The cool part was the cutlass clamped between my teeth and the rope in my hands as I swung across the bow of the Resolve to rescue Daphne from Mr. Lakin, who was dressed like a plaid-clad pirate captain. The Plaid Pirate Lakin propped his peg leg on top of a treasure chest and threatened Daphne with a metal-hooked hand. Daphne yelled out my name, and that’s when the dream really got weird. Daphne sounded exactly like Joe! “Frank!” she yelled in Joe’s voice. “Wake up, dude!” When I opened my eyes, the twist in my dream suddenly made a lot more sense. Joe really was yelling my name. Bummer. “Can it wait, dude? I was having a really awesome dream,” I muttered, still half-asleep. “What if Mikey shooting the Don was premeditated,” Joe asked excitedly, “just not by Mikey?” That opened my eyes all the way. My Daphne-in-distress fantasy was going to have to stay a cliffhanger. “What have you got?” I asked him. “It’s really been bugging me how sure Mikey seemed about somehow being the one who shot the Don.
