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“If we could get a sample of whatever he was drugged or poisoned with, we could manufacture an antidote for it,” the doctor told her. “Other than that, we can only keep him stable and hope that the blood tests turn up something.”

“We’re just going to have to get a sample of that drug,” Frank said. It was easy to hear the determination in his voice. “Come on, Brandi,” he said, “let’s get started.” After obtaining the doctor’s promise to call them if anything developed, Frank and Brandi hurried out to the Hardys’ sports car. Frank threw the car in gear and the tires squealed as they tore out of the parking lot.

Within a few short minutes, Frank pulled the car to a stop in front of their apartment building. As they entered the apartment, Brandi asked, “Where are we going to start?”

“First I’m going to try to get some fingerprints off of the door like Joe was going to do. Then I’m going to get our buddies together to search for whoever did this.” He looked at Brandi who was still wearing Joe’s sweats and tee shirt and then at himself in his shorts and tee. “On second thought, the first thing I’m going to do is get dressed. You should probably follow my example.”

“I don’t have anything to wear,” Brandi reminded him.

“Oh, right. I almost forgot about that.” He thought for a moment then said, “How about this; while I’m getting dressed and checking for prints, you can go out and get some clothes.” He looked at his watch. “There should be some clothing stores open by now.” He wrote down the location of several nearby stores. He gave Brandi his credit card and told her the amount that Mr. and Mrs. Hardy had said she could spend on new clothes. Frank was already on his way to the shower as Brandi left the apartment with one of the Hardys’ handguns tucked into her purse.

Frank quickly showered and changed into a pair of jeans and a clean tee shirt. Feeling better, he grabbed the fingerprint kit from the office and dusted around the door knob of the front door. He lifted several prints and took them back to the Hardy’s office. He scanned them into the computer and waited as the computer searched for matches. The first one came up as Edward Sexton. Frank did not know whether or not that was from that night or from when Sexton had been masquerading as “Agent Smith.” The second print took a bit longer to match. Several minutes later, the computer announced that it had found the match. Frank was surprised to see that this print was also restricted, but this time by the FBI. Without hesitation, Frank picked up his phone and called Agent Johnson.

“Good morning, Frank,” she said as she came on the line. “What can I do for you this morning?”

“Someone broke into our apartment last night,” Frank told her. “He drugged Joe and escaped. He did leave his fingerprint on the door knob though.”

“Who was it?” she wanted to know.

“I wish I knew,” Frank replied, “but the record is restricted by you guys.”

“That’s interesting,” Agent Johnson said.

“Are you going to tell me who it was?” Frank asked.

“Send me the print and I’ll run it,” she told him. “You still have my secure e-mail address, right?”

Frank answered in the affirmative and ended the call. He quickly sent the file and waited impatiently for a reply. In the meantime he called up several of his friends who were attending college in the immediate area. Biff Hooper, Tony Prito, Chet Morton, and Phil Cohen agreed to come over and help in the search for Joe’s attacker.

Frank poured himself a bowl of cereal and made a pot of coffee while he continued to wait for Agent Johnson to call. He was just finishing his cereal when his cell phone rang. “Hello?” he said; his mouth half full.

“Frank?” Agent Johnson asked.

Frank swallowed and confirmed that he was there.

“I have some information about that print.”

“What do you have?”

“Apparently that print belongs to one Joshua Colder.”

“Let me guess,” Frank put in, “he was one of your agents that went rogue on a mission and you haven’t heard from him since.”

She sounded surprised. “How did you know that?” she demanded.

“Just a guess,” Frank told her. “We seem to be running into that a lot lately.”

“Well, you hit the nail on the head. Matter of fact, this is the first we’ve had any information regarding his whereabouts. We were not sure if he was still alive or not. I’ll send you his picture.”

Frank gathered several more facts about the former Agent Colder and then ended the call. He checked his e-mail and downloaded the picture that Agent Johnson sent him. He was only mildly surprised to discover that Joshua Colder was the man that they knew as “Agent Anderson.” He printed off several copies of the picture as well as some more pictures of Edward Sexton. “I wonder why all of these rogue agents are working together,” Frank mused to himself. He did not have long to think about this new turn of events before there was a knock on the front door.

Frank opened the door to reveal his friend Tony Prito. Tony was a young boy of Italian decent. His father owned the young people’s favorite hang out in their hometown of Bayport, the restaurant named Mr. Pizza. “Hey, Tony,” Frank greeted him. “Thanks for coming.”

“My pleasure,” Tony said. “When you told me what was going on, I had to be in on it.”

The youths sat down in the living room and began to discuss their plan for the day. Before too long, another knock was heard and Frank opened the door to admit Biff Hooper. Biff was a tall, muscular young man who was a natural at sports. His favorite, however, was football. He was attending college in New York City on a football scholarship. Frank greeted Biff and the two rejoined Tony in the living room.

Several minutes later, there was another knock at the front door. “I’ll get it,” Biff volunteered. His long stride made short work of the distance to the door. He opened it and his jaw dropped. “Wow!” he exclaimed.

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