"Her name is Jamie Lloyd"
John looked at the photo that sat on his desk and examined it for a moment, trying desperately to ignore the lump that was beginning to form in his throat. Though he could see the little girl in the photo, his vision had become somewhat blurred, blocked by the subtle shot of rage that had infiltrated its way into his subconscious. Shaking it off, he shook his head in defiance. "Nah, no way bro. Can't help you with this."
"Dude..." Ricky grabbed the photo from John's desk as if some prized possession and stuffed it back into his shirt pocket. "You gotta check this out man. I mean, just think about it. Myers spent all of those years coming after your mom, she fakes her death and moves here...she starts a life here, gives birth to you, and-"
"And all the while ignoring another child she SUPPOSEDLY had back in Haddonfield?" John interrupted before throwing up his hands and laughing. "Look, I don't know what you just got done smoking, but I definitely could use a little of that."
"The kid was terrorized by Michael Myers for years, John. Look, I know you don't want to believe this about your mom, but-"
"Look, she's pretty messed up in the head. I'll admit that, okay? But she wouldn't-...she wouldn't have-" Just trying to form the words was enough to dry out his mouth, and he looked down at the floor of the police station. "This is crazy."
"Alls I'm sayin' is, it's worth a looking into. I mean, if this girl isn't your sister, then everything goes back to normal."
"And if she IS..."
"There is no IF SHE IS." John exclaimed, elevating his voice to just above a yell. The echo of his voice brought him back down to reality, and looking around the police station at the several officers who were now staring at them, John cleared his throat. "Dude, if there's any truth to this, then-..."
Ricky turned to look at the photo of Keri Tate on John's desk, and he cringed a little. "Then somebody's got some explaining to do, bro."