The following day Kate goes to work. Castle finds himself doing what he does best, snooping. He finds himself outside another cookie cutter home in another New Jersey neighborhood. He gets out of the car, and approaches the house. He finds a teenager in the driveway shooting hoops. He looks at the boy, and heads up the driveway.

"Excuse me I'm looking for Rebecca Davidson."

"She's at work can I help you?"

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen," he answers.

"Shouldn't you be in school?"

"I'm home schooled."

"What's your name?"

"Jacob."

"Jacob can I ask you a few questions?"

"Are you a cop?"

"Unfortunately I am not."

Jacob squints at him, "I recognize you. I saw you on T.V.. You're a writer."

"Yes, I am."

"Doing research for a book?"

"Sort of."

"Mister Castle how is it that I can help you?"

"I don't know if you can."

"You think that my mother can?"

"I am working on a story regarding a little boy who went missing. He was your mother's..."

Jacob cuts him off, "Dominick."

"You know who I'm talking about?"

"Yes. My parents divorced because of it."

"What do you mean?"

"My dad was afraid of losing his job, for the role he had in it."

"What role would that be?"

"Making sure that there was no evidence."

"Your father took him?"

"My mother."

"You're admitting that?"

"I hate my parents. I would love to see both of them go to jail."

"Why?"

"They ruined a little kid's life. They took him from his mother."

"And they got away with it."

"For now. Why do you want to talk to my mother?"

"To ask her where Dominick is."

"He stayed with us for a while. Once things cooled off my mother took him to Eric."

"So Eric has him?"

"Not anymore."

"What happened?"

"Eric called us a couple of weeks after he took Dominick to Phoenix. Eric is an attorney."

"I read that."

"He represented a man by the name of Felix Quinones. He was about my age."

"Represented him for what?"

"Felix was charged with murder. He was working for his father, Miguel. Miguel is a drug kingpin. Felix was convicted. He was killed in prison in the first week."

"So Miguel found out about Dominick, and killed him in revenge?"

"No. Miguel went to his office to confront him. He saw the picture of Dominick on his desk. He reminded him of Miguel. Miguel's wife, Sara was distraught. She just wanted her son back. Miguel knew that he couldn't resurrect his son. But, he could try to give his wife another son. Since his wife was in an accident, and couldn't have anymore kids, he saw his opportunity. He could make Eric pay, and give his wife what she wanted."

"And he knew that Eric took Dominick."

"Yes."

Castle shakes his head, "How do you know all of this?"

"Because I was ten. I eavesdropped on the conversation."

"So where is Eric?"

"He moved to New Mexico."

"He couldn't report his son missing, when he had already taken him unlawfully."

"Exactly."

"So where is Dominick?"

"As far as I know he is still in Phoenix."

"With the Quinones?"

"Yes."

Castle opens his file folder. He points to the crime scene photo, "Do you recognized this?"

Jacob looks at the picture of the stuffed toy, "Sam."

"You know about Sam?"

"Dominick could hardly sleep without him. He would cry for his mom, and for Sam. When we finally figured out who Sam was my dad went back to the house. He realized that they have moved out, so he took it."

"Did it work?"

Jacob shakes his head, "No. He still cried for his mom every single night."

"Thank you. You've been really helpful," Castle turns to leave.

"Wait, don't you want the address?"

Castle looks at the boy, "Excuse me."

"I have been waiting for this day for five years. My parents think that they have gotten away with it. They both remarried. My mom doesn't feel guilty at all for what she did."

"And your father?"

"He and his wife had a child together."

"Had?"

"He died of SIDS. My father felt like it was his fault, because of what he did. He took Dominick from his mother, and so God took his little boy from him."

"You really have an address?"

"Every day for the past five years I have been waiting for the police to show up at our door. I was ten when they took Dominick. By ten my father had me convinced that criminals never get away with their crimes. I have held onto that hope for all of this time."

"Why didn't you say anything, to anyone?"

"I was always in trouble in school. No one would have believed me, I had a reputation for having quite the imagination. When I told one of my teachers my parents pulled me out of school. They insisted it was a misunderstanding. Neither of my siblings remembered anything."

"So they didn't believe you?"

"My siblings were three, and four. They didn't remember what happened, a year after the fact, but I did."