At the same time, Frank and Phil were scouring the computers in the lab looking through the hard drives and cleaning them out. Both boys were thankful for the rules that anyone who used each computer must sign up for that particular computer and date it with a time. So it was going to be easy to tie it to someone if they found something. They just had to find it and soon. But it took time to go through each computer and search everything, especially since there were almost forty computers in the whole lab. However, Frank and Phil were determined to do the job even if it meant using every bit of free time that they had available. That free time included lunch, study hall and any other time that Mr. Brahms could arrange for them to be in there.

The end of the day finally arrived with no proof as of to who wrote the note. Staring outside, he took a deep breath and stretched out his six foot one frame. American Literature was usually interesting to Frank, but he had way too many things on his mind. He had to start his first official tutoring session with Biker Conway after school. Frank was not happy at all about working with the one boy that he felt was a bad influence on his younger brother. However, he knew that it was going to be for a good cause--- Chet’s car. Even though Joe knew a lot about cars, he did not know enough to put Chet’s beloved "Queen" back together. Seeing Steven Miller’s face along with his puppets when that car pulled back into the parking lot was going to be worth it for sure. At least Frank hoped it would be worth it for the torture that he was going to go through to see the event.

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All of a sudden, commotion settled into the room as the students made their way out of the classroom. Frank lazily got up and walked slowly towards the door.

"Frank?" a voice called out.

"Yeah?" Frank replied out of his daze.

"Are you feeling all right? You don’t seem to be yourself?" It was Mrs. Boothe, a middle aged American Literature teacher at the school. Frank really liked her as a teacher and she was popular among the other students, even if her subject was not so popular.

"Yes Mrs. Boothe. I am just a little tired, that is all," he answered politely.

"Okay, I was just checking on you. I would say that this dreary day is not helping pick up our energy levels," Mrs. Boothe said, looking out at the steady rain that had been falling off and on all day.

Frank just smiled at her and wished her a good day. As he entered the hallway, he heard his name again. He turned to see who was yelling at him this time. It was Phil.

"So are you ready for cross country?" Phil asked, toting his gym bag.

Frank smacked his forehead. "Oh shoot! I totally forgot about that. I have been thinking though. With everything going on, I don’t think I am going to have time to try out."

Phil looked disappointed. "That is too bad Frank, but you like training and stuff."

"I know, but my brother and Chet come first," Frank replied seriously. "Besides, couldn’t I train with you when I get the chance. I would not be on the team, but I could at least join you for a few runs to stay in shape. We still have Quiz Bowl and debate teams though. Their practice doesn’t start for another month."

"It might take us that long to get through all those computers!" Phil commented. Frank laughed at that comment, knowing just how true it could be.

"You are still going to wait around and pick up Chet and Joe after their practice right?" Frank asked.

"I told them I would wait on them. We will all be training inside today so practice should not be too long."

"I appreciate it Phil. I will see you out at Chet’s house then."

"See you then. Have a good time with Biker!"

Frank shot his chum an evil glance. He still had ten minutes before he had to meet Biker out in front of school.

This day is just not getting any better! He thought to himself as he walked towards his locker.

"FRANK! WAIT UP!" another voice called out. This time it was a female voice. Frank turned to see the bright face of Callie Shaw. She was dressed in a nice form fitting sundress that showed off her curves and a nice pair of sandals that added the right touch to bring attention to her long slender legs. She had make-up on that made her face glow like a model and her hair hung just passed her eyes, hinting with an essence of mystery in her emerald eyes.

"Callie, you look wonderful today," Frank commented, still trying to take in all of her beauty.

"This old thing? You are way too nice Frank Hardy. But at least it lets me know that it will do the job," Callie said, blushing. Then she swiped the hair out of her face and put it behind her ear, showing off her cheekbones and long serious face. The curls in her hair though made Frank think of the old actresses of the 30’s. "I missed you today in lunch. Where have you been hiding out?"

"Computer lab," Frank answered. He then pulled her aside and filled her in quickly on their current stage in their case. Callie listened very carefully.

"Then you will be happy to hear that I have scored an interview with the dynamic four INDIVIUALLY this afternoon," Callie said with a sly grin. "Coach Miller is relieving them of practice so I can get the exclusive. I am hoping to score some information on the side if I can."

"Callie! That is great! You are wonderful!" Frank said. He almost leaned forward and kissed her he was so excited, then he remembered that they were just friends. He gained his composure and replied, "You are definitely going to be a good investigative reporter someday."

Callie blushed again. "All in the line of duty."

Then Frank’s face turned serious. "I hope it works Callie, but don’t be disappointed if they don’t say anything. My guess would be that they will not say anything to you."

Callie then flashed him an innocent schoolgirl smile and changed her voice. "But Frank, don’t ever under estimate the power of a well-dressed woman." Callie then flashed Frank a mischievous smile that rivaled a Cheshire cat. It was then Frank realized that Callie had a plan.

"Callie, you be careful," Frank said out of concern.

"Frank, I can perfectly handle myself and any goons that might try to make trouble for me. I am not a glass doll you know. I will e-mail you with my findings," Callie remarked. Then Callie smiled and leaned forward and whispered into Frank’s ear. "And another don’t worry about me getting taken in by their brainless charms, my heart belongs to another." Then she kissed him gently on the cheek and walked on down the hall. Her beauty mesmerized Frank as he watched her walk down the almost deserted hallway. He felt a warm tingly feeling sweep over his body. While a few girls had kissed him on the cheek in his time, no girl had ever left him breathless the way Callie did.

Maybe she is interested in me! Her heart belongs to another? This day is turning out to be better than I thought it would, even if I have to put up with Biker. I met a girl who is not only beautiful, but has an investigative manner about her. Perfect! Simply perfect! Frank thought. It was then that he realized that he was late. Frank hurried to his locker and then to the front of the school where Biker stood waiting for him. Biker smirked at Frank as he walked up to him.

"What?" Frank finally said, stopping right in front of the big-framed boy. Biker was truly dressed to suit his name that day. He wore greasy jeans, torn flannel shirt and sported his dark sunglasses. While his hair was perfectly clean, the sandy blond strands were tucked back to sport a small ponytail. He looked as rough as his personality, but Frank was not going to let him think that he was intimidated by his appearance or reputation.

"I saw you up in the hall up there on my way down. That is some broad you got for a girlfriend," Biker said as the two boys started to walk to the parking lot.

"Girlfriend? We are just friends," Frank said defensively.

"Bull!" Biker spoke out. "That girl has the hots for you Frankie. I also saw the way you looked at her glide down that hall. I couldn’t help but notice that nice tight… um well… you know. Then those legs, mmm, mmm, mmm. There is no man on Earth that would not have glanced back at that classy thing. That girl is a babe in hiding and you Frankie dear, have the key to her heart."

Frank was red listening to Biker’s recollection. He knew Biker was right, but there was no way he was going to admit to anything, especially Biker.

"We have work to get done," Frank said walking over to the station wagon and ignoring Biker’s comments.

"Okay Frankie, I will follow you on my bike," Biker said, walking to the back of the lot to a motorcycle.

"But it has been raining all day?" Frank quipped back.

"Rainy days on a bike are great! Nothing like getting a shower the natural way, right lover boy?" Biker said with a laugh. Frank rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Joe, my dear little brother, you are going to owe me BIG TIME for this."

Frank led Biker to the Morton farm and to the barn that housed Chet’s broken Queen. Biker took a look under the hood and grimaced at first.

"Can you fix it?" Frank asked in concerned voice.

"Of course I can fix it! It has wheels! I can fix anything on wheels. It is just that they really tore it up," Biker responded, holding up some wires.

"How long do you think this is going to take?" Frank asked again.

"Don’t know, a week maybe. Depends on what parts we need and if I can find them at the junkyard. This is an old beauty you know, not like these new cars," Biker said, patting the top of the fender.

Frank sighed, thinking of being tortured a week with tutoring Biker everyday after school.

"We might as well get started with the tutoring session," Frank said, opening Biker’s government book to the chapter Mr. Brahms said he was covering that week.

"Good, I will start dismantling this thing," Biker said, reaching over and pulling his saddlebag off of his motorcycle.

Frank stood there mystified. "I thought we would start with the tutoring first."

"There is no sense in wasting time Frankie. I am a good listener, trust me. Just read it to me as I work on the car and we will go from there," Biker said, starting to take of the distributor cap.

Frank was going to protest, but saw that his words would fall on deaf ears. So Frank started to read the chapter on the judicial branch while Biker started to take apart Chet’s engine, piece by piece.

Meanwhile, Joe and Chet had already made their way into the weight room where the other members of the Bayport Wildcats were training.

"I wonder where Steven is? He should be in here," Joe asked Chet as he spotted Chet on the bench press.

"Don’t… know, don’t … care" Chet said in between heaves. "I hope… I don’t see… him for a … very long … time."

Joe watched the rest of Steven’s gang went in and out of Coach Miller’s office and take turns going down the hall to a smaller unoccupied office. After about an hour and half, a familiar figure emerged from the room and walked to the doorway of the coach’s office. Joe instantly recognized Callie as well as the other boys in the room. It was hard not to notice such a stunning appearance.

"Frank sure has a good eye. WOW!" Chet remarked, remembering that Frank was taking Callie to the dance. Joe just watched closely as the rest of the players seemed to get back to work. Something didn’t feel right to him.

"Thank you Coach Miller. I will spotlight each player each week in our school newspaper sports section,’ Callie said. She then went around and hugged each of the boys sweetly. When she got to Steven, she hugged him tightly and turned her head towards the side of Steven’s face. Then she stood there, hanging on to Steven’s arms as he flexed them for her. Then she leaned her head against Steven’s chest for a final hug.

Joe was about to lose it. Callie was supposed to be interested in his older brother and here she was kissing Steven Miller! Feeling his blood start to boil, Joe’s face turned red with anger.

"Joe what on Earth is your problem?" Chet remarked, noticing the change in his best friend.

"Did you see that!" Joe whispered angrily.

"What!"

"Callie just kissed Steven Miller and hung all over him!"

"Oh boy," Chet muttered as he sat up. Callie then turned and walked towards the door. She turned around to see if Steven was following her every step. Sure enough, he was taking in the whole picture. She sweetly blew him a kiss. Then she turned around and saw Joe Hardy’s face. She did not know Joe very well, but she could tell that he was clearly upset. She carefully and discreetly flashed him a smile and a small wink of the eye before she left the weight room.

"Did you see that!" Joe whispered again in fury.

"What now!" Chet snorted.

"She looked straight at me and winked like nothing was even wrong at all!" Joe mumbled. "I can’t believe this! A girl my brother has fallen for is playing him for a fool!"

"Joe, we don’t know that for sure. Callie might have been just being friendly," Chet spoke up.

"Friendly? She darn near flung herself at that stupid idiot!"

"Joe, Callie is not officially going with Frank any way. She can date as many boys as she wants. It is not like they are going together or something. Besides, Frank said it himself the other day. He said that he was taking Callie to the dance as a friend."

"That is what he says. I know he likes her. He has fallen head over heals for her!" Joe muttered back.

"Steven is the quarterback. Girls seem to go for that type," Chet replied.

"Iola didn’t," Joe retorted back.

"But that is because Iola only has eyes for you," Chet said with a grin. Joe turned a different kind of red.

"Well, it is still not going to be fun having to talk to Frank tonight," Joe remarked, getting back to the topic.

Chet looked at him with a puzzled look. "You mean when you finally confess that you like my sister?"

"No! I mean… don’t get me wrong Chet. I love Iola… I mean I really LIKE Iola," Joe said stumbling around, but he was putting his foot farther into his mouth. Chet just stood there grinning at his best friend. He was truly happy that Joe and Iola were finally going to go out together. "I am just not going to like having to tell Frank that the girl that he likes is obviously making a play on the one guy we are trying to bring down."