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“Oh, sure,” the man replied. “Fact is, he sold it to me. I figured once I fixed up that rear end, I could make a nice profit. I didn’t know it wasn’t his to sell. His paperwork all seemed to be correct.”

“Have you cleaned it out yet?” Frank asked.

“No, he left it pretty clean, so I didn’t see the need to hurry up and clean it right away,” Jason said, to Frank’s delight.

“Do you mind if we look over it?”

“Not at all,” the man replied. “It’s out back.” He handed Frank a set of keys.

Frank and Brandi headed out to the back of the building. Frank spotted the car instantly. They quickly approached it and Frank unlocked the doors. “Look for anything at all,” he instructed. “Be careful not to ruin any fingerprints.” Brandi acknowledged his warning and they began to search the car. After several minutes of searching, Frank said, “It looks like they cleaned this out pretty thoroughly.”

“Except this,” Brandi announce triumphantly. She held up a plastic zippered sandwich bag. Frank could see a handkerchief inside.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked eagerly.

“I bet it is,” she replied.

“Wonderful,” Frank said. They quickly finished searching the car. They found nothing else except a few candy wrappers underneath the seats. Frank wrote down the Vehicle Identification Number and they returned the keys to Jason. “What did the seller of this car look like?” Frank asked him.

Jason perfectly described Edward Sexton. “That’s the guy we’re looking for,” Frank said. “Did he say anything that would give you an idea of where he might be?”

“Not a thing,” Jason said.

“Well, if you hear or remember anything more, give us a call.” Frank handed him his card and thanked him. As the two siblings returned to their car, Frank said, “Well, we found what we were looking for. Let’s get this handkerchief over to the hospital and see if they can manufacture an antidote from it.” Frank called the hospital to see if there had been any change in Joe’s condition.

“It looks like he has taken a turn for the worst,” the doctor said. “If we don’t find an antidote immediately, I’m afraid he won’t last much longer.”

“I think we found the substance,” Frank said. “We’ll be over with it as soon as possible.” He ended the call and started the car. He flipped one of the many switches on the dash. After a second’s delay a siren wailed and a flashing light appeared on the top of the car. He threw the car in gear and floored the accelerator. The tires squealed and the car shot forward, throwing the Hardys’ backwards in their seats.

“Okay,” Brandi said as she looked at Frank, “explain the siren. I know that it is illegal to use a siren and light bar unless you are a cop or something. I am also pretty sure that you are not a cop.”

Frank grinned. “It’s simple,” he explained. “The Network arranged for me and Joe to be made special deputies of the New York Highway Patrol so that we could legally use the siren and lights.”

“I see,” Brandi said.

Mere minutes later, Frank pulled up to the front of the hospital. He ran inside with Brandi hot on his heels. He gave the bag with the handkerchief in it to the doctor in charge of Joe’s case. He quickly ran off with it to the lab to have it evaluated. Frank and Brandi waited impatiently in the waiting room.

As the siblings waited impatiently, Frank called Agent Johnson and told her about Sexton’s car. She agreed to send a team over to search the car more thoroughly. He also went out to the car and used the onboard computer to look up the VIN that he had written down Sexton’s car. Just as he had half expected, the car had belonged to George Matson, Brandi’s “grandfather.”

Returning to the waiting room, Frank called Arthur Gray to update him on what they had found out. After the Gray Man had greeted Frank, Frank told him that they had found the handkerchief.

“I know,” Arthur Gray replied.

Not very surprised, Frank replied, “Oh?”

“I don’t trust those fools at the hospital,” the secret agent said. “I had one of our own chemists infiltrate the hospital lab. It should speed the process up.”

“I see,” Frank replied.

“You don’t sound surprised.”

It was a statement, not a question, but Frank answered anyway. “I have experienced too much from you to be surprised with much anymore,” he said.

“Am I not exciting enough for you, Franklin?”

Frank quickly answered, “No, no, you’re plenty exciting.” He ended the call and told Brandi what the Gray Man had said.

“I just thought of something,” Brandi said. “Have you told Mom and Dad about Joe yet?” She smiled. “That sounded weird. That’s the first time I’ve called anyone that.”

“Oh no!” Frank exclaimed. “In all the excitement, I forgot to call them.” He quickly pulled out his cell phone and called their dad. After he had explained the reason for his call, he convinced Mr. Hardy to not get Jack to fly him out immediately. “I’ll call you if something happens,” Frank promised. He ended the call and said to Brandi, “Well, that’s over. Thanks for reminding me, sis.” He smiled. “And that’s the first time I’ve ever called anyone that.” Brandi beamed when he said that. They sat down and waited for news about Joe.

Thirty minutes later the doctor returned. “I’m afraid I have some bad news,” he told them.

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