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spotted Police Chief Collig. The Bayport police commander stormed across the room. Con, hearing the commotion, came hurrying after him.
    â€œYou two are prohibited from speaking to anybody but your parents and lawyers,” Collig said with a wag of his finger. He motioned to the officer with his head. “Split them up,” he said crisply. “Interrogation Two and Five.” The officer immediately ushered Iola and Callie away.
    â€œWhat was that—what is this—all about?” Frank asked.
    â€œThis is about you two interfering with an investigation,” Collig replied.
    â€œAn investigation of what?” Joe asked with anger.
    â€œLet it go for now,” Con said.
    â€œI don’t want these two anywhere near this case,” Collig said to Con. “Am I clear?”
    â€œCrystal,” Con replied curtly.
    Just then Chief Collig’s assistant called to him from across the room. “Chief,” he said, holding up a phone receiver, “it’s the mayor again.” Collig let out a heavy breath, turned and went to his office.
    â€œCome on, Con,” Frank said when the chief was out of earshot. “What gives?”
    â€œCollig is serious about this, guys,” Con said. “More so than usual. He doesn’t want you two near this case.”
    â€œWhat case?” Joe asked.
    â€œUh-uh, you won’t find out from me.”
    Joe and Frank both gave Con a pleading look.
    â€œAll I can do for you is promise to keep an eye on your friends,” Con said. “It’ll have to be enough for now.”
    â€œFor now,” Joe said curtly.
    â€œThanks, Con,” Frank added, a bit more smoothly.
    â€œI have to go check on them.” Con turned to head off toward where Callie and Iola had been led moments before.
    Frank and Joe looked at each other and shook their heads.
    â€œYou watch?” Joe asked.
    Frank nodded his head. “You snoop around for some clues.”
    The brothers, who were frequent visitors to the Bayport Police Station, nonchalantly walked across the room to Con Riley’s desk. Nobody looked up from what they were doing to question their presence there.
    Joe leaned back against Con’s desk, while Frank stationed himself a few feet away, his eyes glued to the hallway where the interrogation rooms were located. Joe yawned, stretched, and leaned back. On the desk were stacks of folders, a coffee cup, pencils, pens, and other clutter.
    Con’s not usually this messy, Joe thought. From where Joe was standing he was unable to see fullythe file folders and papers that were at the center of the desk.
    That’s probably what I want to read, Joe thought. It’s what he’s currently working on.
    Joe moved his body along the desk, using one hip to shift a stack of files a bit to give him a clearer view of the papers he wanted a better look at. He spotted an arrest warrant sitting on top of a file folder. He couldn’t make out what it said, though.
    Joe stretched and yawned once more, and as he moved his arms behind his back, he swiped the folder and warrant to the floor. They landed on the opposite side of the desk from where he was standing.
    â€œClumsy me,” he said to nobody in particular. Joe circled the desk and moved the chair out of the way so he could get to the papers. The arrest warrant, he could now read, was for Callie Shaw and Iola Morton. Joe scanned the legal mumbo jumbo, looking for the reason the warrant was issued. His eyes went wide.
    â€œRobbery?” he mumbled.
    Joe was so perplexed by what he just read that he failed to hear his brother coughing.
    â€œJoe” came a harsh whisper two seconds later, followed by what sounded like Frank going into a huge coughing fit. That caught the younger Hardy’s attention. He immediately began to scoopup the papers and folder he had pushed off the desk. As he began to stand up he chanced a quick glance at the top page inside the file. Again