"I think so, too," Frank said, his voice a whisper. "But that's why we thought he looked so familiar." "Someone's trying to set Chet up," Joe said. "And make fools of us. Mock had years to plan this." "This sounds like something out of a spy novel." Joe sat down on the steps, still staring at the computerized Chet Morton. "Before you got up this morning, I went down to the basement and got out Dad's oldest files, the stuff he didn't put on computer. Mock's file was full of letters threatening to kill Dad and destroy our family." "How does this fit?" "What better way to get even than lead us to believe that our friends are against us? Didn't you say that Bobby Mock promised his father that he would get our friends?" "Yeah," Joe replied. "That's why he had those pictures of you, me, Callie, and Chet." "Exactly." "What now?" "First, we find Chet and show him this." He pointed to the printout. "From what Bobby Mock said at the hospital last night, we can assume that Chet's life is in danger." Joe stood up and walked back down to the living room.
