"What do you mean?" Craig demanded, his brown eyes flashing in muted anger.

"He means, I'm not Jonny. I'm Joe Hardy," Joe told him, getting to his feet and rubbing his jaw. "I thought you and Jonny were friends," he added suspiciously, looking at Craig.

"We are," Craig asserted, although he looked less than certain at the moment.

"Then why did you hit me?" Joe demanded an explanation.

"I thought you, that is, Jonny was playing a trick on me. I've been worried sick about him," he added unhappily. He looked Joe in the eyes. "You really look just like him."

"So I've been told," Joe said ruefully, lowering his hand from his jaw.

"You said you were going to find Jonny," Craig siad to Frank. "What can I do to help?"

"We need you to coach Joe," Frank told him.

"Huh?" Craig asked, confused.

"I'm going to take Jonny's place," Joe explained. "We figure he'll either come out of hiding or, if he's in trouble, whoever is responsible for his disappearance will tip their hand."

"We want you tell us everything about Jonny's life since he and his dad fought," Frank said as the three sat down. "Then we want you to help Joe dress and talk like Jonny."

"There isn't much to tell," Craig stated. "After Jonny left home, he got a room at Sarah Barnes' Boarding House and a job at the Southport Sanitation Department."

"What is his job?" Joe asked.

"He works on the truck," Craig answered. "He drives and Jim Cantrell, his partner, dumps the trash."

"When was he hired?"

"Two days after he moved into the boarding house," Craig replied. "Sarah let him have a room without a job because he paid two months in advance."

"What about his friends and activities after work?" Frank asked.

"He always kept pretty much to himself. He's the quiet, brooding type." Joe wrinkled his nose at this information because he was so outgoing.

"No girlfriends?" prodded Frank.

"No one serious," Craig answered. "He has dated Kelly Martin for the past three weeks, but he's not serious about her," he reiterated.

"Can you think of any reason Jonny might want to go into hiding?" Joe asked.

"He knew his dad was keeping tabs on him, but he didn't know how," Craig said. "Maybe he figured if he just took off his dad couldn't find him."

"Don't you feel like a traitor for keeping Mr. Harrison informed about Jonny?" Joe asked curiously.

"No," Craig answered decisively. "Sure, Mr. Harrison isn't the greatest father in the world, but he does care about Jonny. What Jonny was doing to his dad was wrong, but he wouldn't listen when I tried to tell him," Craig added. He raked a hand through his curly black hair. "You need a makeover," he said to Joe, changing the subject.

"Shopping trip?" Joe asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Definitely," asserted Craig.

"I'll pass," Frank said, standing. "I've got some stuff to do here. You have the credit card dad gave you?" he asked Joe.

"He won't need it," Craig broke in before Joe could reply. "Jonny dressed like he was broke all the time. We'll have to check out the local Goodwill and then make some alterations."

"Let's go," Joe said, leading the way to the door. They climbed into the Hardy's van and headed downtown. Joe pulled into a parking space across the street from the Goodwill store. On the way, Craig told Joe about Jonny.

"Here we are," said Joe, turning the ignition off.

"You talk too much," Craig said, startling Joe.

"What?"

"Jonny was quiet," Craig explained. "You're too hyper. You need to act like you're alone most of the time. Even when someone's with you, you need to be introspective."

"Gotcha," Joe said. He quit smiling and looked thoughtful.

"Perfect!" congratulated Craig. Joe gave a brief nod and climbed out of the van.

Once they were inside, Craig picked out some jeans and a jacket. After trying them on, they went to the shoe section.

"Here's a pair," Craig said pointing at a pair that looked like they might fit Joe.

"Joe Hardy!" came a shout from near-by. Joe picked up the shoes and began trying them on, ignoring the person.

"Why don't you answer her?" Craig asked.

"My name's Jonny Harrison not Joe Hardy," Joe replied, not looking up from the shoe he was trying.

"Uh-uh," disagreed Craig. "Your name is Jonny Harris. He shortened it when he moved."

"Joe, why didn't you answer me?" demanded an angry female voice, as a blond-haired, green-eyed, slender girl came and stood in front of him. Joe looked up and saw Callie Shaw, his brother's girlfriend, standing before him.

"Why should I?" he asked, lowering his voice an octave and looking up at her with a hint of belligerence.

"Excuse me," Craig spoke up. "My name is Craig Daniels and this is my friend, Jonny Harris," he introduced himself and Joe.

"Mmm-hmm," Callie muttered with a worried smile on her face. "Sorry," she said. "Your friend looked like someone I know, but up close I can see I was mistaken," she added with a shrug and departed.

"You fooled her," Craig said with a grin.

"I doubt it," Joe disagreed, but said no more. He picked up the shoes and clothes and went to the check-out.

Arriving back at the Hardy household, they were met at the door by a grinning Frank. "Guess who just called?"

"Callie," Joe guessed correctly.

"She thought she might have blown your cover so she called up to say you might be in danger."

Joe shrugged. "I was practicing. By the way, Jonny was using an alias," he added.

"Harris," Frank said. "I know. I hooked up to Southport's Sanitation Department files on the Net. I made copies," he added. "You can look them over later."

"Okay," Joe agreed. "Right now, we've got some alterations to make," he stated. Joe took Craig to his room and they set about creating the proper look. An hour later, they came downstairs. Frank was in the living room with his father.

"Joe?" Mr. Hardy asked, a bit surprised at the transformation to his son.

Joe was wearing faded blue jeans with a hole in one knee and a rip up the side. He had on a pale blue tee shirt beneath a sweatshirt with torn sleeves which revealed the ragged edges. His shoes were off white and had frayed shoelaces. His blond hair hung on his forehead almost covering one eye. The new style, with his ever-growing beard, made him appear to be twenty-five years old instead of seventeen.

"Hello Sir," Joe said, using the low voice Craig had taught him on the way to the Goodwill store.

"Wow!" Frank said, standing up and coming over for a closer look. "You look like Joe, but you don't."

"Do you think this will fool everyone?" Mr. Hardy asked Craig after the two had been introduced.

Craig looked at Joe and back to Mr. Hardy. "It should. Joe looked like Jonny before, but now, well, they're identical."

"Dinner's ready," said blond, petite Laura Hardy, Frank and Joe's mother, as she came into the room. "You will stay, won't you?" she asked Craig.

"Yes ma'am. Thank you," Craig replied.

Mrs. Hardy smiled at him and then turned to Joe. "Promise me one thing?" she asked, after taking in his appearance.

"What?" Joe asked warily.

"After this mystery is over, you'll shave and I can burn those clothes," she told him.

"It's a deal," Joe answered, breaking into a huge grin.

After dinner, Craig gave Joe the key to Jonny's room and left. "He gave me one in case I wanted to crash there sometime," Craig explained.

It had been decided during dinner that Joe would go to the boarding house before daybreak and get settled in. Frank would get a room later in the day.

Arriving at his temporary home, Joe started looking through the drawers on the bureau. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he proceeded to make a thorough serch of the room. Coming up empty, he decided to put away the few groceries he had brought with him.

Placing the apples in a basket on top of the bureau, he accidentally tipped the basket over sending the apples tumbling to the floor. He reached under the bed to grab an apple he had seen roll under but didn't feel it. He dropped to his knees and looked under the bed. Hanging from between the slats he saw a notebook. He took the notebook and grabbed the apple. Sneezing a couple of times because of the dust from beneath the bed, he got up and went over to a chair and sat down. Forgetting to put the apple up, he laid it beside him and opened the notebook.

The first page had a list of phone numbers but no names. He recognized Jim Cantrell's from the report Frank had given him to read but the other four numbers, although local, were unknown.

The second page was an itinerary: report to work at six; meet Kelly at Zoe's Place at nine; dentist appointment at four.

The third page of the notebook held an address. The rest of the notebook was empty. Joe copied the address and put Jonny's notebook back where he had found it.

He glanced at his watch. Almost time to be at work. He went to Jonny's closet and pulled out a uniform. After dressing, he headed out, wondering if Jonny still had a job for him to go to.

Arriving at the department, he entered the office.

"Jonny!" said a man in surprise.

Joe looked at the man but said nothing. The man's name tag read David. He was roughly five inches taller than Joe's five-eleven frame. Joe guessed he weighed close to three hundred pounds. His black hair was receding and he wore frame glasses.

"I thought you needed a few weeks off," David continued.

"I finished early," Joe said.

"Good," David said, smiling. "Your replacement didn't work out so I had to let him go yesterday. I was going to have to go with Jim today. Here are your keys," he added, tossing them to Joe. "I'll sign you in. Go on out," he ordered, sitting down behind a desk and giving his attention to something else.

Dismissed, Joe headed out the door. Walking over to where the trucks were parked, he wondered how he was going to figure out which one was his when an arm snaked around his neck.