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others.
    â€œI’m not surprised,” Kay said. “He’s
all
about flash.”
    â€œAnd not much to back it up,” Ray added.
    â€œHe’s got a whole calendar of appearance dates and a maze-architect schedule,” Joe continued. “Nothing here about coming to Cape Breton, though, or any mention of your dad’s festival.”
    â€œAlso no surprise,” Kay muttered.
    While Joe clicked away in the background, the twins gave Frank names and descriptions of people he could ask about Blackstone’s whereabouts.
    Joe finally closed his computer. “I managed to get his e-mail addresses and his telephone numbers,” he said with a grin, “and even his cell phone number. We can contact him directly, if we want.”
    â€œYou’re a genius hacker,” Frank said, copying the numbers into his PDA. “First, let’s see if we can track him down without him knowing about it,” Frank said.
    â€œI haven’t told you the best part,” Joe said. “Turns out he has a U.S. driver’s license, which I copied onto this CD. Point me to a printer, and I can get us some mug shots to work with.”
    â€œThere’s one in my room,” Ray said. “Help yourself.”
    Joe took the disc from his computer and printed out a dozen copies of Vincenzo Blackstone’s face on Ray’s printer.
    â€œYuck, that’s definitely him,” Kay said when Joe returned with the mug shots.
    â€œThis is great,” Frank said. “I’m going to work the crowd with these—flash them around and see whether anyone’s spotted him.”
    â€œI’ll go with you,” Ray said. “Oh, Dad asked me to give you this card. It’s for the film studio. Skip Jennin is the assistant director, and Dad told him to give you whatever you want.”
    â€œPerfect,” Frank said, pocketing the card. “Okay, I’m out of here. See you at eleven at the stables,” Frank told Joe. “Jousting practice … don’t forget!”
    â€œYou’ll love the horses we picked out for you,” Ray said. “They’re really good with strangers and with the crowds on the field. But I know you both have ridden a lot, so they’re pretty lively, too.”
    â€œI’m so happy you guys are here,” Kay said as she watched Frank leave. “Dad’s been planning this event for years. He’s put all his energy and creativity—”
    â€œAnd money—” Ray interjected.
    â€œAnd
heart
,” Kay continued, “into restoring the maze and sharing it with people. It’s just
got
to be a success. Please don’t let some jealous jerk ruin it!”
    â€œWe’re on it,” Joe assured her. “Don’t worry.”
    Joe grabbed his computer and headed back up to the guest suite to drop it off. He pulled a lightweight blue sweater over his T-shirt and left the room. As he walked back toward the large, sweeping staircase, he peered down the small corridor that Frank had followed in the middle of the night.
    Joe looked around. There was no one else on the second floor he could see or hear, so he headed straight for the door that Frank had told him about. It was unlocked, so he stepped into the room. He waited for a minute, but he heard nothing.
    Remembering the description that Frank had given, Joe headed straight across the room to the closet with the medieval costumes. He pulled the hanging clothes aside to reveal the hidden door in the back wall of the closet. It was wide open, and the small stairway was awash with light from the room above. Joe heard someone pacing back and forth just beyond the top of the stairs. The sound suddenly stopped, and a familiar voice called out.
    â€œIs someone down there?” Joe heard Alan say. ‘Who’s there—Kay? Ray?”
    â€œIt’s Joe. May I come up?”
    Alan walked to the top step and stared down atJoe. “Might as well,”