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Chapter 17
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THE CHAPTERS
On
Saturday morning, January 13th, Frank Hardy woke with a
splitting headache, dry mouth and felt heaviness in his limbs that he
couldn’t explain.
Forcing
himself out of bed, he quickly shaved and showered.
He was feeling slightly more human after he dressed and combed his
hair.
Frank
made his way down the stairs and into the brightly lit kitchen, not
surprised to see his parents and aunt already at the table.
“Frank,”
Gertrude Hardy bristled, “you look as if you haven’t slept at all!”
“Actually,
I did, Aunty,” Frank answered, pouring himself a cup of coffee,
“probably about five hours, anyway.
“I
didn’t feel so great when I woke up, though,” Frank continued,
joining his family at the table. He
described his symptoms.
“I
feel okay now,” Frank concluded. He
then glanced at his dad. “What
do we do first?”
Fenton
Hardy had been watching and listening to his 18-year-old son carefully.
He knew, and was proud of the fact, that Frank and Joe were so
close. Fenton realized when
he became a private detective, there would have to be sacrifices made.
One of those sacrifices had been ‘family time’.
In
the early days of his private practice, he couldn’t be selective.
He took every case he could, even ones that took him out of town
for days or weeks, just to pay the bills.
It
had been difficult for all of them, but the boys’ closeness to each
other had grown tremendously during that period of their lives.
Now,
the detective could be more selective.
His reputation had grown and he was financially in very good
shape. He often regretted
that his boys had to lean so much on each other during his absences, yet
he admired them for their strength. He
was seeing that strength and closeness in Frank’s eyes now.
“Son,”
Fenton began, “I suspect you’ll find this interesting.”
Frank
took a paper from his father’s outstretched hand.
He began to read a computer printout about the drug ‘Metabast’.
“Whoa,”
Frank cried, “the symptoms! That’s
just how I was feeling this morning!”
It was no secret that Frank’s and Joe’s closeness was, at
times, eerily supernatural. On
several occasions they had felt each other’s pain, or on rare
occasions, seen things through each others eyes.
“Do
you think I’m feeling the effects of the drug because of Joe?” Frank
queried.
“I’m
sure of it,” Fenton answered with a smile. “This means, Joe is alive
and is still feeling the effects of the drug.”
“I
don’t understand why anyone would do this,” Laura Hardy stated in a
soft, tired voice. “Why
would someone just take Joe?”
Fenton
moved behind his wife and gently rubbed her shoulders.
“We’ll find Joe, Love. We’ve
got some good leads. Try not
to worry.”
“Frank,”
Fenton turned his attention to his son, “Let’s head over to Weisman
Funeral Home. We’ll call
Collig on the way and see if they’ve questioned Jill Shaw yet.”
*
* *
Ray
and Jessica Shaw stared with disbelief into their daughter Jill’s
bedroom. Behind them, Chief
of Police Ezra Collig and Sergeant Con Riley of the Bayport Police looked
grim.
The
police officers had come to question Jill Shaw early Saturday morning
concerning the possible abduction of Joe Hardy.
Frank and Fenton had told Collig about the conversation Callie
Shaw and Vanessa Bender had heard several weeks earlier.
Jill’s
parents were appalled by the prospect that their daughter could in anyway
be involved in some kind of foul play, but they had agreed to allow the
police to question Jill.
Ray
had called to the 15-year-old with no response.
Finally, the four adults went down the hall to Jill’s bedroom.
Heavy-metal music screeched behind the locked door.
After
several attempts to get Jill to open the door, Ray finally went to the
kitchen, got a spare key and unlocked his daughter’s door.
The
room was a wreck. Clothes,
CDs and other personal items were tossed all over the floor.
The closet door stood open, and many of Jill’s clothes were
missing. The police quickly
searched the room, but found no trace of the girl.
“It
appears that Joe Hardy isn’t the only missing person we have to deal
with,” Chief Collig stated grimly to Riley and Jill’s shocked
parents.
*
* *
Many
miles away, Joe Hardy groggily opened his deep blue eyes.
He realized he was in someone’s bed.
He sat up slowly, closing his eyes briefly as a feeling of nausea
passed through him.
“Where
in the world am I?” the 17-year-old questioned, looking around the
room. He had an odd sense
that everything was new. The
entire room had a feeling of newness to it.
He shuddered, remembering the last time he woke up. ‘At least
I’m not still in that coffin!’
He
cautiously climbed out of the bed and peered out a nearby window.
Joe could see tropical looking trees and beyond them, a white sand
beach and turquoise water.
Joe
rubbed his eyes and looked again. “Guess I’m not in Bayport
anymore.” The fact that he
wasn’t tied up or injured left the teen feeling more perplexed than
frightened.
He
walked through the room, wishing his head would stop hurting.
Curiously, Joe opened the closet and looked around inside. Every
shirt, every pair of shoes, every garment in the large closet was
brand-new and in his size.
‘This is bad,’ Joe thought worriedly, ‘this is definitely very bad.’
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