"My mom's gone," Hilary smiled as they walked into her house. Now they would be able to work on the clue together and figure out what they could about it. Hilary ran to the TV and turned it on. They needed an icebreaker because they were all very depressed. They had no idea if Lalaine was dead or alive.

"Blah, the election," Kelly said as she heard the voices of the TV coming on. Governor Ellis was standing behind a podium, doing a press conference.

"Wait, keep it on!" Danny said before Hilary could turn the channel.

"Why?" Mary Kate asked.

"Just listen," Danny said. Everyone stopped moving as they listened to what he was saying.

"The recent bank robbing of Erekita has been devastating," Ellis rambled on, "but nothing have been more devastating than the disappearance of Miss Lalaine Paras and her family. With just a puddle of blood found in her kitchen and the signs of struggle found in her bedroom, we can only guess that she is either in great despair or is dead already. We can only hope for the best: That she is safe and sound. But unfortunately, the Erekita Police Department has too much going on as of late to investigate this case thoroughly, but I promise to all of my public that I will do whatever is in my power to find Miss Lalaine and her family and return them to their friends and family as soon as possible. And if that means putting my best people on the case, then so be it! Now, any questions?" The crowd roared in applause on the TV as Hilary turned the TV off.

"That guy is pretty nice," Hilary said. "He wants to help find her."

"Yeah, that is pretty cool," Matt agreed. Danny was finally a bit at ease about Lalaine's disappearance. With Ellis putting his best people in charge of finding her, he knew it would only be a matter of time before he would meet the love of his life once more.

"Let's get working," Aaron said as he shut the door. Kelly nodded and pulled the glove out of her pocket. She shook the hair out of her face and walked over to Hilary. Hilary lead them all into the living room and sat down on one of her 4 couches. Everyone else took seats there as well.

"Ok, you wait here. I'll go get the white pages," Hilary said. She got up and walked off.

"Michael T. Weiss," Angel repeated his name, "Why does his last name sound so familiar?"

"I agree, I've heard it before," Francisco held her hand. She smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"You guys can't remember where, then?" Tom asked them. They shook their heads. They couldn't remember at all. Hilary came in seconds later with the big book of yellow instead of the small white pages.

"I thought you were getting the white pages," Danny said. She had a shocked look on her face.

"No need...My parents left a note about where they went and I know exactly where to look," Hilary said. She pulled the sheet of paper from the top of the yellow pages and read it aloud, "‘Hilary, your dad, sister and I have gone to Weiss' House of Blues.'" She stopped there. The rest was just about what she could eat for dinner if she was not going to be hanging out with her friends. She sat down on the couch again and put the yellow pages on the coffee table.

"Exactly! That's the hottest place in town! I knew I recognized that name from somewhere," Angel exclaimed suddenly. Francisco nodded his head. That's what he had recognized as well.

"So, we gotta get going then, right?" Tom asked.

"Not exactly. It's for people over 18. We're not over 18...yet..." Kelly said.

"Ok...well, we're close aren't we?" Danny asked, "Shouldn't that be enough?"

"You guys, don't be dense. They let everyone in that's close enough to 18. That's just for people that are like 14. They just make us sit far from the bar," Mary Kate laughed. They all sighed of relief.

"Ok, so now we got to find this place," Hilary said as she opened the yellow pages. She began to search through them. "Is it a coffee house or a jazz house?"

"Both," Francisco said, "They do poetry and serve coffee and alcohol, but when nobody has poetry the jazz band will play."

"How do you know that?" Matt asked him.

"Because my mom and Rich go there all the time," Francisco groaned, "God, I hate Rich." They all knew this already but Francisco thought it was necessary to remind them from time to time.

"Ok, here we go! 7th and Hegree! That's where we are going," Hilary said suddenly. They all nodded and stood to their feet.

"Ok, let's go," Danny said. They all walked out of the house. Hilary left the yellow pages open to the big add for Weiss' House of Blues. Owner: Michael T. Weiss.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Here we are," Kelly smiled as they walked over to the doors. The bodyguard stood tall and buff in front of the door, blocking their entrance.

"ID." he said simply.

"Here you go, playa," Matt said to him, trying to be cool. He handed him his driver's licence. The bodyguard stepped aside so he could walk inside. When everyone else tried to follow, the man stood in the way again.

The bodyguard chuckled falsely, "Everyone." One at a time they all showed their driver's license and walked into the coffee house. The jazz band was blasting the blues. They walked around the place, and then when the jazz band stopped, they were stumped.

"What now? Who do we talk to?" Angel asked them. Danny had walked off and was on his way to the jazz band. When they noticed, they followed him.

"Excuse me," Danny asked the guy who was playing the trumpet, "Do you know where we can find Michael T. Weiss?"

"Uh...he's not here at the moment...he's at home...why do you want him?" the trumpet player asked.

"We think he may know where our friend is," Francisco spoke up. The man shook his head.

"I doubt it," the trumpet player continued, "He doesn't concern himself with those that are younger than him. He's a very busy man. Owning this piece and making sure his daughters are taken care of. Now, unless you have a request I suggest that you get away."

"Superstitious!" Kelly requested. Everyone looked at her and she smiled.

"Surely," the man said, pulling his trumpet to his lips.

"No! Wait!" Danny said, "We have reason to believe that he kidnaped her! If we don't talk to him we're going to go to the police."

"You don't have to do that, now," the trumpet player instructed.

"Where the hell is he then?" Aaron asked. They were starting to get impatient.

"None of your damn business, minor, now get the hell away from me before I have you kicked out!" the trumpet player roared. Nobody heard him though; the place was loud with it's audience.

"We'll get this place shut down because we're working with the cops! We'll get you kicked out of Erekita if you don't give us his address," Matt yelled at him.

"You're bluffing," the trumpet player said calmly.

"Try us!" Mary Kate screamed at him.

"Impersonating an officer is a serious crime," the trumpet player informed them.

"Doesn't make us no difference because we're not impersonating no one. We're the real deal Holyfield and we'll have the place shut down before you can even blow a high C!"Angel cried. The trumpet player sighed.

"Fine, but if he asks, you didn't get the address from me, alright? 842 Cafund street. Got it?" The group nodded.

"Sorry for any inconvenience," Danny said as they walked away. Kelly ran back and whispered to the trumpet player. He nodded. Then she ran back to them and walked along with them.

"What'd you just do?" Tom asked.

"Nothing, nothing at all!" Kelly giggled as they walked out of the coffee house. Just as they were leaving, the song Superstitious began to be played by the jazz crew. Kelly sighed dreamily as they left the place behind.

"842 Cafund street, right?" Hilary asked. Everyone nodded.

"I didn't see your mom or dad or even your sister in there," Aaron reminded Hilary. She looked at him.

"You're right," she said, talking to him for the first time in 2 weeks.

"They lied?" Tom asked.

"I dunno," Francisco interrupted, "But at this moment there is a lot going down in the little town of Erekita and it's not good at all." Kelly nodded and hopped in the car.