Frank stopped moving when he heard his brother call out. He had been about to find the combination but the terror in Joe’s voice made him stop.

Turning his head, he saw Joe quickly come around the corner, his face pale. Joe said, "Don’t touch it."

"Why?"

"There may be explosives in there."

Frank’s gaze returned to the locker as his hand fell to his side. "Are you sure?"

"There’s a note in my locker."

"Let’s clear the locker room and call the cops," Frank said stepping gingerly away from his locker. "We can’t let anyone else get hurt."

"Got it."

A short time later, the police and members of the bomb squad were in the locker room taking care of the bomb. Frank and Joe stood off to the side waiting for word that the bomb had been deactivated.

"You know," Frank said breaking the silence, "I’m glad you had a quick reaction to that note in your locker."

"I’m glad you hadn’t opened your locker yet. Who knows what’s in there."

"We need to figure out something and soon."

"I agree."

"Frank, Joe." They turned and saw Con Riley approaching.

"Well?" Joe asked when Con reached them.

"It’s a good thing you didn’t open your locker, Frank."

"Has it been disarmed?" Joe asked.

"Yeah." Con pulled out a notebook. "How did you two know there was a bomb in Frank’s locker?"

"There was a note in mine," Joe explained. He related what had happened.

When he finished, Con asked, "What are you two investigating that would have someone leave a bomb for you?"

Frank glanced at Joe and knew they didn’t really have anything concrete. "We’re not investigating anything," Frank said. "I’m having a hard enough time moving about. Doing an investigation right now is not a priority."

"Do you have any ideas as to who is involved?"

"Not a one," Joe said. "Have the police been able to pull any prints off the locker?" Joe asked.

"I’m not at liberty to say," Con replied. "You two should head on out. No one is going to be permitted back in their any time today."

"All right," Joe said. As Con made his way to the crowd that had gathered, Joe turned to Frank. "I hope you have a reason for keeping quiet about this."

"What would Con say if he knew we were involved in an investigation?"

"He would tell us to leave it to the police, which we won’t do."

"So, we need to figure out why we’re targets.."

"Exactly."

"Frank! Joe!"

Turning, they saw Matt hurrying toward them with his sneakers dangling from one hand. Matt asked, "What’s going on? The cops won’t let anyone inside."

"There was a bomb inside," Joe said.

Frank stared at Matt. There was something familiar that he was trying to place, but couldn’t.

"Frank? You all right?" Joe asked.

"What?" he asked looking at Joe.

"You zoned out for a moment." Joe put his hand on his older brother’s shoulder.

"Yeah," Frank said shaking his head. "Sorry about that."

"We should probably head home," Joe said concerned.

Frank nodded and returned his gaze to Matt. "We’ll see you tomorrow."

"Bye," Matt said and they headed for the parking lot.

They were quiet as they walked to the van and as Joe drove home. Joe finally broke the silence. "Do you want to tell me what you’re thinking about?"

Frank propped his right elbow on the door frame and leaned his chin against it. "There’s something right in front of me that we’re missing and its driving me crazy."

"Any idea what it is?"

Frank shook his head. "Part of me thinks it may be a clue at to who is gunning for us, but I’m not sure."

"Maybe you’re just tired from all that‘s happened and that‘s blocking out what you‘re trying to remember."

"Maybe." Frank gazed out the window wishing he knew what was nagging him. He had a feeling whatever it was would give them the answers they were looking for.

Reaching their house, they climbed out of the van and made their way inside. Frank followed Joe as he headed directly for the kitchen.

"You two are home early," Laura said turning away from the stove.

"Practice was cancelled," Joe said opening the refrigerator as Frank sat down at the table.

"And why was that?" Frank looked at Joe who was glancing back at him from inside the refrigerator. "Well?"

"There was an incident at school and practice was cancelled," Joe said straightening up.

"Were you two involved in the incident?"

"No, Mom," Frank said. "We stopped it before it could get out of hand."

"Good thinking," Laura said. "Especially after all that’s happened in the past couple weeks."

"You’re right, Mom," Frank said slowly getting to his feet. "I’m going to start on my homework."

"I’ll call you for dinner," Laura said.

"All right."

Up in his room Frank tried to focus on his homework, but couldn’t. He still had the nagging feeling that he knew who was responsible and wished he could recollect what ever it was so they could solve this case.

There is something we know, but what is it? he thought. What is staring us right in the face, but we’re not seeing? This is so frustrating. We need something and soon.

Realizing he wasn’t going to get much of his homework done, Frank moved over to his bed and stretched out on his back to think. Closing his eyes, he replayed the past couple weeks in his mind. He knew the cheerleaders tires were slashed and the football players vehicles were tampered with by Rachel for revenge. But as more time passed, the incidents seemed to be targeting them even more. He then thought about the conversations he had with Chet, Rachel, Melissa and Matt about the incidents.

"Oh, man. I can’t believe it was right there." Sitting up quickly, Frank cried out in pain.