being forward here. And I know that Joe and I just started dating... but I'm falling in love with him Frank and I could see a future with him. Joe and I have both agreed not to rush into anything. We want to get to know each other better and to establish a solid base for our relationship before we do anything."
"I'm glad, that's good to hear," Frank said relieved. "Joe needs to learn how to slow down a bit."
Vanessa continued, "I've never felt this way about someone like I do with Joe. My father left us when I was three, and I haven't seen him since. Because of that, I've had a horrible time trusting men, but with Joe it's different. There's just something about him... I can't explain I just want to be with him. I want to help you find him and Callie in any way that I can, so please let me help."
Frank rubbed his chest again, thinking of his younger brother and Callie. Then he glanced up at Vanessa who was looking at him and waiting patiently for his answer. He finally said, "Okay, Vanessa, thank you. Let's hope that it will lead to us clearing my name and finding Joe and Callie."
Vanessa got up and sat by Frank's side. Frank replayed the surveillance footage of the shooting range. He explained what was going on in the footage as she watched as he pointed out himself with Pete McNeely the manager of the shooting range. He showed her the part where he had signed the logbook and Pete handed him the gun from the gun case. Then the two headed for the double doors out to the range. She watched Frank shoot off a few rounds with his gun as Pete stood next to him. Then when Frank had finished the two came back to the room and up to the counter. She watched the screen closely as Frank handed the gun to Pete and then left the room after signing out of the log.
Frank explained, "I was running late for an appointment. Pete said that he'd take care of my gun for me. So, I just handed it to him and then left. Turns out that was a big mistake and I should have known better." He was still inwardly kicking himself for that.
Vanessa was shocked seeing the footage of two young men fighting outside the locker room. She saw Pete place the gun on the counter to go over to break up the fight and then she noticed a dark-haired figure wearing the same clothes as Frank. The figure took the gun from the counter and then rushed out of the room.
"Pete's mistake was careless. He should have been fired, why wasn't he? As a former police officer, he should have known better," Vanessa commented.
"I know it wasn't intentional," Frank sighed. "Pete's a good man and friend. He was one hell of a cop, a few years ago, he was shot while out on patrol during a routine stop." He heard Vanessa gasp as he went on, "Pete almost died... Thankfully he survived, however, he ended up losing his leg. That meant that Pete had to quit the force, which left him struggling both medically and financially. Chief Collig gave Pete a recommendation for the management position on the shooting range to help support his family. Dad and I both forgave Pete for the incident because it was also my fault because I didn't stay to see that the gun had been put away properly. Dad is going to see to it that Pete keeps his job."
"I can't fault him for that," Vanessa said, "To have a father who cares about his family, is something. Your dad is something too. I mean to be able to forgive a man for such a careless mistake which got, you, his son into all this trouble, not only that but to help him keep his job. That is truly remarkable. It says a lot about your father's character, and it says a lot about you too, he's raised you to be a good man. I just wish I could say the same about my father ..." Her voice trailed off.
"Let's get back to the footage, shall we?" Frank said changing the subject, noting that Vanessa was starting to get upset.
"Yes, please." Vanessa nodded and smiled for the distraction and turned her attention back to the footage.
Frank played the footage back again and hit pause when it landed on the dark-haired figure whose face was turned away from the camera. "There has got to be a way to make this image clearer."
"You could try to adjust the video playback settings on your computer," Vanessa suggested as she focused back on the task at hand.
"That's a good idea." Frank did as she instructed. Once he found the video playback settings, he adjusted everything from brightness, contrast, saturation, hue, and so forth until the footage got a little clearer. They could make out the dark-haired figure's blue jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt with sleeves pulled up to his elbows. The most frustrating part, however, the man's face was still turned away from the camera.
"Damn it, we still can't see his face!" Frank cried in frustration.
Vanessa studied the footage a little more then suddenly something caught her eye. "Wait! Maybe you can?"
"What do you mean?" Frank asked hurriedly.
"He's looking away from the camera, but, if you look here on the glass of the gun cabinet," Vanessa pointed to the computer screen, "Doesn't that look like a person's reflection?"
Frank followed her finger pointing at the glass of a gun cabinet behind the counter. It was still a bit blurry, but he saw it as a reflection of a face in the glass. "You're right, Vanessa."
"Can I see if I can get it more into focus?" Vanessa offered.
"Okay," Frank agreed. He sat back to let Vanessa make her adjustments. Soon the blurry reflection of the dark-haired figure's face came into view, it was clear enough for Frank to make out the face. "Oh shit," He cursed. He blinked a few times, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw him.
Vanessa noted a flash of anger ignite in Frank's eyes. She looked back at the face on the computer screen. "Do you know who that is?" She asked.
"Yes, I do," Frank growled.
"Well?" She questioned.
"That, Vanessa, is Henry Jacobs."
"That's the kid who's obsessed with Joe, right?"
"Yes, the one and only. We know that he killed Phil and Seth and he's tried to kill me twice, and now it looks like he framed me for the murder of his father, as well." Rage began coursing through Frank's body, thinking of everything that Henry had done.
A few minutes later, Vanessa was sitting on the edge of the desk watching Frank pace the floor, anger radiating from him as he thought about Henry Jacobs. He had called Biff, Chet, and Tony back into the office and he had asked each of them to take a look at the face on the computer screen to confirm his suspicion.
"That jerk! He still has to pay for what he did to Phil and Seth!" Biff exploded in anger when he saw Henry's face on the computer screen.
"I can't believe this!" Tony shouted, cursing in Italian.
"This confirms it," Chet growled. "Henry did kill Hayden and he framed you for it."
"Yep." Frank fumed as he paced. He was trying hard to calm down but was consumed with rage over everything that Henry had done.
"Shouldn't you call your dad now that you have the proof, Frank?" Chet asked. "This should put you in the clear."
"No, the first thing Frank needs to do is try to calm down," Vanessa said, her voice firm as she made a copy of the enhanced footage to give to the police.
"You're right I need to calm down and think. " Frank stopped pacing and took a couple of deep breaths. His anger was still simmering but he forced himself to remain calm. He turned around to answer Chet, "I..." his phone started buzzing. "That's probably my dad now." He said as he checked his phone, frowning when he didn't recognize the number.
He got a bad feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, and he immediately answered it, putting it on speaker and motioning to the others to remain quiet. "Hello?"
"Frank Hardy?" A familiar, grim voice came on the line.
Frank knew that he should know that voice, but his mind went blank. Numbly he asked, "Who is this?"
"Here's a hint, you killed my brother!" The voice said harshly.
Frank's heart almost stopped as the identity of the gruff voice clicked into place, "Ryan...Ryan Hayden!"
Biff, Tony, Chet, and Vanessa immediately looked at Frank in shock. Biff started to approach Frank until Frank held up his hand to stop him in his tracks.
"Ding! Ding! That's correct!" Ryan laughed. "You have won the grand prize!"
"Cut the crap, Ryan! I know you have them," Frank cut in, and then he demanded. "Where are they? What have you done to Joe and Callie!"
"Awww, Frankie, don't you want your prize?" Ryan pouted over the phone, "Or should I say, prizes namely, your brother and fiancé." He added overemphasizing the last words.
"I swear," Frank hissed gripping the phone until his knuckles turned white, "if you've hurt them, I will tear you apart! And… "
"Too late, I already have," Ryan said mockingly, "However, they are alive but whether they stay that way all depends on you. We're going to play a new game, Frank. It's called, who do you love more? It's going to be so much fun." The chilling words ran down Frank's spine. He began rubbing his chest feeling that familiar ache, he knew Joe was badly hurt in some way, he could feel it. And Callie...horrible thoughts began playing in his head of possible things that son of a bitch could've done to her.
Frank opened his mouth to respond but Ryan cut in, picking up where he left off, "But first, get to the place on Shore Road where you murdered my brother. You have one hour. Don't tell anyone because if I see your father or a single cop anywhere near there your brother and fiancé will wish that they had never been born!"
"Fine," Frank said, "but I don't trust you and I want proof that they're alive, let me speak to them." He anxiously waited for a response, then his heart sank as he realized that Ryan had hung up.
"Ryan?"
"Ryan!"
"Shit! He hung up!" Frank cried, looking frantically at Biff, Tony, Chet, and Vanessa. Suddenly, his phone started buzzing again, and he looked at it as several photos started to come through. He quickly began scrolling through them and gasped in horror. "Oh God, no!" His face went from already pale to a ghostly white. He continued staring at his phone, complete and utter fear in his eyes and his hands shaking like a leaf. "NOOO!"
Biff quickly took the phone from his hand while Tony and Chet looked over Biff's shoulder. Their hearts sank when they saw a photo of Joe lying unconscious in a fetal position on the dirty floor of what looked like a cellar or basement. He was only clad in his shorts and they could see that he was sporting a split lip, and his eye was swollen shut. He had bruising up and down his torso, and in another photo, they could see deep lacerations on Joe's back. Biff continued scrolling and his rage grew when he saw Ryan sitting on a bed with Callie tied to the bedpost, posing while he had a smirk on his face. Callie looked to be in better shape than Joe, but she had a terrified look in her eyes which was explained by the bomb vest strapped to her. All three were furious at what they saw and they all wanted Ryan to pay for what he was doing to their friends.
Seeing that Vanessa hadn't seen the photos yet, Biff handed the phone to her so that she could see as well, and soon she had tears of rage rolling down her face. Once she was done looking at the photos she thought, Poor Callie, how could someone do that to her new friend...and Joe! Seeing him hurt like that tore her up inside. She wiped her eyes and tried to get herself under control. As she looked up she saw Frank running out of the room with Biff, Tony, and Chet right behind him. "Frank!" She called, wondering where they were going. She ran after them and made her way to the parking lot just in time to see Frank sending a powerful kick to the passenger side door of his van, denting it.
"Frank, calm down!" She heard Biff say as she stood with her mouth open in shock. He didn't even flinch from the impact, it was as if he was a machine, and his foot was made of steel. I guess Joe isn't the only one with a temper, she thought. She thought had seen Frank's temper when she and Joe had arrived late at the picnic. But seeing Frank explode like this shocked her because Frank looked like he was ready to kill someone. She glanced over at Biff, Tony, and Chet. They all looked concerned, but they didn't seem fazed by Frank's outburst. She turned to Chet who was the closest to her. "Is Frank always like this?"
"You could say that," Chet answered. "He is normally calm and collected, but if someone close to him, like Joe and Callie, is hurt by someone else then you better watch out."
"I've taken self-defense classes before but I've never seen anything like this. H-how did Frank, I mean, how did he do that?" Vanessa still couldn't believe what she had seen Frank do.
"Frank is highly trained in martial arts." Tony added he came up to them when he saw the shocked look on Vanessa's face, "He's got a black belt to prove it."
Frank turned to face his friends, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides with his breathing heavy and ragged. Vanessa was concerned when she saw the fierce look in Frank's normally gentle brown eyes. "I'm going to kill him!" He exclaimed as he ran around the driver's side of his van. He threw open the door and started to get in until Biff grabbed the door and closed it before he could get in.
"Biff, what are you doing? I have to meet up with Ryan!"
"Not like this, Frank," Biff replied, as he let out a deep breath and calmly said, "You need to calm down first. I know you're upset, believe me... I want to rip the man's throat out, too. But it's not going to help Joe and Callie if you go in without a plan. Besides, this isn't you. You're better than this, you're better than Ryan. The Frank Hardy we know and love would stay calm and think things through. That's the Frank we need right now to help get them back."
Frank took a deep breath, he raked a hand through his hair as he calmed himself and replied, "You're right, Biff. I'm sorry. I'm just going crazy thinking of Joe and Callie." He closed his eyes and took a couple more breaths. Then a thought just hit him. He opened his eyes and looked at Biff. "He's still here."
"What?" Biff asked looking at Frank, blinking.
"He wants me to meet him at Shore Road in less than an hour. That means that Ryan's still here. That means he must have Joe and Callie somewhere here in Bayport. Biff, what time is it?"
"It's about 2:30," Biff answered looking at his watch. "Why?"
Instead of answering his friend, Frank turned to Vanessa and asked, "Do you still have my phone?"
"Yes, I do." She confirmed holding up his phone.
"The photos are still on it?"
"Yes," she said grimly looking at the photo that was displayed. " I'm assuming he took them recently because you asked for proof."
"Did he happen to leave the timestamp on it somewhere by chance?" Frank asked as he went over to her.
"Yes, he did. It was taken like 15 minutes ago." Vanessa replied. She handed Frank his phone.
Frank looked at the photo of Callie and Ryan on his phone. He noted the metadata as he looked up at Vanessa and they both grinned at each other. Vanessa exclaimed, "We can find the actual location of where Joe and Callie are being held because he forgot to delete that!"
Frank ran back into the office with Vanessa right behind him and Biff, Chet, and Tony following closely. The boys were excited to see Frank back in his element doing what he did best and they couldn't wait to see him about to work his magic. They entered the office to see Frank at his computer with Vanessa next to him leaning over his shoulder and looking at the screen. "Transfer the picture to your computer. Right-click on the picture and select the properties." She said pointing to the screen, "Switch to Details Tab. There we should be able to see the GPS and can look it up..."
Frank nodded following her instructions and then inputting the coordinates into the computer. "Got it! Wait, a minute?" He looked questionably at a red arrow pointing to the location he was seeing.
"What?!" Chet exclaimed. "Did you find it?"
"It looks like the photos were taken near a wooded area just a couple miles from the pier," Frank said.
"Are you kidding me!" Biff said in disbelief. "You mean they've been under our noses this whole time?"
"What do we do now?" Tony asked anxiously.
"What do you mean, what do we do?" Biff repeated. "We know their actual location; We call Mr. Hardy and the police and then we go and get Joe and Callie."
"We can't," Frank said shaking his head.
"Was there a reason that Ryan included his location data in the metadata?" Vanessa asked. "That's not exactly smart."
"That may be true," Frank said. "But we shouldn't forget that Ryan is also extremely dangerous and he has a track record of causing explosions." Everyone nodded in agreement, Frank continued, "The fact that he's got Callie strapped to a bomb pretty much says it all and we don't know how many more he has and has set. We've got to be extremely careful about this because we don't want to set him off."
"So, what do you suggest that we do?" Vanessa asked.
Frank looked at his phone and the photo of Callie. The terror in her eyes ripped at his heart. I'm so sorry, Callie, I love you, sweetheart, hang on for me, he thought. Then he scrolled to the photo of Joe. He started rubbing his aching chest while he looked at the image of his bruised and battered little brother. He sent out a silent plea, hold on, for me little brother, I'm coming to get you both.
"Frank?" He heard Vanessa say.
"This is what we're going to do," he said decisively. "I'm going to meet Ryan on Shore Road like he said. Vanessa you, should stay here or go home..."
"No. I'm going with you." Vanessa insisted stubbornly.
"No, you're not. it's too dangerous." Frank argued. "If something were to happen to you, it would destroy Joe. I can't...he can't..."
"Frank, I understand what you are trying to say, but I'm not a weakling, and I can take care of myself." Vanessa countered. "Besides you can't go by yourself. I can help. Please let me help Joe, I love him and don't want to lose him."
"I'm going too," Biff interjected before Frank could argue. "You're going to need the muscle and I can hide in the back of the van. You know I'm right. Chet and Tony can notify the Chief and your dad."
Frank pursed his lips together as he thought about this, he didn't have time to waste. Finally, it was settled Frank would meet with Ryan. Vanessa and Biff would follow Frank a few distances away as he meets up with Ryan. Frank advised them not to follow him in Vanessa's Jeep, fearing it would draw attention to themselves, so Tony offered to lend them his black car. Then follow them to the location where Joe and Callie are being held. Tony and Chet were going to wait 30 minutes and then tell Fenton and the Chief and give them the location.