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After this, the Hardy’s spent almost an hour questioning Brandi in detail and writing down her answers. At the end of that time, Frank closed the notebook. “I think we have enough for now,” he said. “At the very least we have something to give the FBI. They can storm the house in Los Angeles, although I doubt there is anybody left there, and they can start looking for Sexton.”

“Sounds like a good start,” Joe agreed.

Frank picked up the phone and called Agent Anita Johnson. Agent Johnson was an FBI agent that Joe and Frank had worked with on previous cases. Frank explained the whole situation to her. Although it took some convincing, Agent Johnson agreed to send a team into the house where Brandi had grown up and also put out and alert for Edward Sexton.

“So what do we do now?” Joe asked after Frank had hung up the phone. “Wait for her to call back?”

“Of course not,” Frank said. “We find Sexton.”

“How are we going to do that?” Chet wanted to know.

“Well, Phil can stay here and search hotel registrations while the rest of us do some leg work. We’ll go around to hotels in the area and see if they have anyone that looks like Sexton register recently.”

“That would be a lot easier to do if we had a picture of him,” Joe said.

“Now that we have his name, it shouldn’t be too hard to find his picture online,” Frank replied as he stood up and headed for the office. After several minutes of searching and some low-level hacking, Frank had obtained a picture of Edward Sexton. He printed off several copies on the brothers’ laser printer and handed them out. “Chet, you and Joe can go together in your car and Brandi and I will go in our car.”

“Sounds good to me,” Chet agreed.

Frank quickly made up a list of hotels for Chet and Joe and another list for himself and Brandi. “Call me if you find anything,” he ordered. “Otherwise, we’ll meet back here in three hours.”

The groups split up and headed towards the cars. Since both Frank and Joe had concealed weapon permits, they both took handguns concealed in shoulder holsters with them.

“What’s our ride?” Brandi asked Frank.

Frank grinned. “Our ride is one of a kind,” he said. They walked up to the garage that corresponded with the Hardys’ apartment number and Frank opened the door.

Upon seeing the car parked in the garage, Brandi gave an appreciative whistle. “Let me guess,” she said, “1970 Pontiac GTO Judge, V-8 400 engine?”

“Close,” Frank said, “but not quite. This is a 1970 Pontiac GTO Judge, but it has a V-8 455 engine.”

“I’m even more impressed,” Brandi said. “What’d you do? Knock over a bank? If I remember correctly, they only made three of the 1970 convertibles with the 455.”

It was Frank’s turn to be impressed. “That’s right,” he said. “How’d you know that?”

“Well,” she answered, “when you’re cooped up by yourself with not much more than a computer all day, you tend to develop interesting hobbies. I did a lot of research on cars.”

“And in reference to robbing a bank,” Frank said, “we didn’t have to. The owner of this car was an elderly gentleman that we helped on one of our cases. He was so appreciative that he left the car to us in his will.”

“Wow,” Brandi said. “I could get into this private investigator thing.”

“Stick around here very long and you’ll get your chance,” Frank told her wryly. They climbed into the car and Frank started it up. He grinned at the steady roar of the engine and put the car into gear. He backed quickly out of the garage and they were on their way.

After a few minutes of driving, Brandi commented, “I see quite a few buttons and other controls that I’m pretty sure didn’t come standard in a ’70 GTO.”

Fran grinned. “That’s true,” he said. “We had Phil, our resident electronics genius, hook us up with quite a few goodies.” He leaned over and pressed a button on the dash in front of Brandi. Immediately a screen rose out of the top of the dash and a keyboard popped out in front of Brandi.

“Will you ever cease to amaze me?” Brandi asked as she looked at the computer that had materialized before her eyes.

“I hope not,” Frank quipped. “Now input these addresses so I can figure out where we’re going.” He handed her the list of hotels that they were supposed to be searching and explained how to use the computer to get driving directions to them. Before too long they had arrived at their first stop. The two young people climbed out of the car and Frank locked it with a remote as they walked into the hotel.

As they walked up to the desk, they rehearsed what they were going to say. They approached the clerk and Frank began to speak. “Hello,” he said. “We’re looking for a friend of ours. We think he may be staying at this hotel.” He showed the clerk the picture of Sexton. “Have you seen him?”

The clerk, a young man in his early twenties looked closely at the picture and said, “No, I’m pretty sure that he isn’t here. I hope you find him though.”

Frank and Brandi thanked the man and returned to their car. They started driving down the street, following the computer directions to their next destination. As they neared their destination, Frank said, “This is not the greatest part of town. Keep an eye out for trouble.”

Moments later, a black, late model sedan with tinted windows came roaring up beside them on the nearly empty road. “Frank!” Brandi screamed as she saw the barrel of a machine gun protruding from the open passenger window. Frank turned to look just in time to see the evil sneer on Edward Sexton’s face as he pulled the trigger.

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