"How about a party to celebrate?" suggested Chet?

"That's a great idea," agreed Frank. "I'll talk to mom and dad and get back to you." Frank hung up and went into the living room where his parents and Joe were watching a sitcom. He told them about Chet's idea.

"Sounds good to me," Joe replied, always ready for a party.

"That is a good idea," agreed Laura as Fenton nodded his approval. "Why not tonight?" she asked. "Fenton and I can run to the store and get the supplies and you two can call and invite your friends over."

"Thanks, Mom," Joe said, jumping to his feet and going over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Let's call the guys," he added to Frank, leaving the room.

"Seven o'clock," Laura told Frank as he followed Joe from the room.

"Let's go," Fenton said, rising to his feet. He held out a hand to Laura, who graciously put her hand in his and was pulled to her feet.

"I'm glad to see Joe isn't sufferring any lasting effects after what Lewis did to him," Fenton said, walking out the kitchen door.

"Me, too," Laura said softly as she followed him, closing the door behind her and hearing the lock click on.

"No lasting effects, huh?" mumbled a voice from a recess in the kitchen. "Maybe I just didn't do enough to him." Lewis grinned evilly as a thought came to him. He waited for the Hardys' car to pull out and drive away before unlocking the kitchen door and exiting, relocking it so no one would know he had been there.

He had to work fast. It was only a matter of time before Officer Feldmire's body was found. But he had the perfect plan now, and if only they would think him dead long enough, nothing could stop him from having his revenge on all the Hardys. He had seen how close Frank and Joe were. The best way to hurt Joe was to hurt Frank.

"I'm so glad you and Joe are okay," Callie said, snuggling up to Frank as they strolled outside to get a bit of privacy.

"Me, too," Iola agreed, from a few feet away. She and Joe had had the same idea.

Joe hugged Iola tight and looked at Frank. "How could we not be okay?" Joe asked. "As long as we have each other, we'll always be fine."

Frank grinned at Joe as Callie dragged him away from them and over to the back porch. Frank sat down beside Callie and took a deep breath. "Mmmm," he said.

Callie caught a whiff and smiled at Frank. "You and your freshly cut grass," she teased, punching him lightly in the ribs. "You like it better than my perfume."

Frank, smiled down at her. "Maybe," he agreed. "But I like you better than just about anything."

"Okay, you two lovebirds, break it up," Laura's voice came from the doorway. "It's time for the girls to be leaving."

Frank looked down at his watch and noticed it was almost eleven. He stood up and helped Callie to her feet. "Joe! Iola!" he shouted to the other two. "It's time for Callie and Chet and Iola to leave."

Joe looked down at his watch. Sure enough, it was almost eleven. "Too bad you and Chet have an eleven-thirty curfew," he said.

Iola pulled Joe's head down and kissed him goodnight. "I'll see you tomorrow," she promised. Joe smiled at her and the two walked back to the house. After their departure, the other guests began leaving. Phil, who had gone upstairs with Frank to show him a new trick he had learned with the computer, was the last to leave.

"It was a great party," Phil said, stepping out onto the front porch. "Frank, remember, my house at nine tomorrow morning. The folks are away, so you won't disturb anybody."

"I'll be there," Frank promised.

"Why?" Joe inquired.

"Phil is going to show me how to retrieve a sent e-mail," Frank explained. Joe wrinkled his nose and the group broke out laughing.

Phil walked out to his car and climbed inside. As he pulled from the curb and started down the street, the Hardys went back inside. Phil turned on the radio and listened to music as he drove home. He pulled into his drive and parked the car. Getting out, he quietly went to the front door so as not to disturb the neighbors.