Then, from somewhere within, Frank found the strength he needed as Rawlins was helped out of the debris. When Rawlins was escorted past him, he glared the man straight in the eyes. There was no way that he was going to get any satisfaction for what he had done to his brother. It was payback time. Waiting for Davies to stop and question the man, Frank followed closely behind. His anger grew with each step as he walked in the footprints of the man who took just about everything from him in one cold calculating act. Then his mind raced to his brother, in his grave instead of going to college and enjoying life. The anger came from within and melted any thoughts of self-restraint. Without thinking, Frank ran forward and spun Rawlins around much to the surprise of Thomas and Davies. With lightning speed, he grabbed the weary man and slammed him down on the hood of the car. Anger flooded his eyes and thoughts.

"WHERE IS MY BROTHER?" Frank hissed, his eyes wild with almost pure hatred. The man looked at him like he was crazed instead of enjoying the loss of control.

"I don’t know," Rawlins almost whispered, fear shown in his eyes.

Frank could feel a hand grab his shoulder, but he quickly jabbed it off. No one even stepped forward to challenge him.

"Was he in that house?" Frank questioned again, with even more hatred in his voice. He was breathing fast and the veins on his hands were starting to tremble.

Rawlins never answered, he just stared up at the dark haired boy in shock. The rain had started to turn to ice pellets and each drop was stinging his face.

"WAS MY BROTHER IN THAT HOUSE?" bellowed Frank, slamming the man against the ground with every word.

"Isn’t this police brutality?" Rawlins exclaimed cowardly, looking at Sergeant Davies.

Frank was expecting that the agents would pull him off of the sorry excuse for a human, let alone an Assassin. However, nothing happened.

"Isn’t taking a young life for no reason brutality? Answer the young man’s question. Your life could depend on it because if you killed Joe Hardy, I will move to seek the death penalty," Sergeant Davies threatened. "Answer him now."

It was then that Rawlins admitted that he had indeed kept the younger brother hostage along with Iola Morton. Frank did not let go of his vise like grip on the man as he told his side of the story. It was like he was paralyzed. Iola was taken captive at the scene of the explosion to be used as a pawn to get the Hardys to back off of the group. Then it was reported that the young lady was believed to have been dead. It seemed like it was even more torturous for Joe to believe that Iola was dead than it was to dangle her from a string in front of him. Then, their leader was killed, at the hands of no other than Joe Hardy. Rawlins stated that he decided to keep Iola alive because it was more fun and smart to have her as a ready made pawn.

"So it was Iola that Joe saw in the woods when we went camping," Frank said with astonishment. A ping of guilt went through him when he thought back to that case. Joe swore it was Iola, but Frank did not believe him.

"Yes, that was the real Iola. We knew that you would come and we were hoping to take you down once and for all, but things did not turn out that way. So we moved the real Iola to another location, here in the mountains to be used as needed when the Hardys got too close. Isn’t amazing what you can do with plastic surgery these days," Rawlins squealed. "I assure you the real Iola was well taken care of. Primed and proper for the day she would lure one of you to your demise when the time came."

Rawlins went on to explain that just recently, Fenton Hardy was getting too close to ruining the groups’ plans concerning intelligence information. This angered him because a lot of money was at stake. Due to the Hardys investigating before, the group had lost quite a considerable amount of money. They needed that financial support to get their "foundation" back under them.

"Your brother killed my father that day in the mall. I wanted him to feel the emptiness that I felt. It was much more torturous for him to be away from his family than it was to just kill him," Rawlins sneered angrily. "Killing him would be much too nice."

"How long did you think you were going to keep him?" Frank asked, still holding the man down to the cold wet ground.

"Forever," Rawlins hissed through his teeth. "Besides, your family was not looking for him. I told him that too. You left him for dead. Buried him and forgot all about him."

Frank had to reach deep within him to manage the rage that was waiting to unleash. There was still one more question he needed answered.

"Where is my brother?" Frank asked with a cold evil tone.

"I honestly do not know. The last time I saw him he left me to burn and die in that fire. That whore of his as well as himself escaped down in the old mine shafts that are all over this mountain range. Trying to find them would be like looking for a needle in a haystack!" Rawlins almost shouted with a slight laugh. "That is, if they made it out of the mines. They go for miles and they are also known to collapse. You may never see him and his precious girlfriend again. Since he ran, the blood is not on my hands."

"You know, you are such a sorry excuse for an Assassin," the oldest brother remarked.

"Maybe so, but I tried. But at least I never buried my brother and left him for dead," Rawlins screeched with a mocking tone. It was then that Frank noticed that he was moving his mouth around.

"OH NO YOU DON’T YOU COWARD!" Frank roared. He knew what he was trying to do. Every Assassin had a false tooth, full of poison to use to commit suicide if he or she was ever captured. But it was too late. Before Frank could even try to lock the man’s jaw, the man’s eyes grew wide and a grin painted his face. Then he took his last breath and his eyes remained in the death stare. Disgusted, Frank slammed the man back down to the ground. He knew that was going to happen. That is why he wanted to see if he could get any information out of the man before they put him into custody. Frank knew once he was in the car, Rawlins was not going to be taken alive.

He walked up to Sergeant Davies, who shook his head in frustration.

"I told you that you will never take an Assassin alive," Frank recounted. "We are just lucky that he was not a good one. Nothing like his father thankfully." Then he turned and looked at his father, who was still shocked by his oldest son’s behavior. "Joe and Iola are out there somewhere and we need to find them."

Fenton looked over at Thomas and Davies. Davies just shook his head. "Fenton, we have an ice storm moving in with heavy snowfall to follow. I know this is unusual weather for this time of the year, but I don’t exactly control the weather. I can’t risk the life of my men in these conditions. As soon as the weather lets up…"

Frank interrupted Sergeant Davies. "Yadda yadda yadda. My brother and Iola are out there somewhere in the cold. We don’t know if they were hurt or burned or anything. We need to find them. I lost him once and I am not going to lose him again."

"I told you Frank. I will have every agent and agency out here as soon as the weather lets up!" Davies directed in an authoritative manner. But Frank was not going to back down.

"I don’t care if there was a blizzard coming, I am not leaving here without them," Frank said stubbornly stepping forward to look Davies in the eye.

"I will see if I can get a few people to VOLUNTEER to a search," Davies said sternly and then walked off to the car. The other agents had already loaded the body of Rawlins into the first Suburban. Frank could see him placing a phone call on his cell phone, turning his back so no one could witness the conversation.

Mr. Thomas looked at the Hardy men. "I will help. I might not be dressed for it, but I will help."

"Thank you," Fenton replied softly. He was still digesting everything in his head. Then he snapped out of his daze. "I am going to call and give Mr. Morton the news. We can’t be sure if it really is Iola, but he deserves to know." With that, Fenton walked off to place the phone call, hoping someone would be at the Morton residence.

While everyone was contacting someone, Frank just stood there and looked at the cabin. Freezing rain had set in and ice was clinging to the trees, grass and windshields. The situation seemed helpless, but at the same time the dark haired boy felt such a sense of peace.

His brother was alive. All he had to do now was find him.