"I called Dad. He’s just waiting for word from us that Ryan has Joe, then he’ll call in the police." Frank said nervously, his eyes never leaving the green Ford that was tracking his brother.

Not wanting Ryan to realize he was being followed, Frank waited, keeping an eye on both Joe and Ryan who were approaching the traffic light at the corner. As the light turned red, Joe came to a stop with Ryan one car behind him.

Satisfied that he wouldn’t be spotted, Frank began to pull out of the space just as a small, yellow convertible came screaming into the parking lot directly in front of him. With lightning quick reflexes, Frank slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a collision with the little car, which now had him boxed in.

Laying on the horn, Frank stuck his head out the window. "Hey, move it! I’m in a hurry!" He yelled, cursing as the light turned green.

The door of the convertible opened and a rather voluptuous young blonde woman stepped out and walked over to Frank, oblivious to his demands.

"I’m so sorry!" The woman said, her voice light and happy. "Are you all right?" She bent down and poked her head in the window of his car.

"Dumb blonde!" Biff muttered under his breath before bolting from the car and running towards the street, trying to keep Joe’s car in sight.

"We’re fine." Frank responded through gritted teeth. "Now could you please move your car?! We’re in kind of a hurry."

"Oh, thank goodness!" The woman gushed. "I was just talking to my best friend, Jessica on my cell phone, ya know? See, she met this guy last night and he’s, like, to die for and I was just so excited for her I didn’t even notice you." She babbled on.

"That’s okay." Frank gripped the steering wheel, watching his brother and Ryan disappear around the corner. "If you could just move your car…"

"I’m just so glad you and your friend weren’t hurt." The woman continued, completely ignoring Frank’s request. "Because if you had been hurt because of me, well, I just don’t know how I could live with that. I can’t believe I didn’t even see you." Reaching in through the window, she placed a hand on Frank’s bicep and squeezed. "Hey, do you work out here? I don’t remember seeing you around. If not you should join up. I work out here every day." She smiled seductively, looking at Frank through lowered eyelashes.

With a low growl, Frank closed his eyes and began counting to ten attempting to keep his rapidly rising temper in check. Opening his eyes a few seconds later, he saw the woman was now kneeling beside his car, her forearms resting on the door, gazing up at him adoringly.

"You know you’re awfully cute. I really go for the tall, dark and handsome type. Why don’t we skip the workout and I’ll buy you a drink. You know, to make up for almost killing you."

Frank glowered at the woman and wordlessly held his left hand in front of her face.

"You’re married but you’re not dead!" She winked.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!" Frank finally exploded.

"You don’t have to yell." The woman stood up and smoothed her hair, obviously miffed at the unexpected rejection. "I was just trying to be nice." Slowly she walked back to her car and got in, picking up her cell phone and dialing as she pulled away.

Peeling out of the parking space, Frank headed for the exit and turned onto the street, tires squealing. Approaching the corner, he slowed just enough for Biff, who had been running back to the parking lot, to jump into the passenger seat.

"Right on King. Right on Fitzwater." Biff managed to get out as he gasped for air. "Ran down to Fitzwater, but they were already gone."

"Damn!" Frank cursed under his breath.

"Don’t worry. We’ll find them." Biff said, breathing a little more evenly now.

"Here, call Joe." Frank ordered tossing Biff his cell phone. "Speed dial, number one."

Pressing the single digit, Biff held the phone to his ear, listening to it ring. "Come on, Joe. Pick it up, buddy. Answer the phone." His heart sank when the only response came in the form of Joe’s voice mail greeting. Disconnecting the call, he turned to Frank.

"He’s not answering." Biff said quietly.

Slamming his fist against the steering wheel in frustration, Frank silently chided himself for not working out a planned route with Joe beforehand. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’

Refusing to give up so easily, Frank and Biff drove around for several minutes, taking the streets they thought Joe would most likely use to return to the Hardy home. Finally admitting defeat, Frank pulled over. Leaning his head back against the seat, he prepared himself for what he had to do next. Silently, he held out his hand in a request for his cell phone. Taking a deep breath, he pressed the speed dial for his father, blurting out three words the second Fenton answered.