A/N: Alright so... this is very, very short comparatively speaking but... Well, you'll see why at the end. As long as this one is so short, I wanted to add a couple of things I've been meaning to add for a while now.

As several people have pointed out in reviews, or PM's, yes, for right now, this is focusing more on Bobby than Jack. As anyone who read A Casualty Rerun knows, that's kind of how I work. I find the character dynamics between the two fascinating, so I tend to focus on Bobby's reasons and attitudes with Jack, rather than Bobby and Jack if that makes any sense at all. Now, kat mentioned that there hasn't been a whole lot of Jack yet. This is very true. That's changing. As Jack moves in with the Mercers, and starts to adjust, obviously we'll see a lot more of him. Also, to answer a question that several of you have broached: Yes, I will be getting more into detail with Bobby's past. But everything in it's own sweet time. : ) Thanks to Tara Laurel, Starkid McFly, and kat for reviewing the last chapter, and everyone who's reviewed up until this point.

"Sorry, man. Ain't heard from Logsdon in two days. Which is a little bit unusual, I'll admit. Usually the cracker shows up every two days like clockwork, but I ain't seen him around today."

Bobby sighed, leaning back against the gray wall. "A'ight, man. Look, if you see him around, give me a call."

"An' why exactly am I doin' this again, Bobby? You know how bad it is for business when my… 'customers' go missin'."

"Ty, I'm sittin' in Juvie right now, with his step-son he's been diddlin' for the past four years, when he wasn't busy pimpin' the kid out."

There was a cold silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, before Tyrone spoke again, the laughing, joking demeanor gone. "Maybe when Ol' Petey comes by, I just handle the problem myself."

"If only it was that easy, Ty. Logsdon disappeared with mommy and little brother."

"Aw shit."

"Yeah. So just call if he shows up. Keep him there, distract him… Whatever it takes."

"A'ight man. How the hell am I supposed to get a hold of you?"

"You ain't. Got a pen?"

"Yeah, go 'head."

"Alright, number is 313-555-2971. That's Detective Conor Britton."

Another moment of silence on the other end. "Ya know I don't like workin' with the cops, O'Shea. Gotta lotta product I'll have to move."

Bobby flinched, before regaining himself. "If you ain't willin' to do it for the kid, Ty, do it for Jenny."

"Was a low blow, man," Came the quiet response.

"So was the O'Shea crack."

"A'ight, a'ight. Fair enough. I'll call your pet cop if I see anythin'. Take care a yourself, Bobby."

Bobby sighed again, not responding as he hung up the payphone, and turned back towards the waiting area.

Tyrone Higgins had been –a lifetime ago –Jenny's best friend. Ty had looked after Bobby like an older brother for years –even after Jenny's death –until Ty finally felt safe enough leaving the then fourteen year old Bobby with Evelyn.

He sighed, running a hand through his greasy hair as he entered the waiting area. It'd been two days since he'd had a shower, and –

His whole brain shut down momentarily as he seen his mother, standing next to the intake desk, the phone in her hand, a look of horror on her face.

"Ma? Ma, what's goin' on?"

Evelyn slowly hung up the phone, as she turned towards him, one hand on her face, and tears in her eyes. "That was uh… That was Detective Britton."

"And?" Bobby demanded, a sinking feeling settling into his gut. He knew what was coming, but he prayed to God that he was wrong. That just this once, there was gonna be a happy ending.

"They… they just found Pete Logsdon car. In Lake Michigan."

Bobby could only stare in stunned silence for a moment, before finally finding his voice. "The kid?"

"Lisa and Micah Wilcox were both found, strapped in their seats. No survivors. Peter Logsdon was nowhere to be found."

O_O Gasp, I'm a horrible person! Don't worry though, I shan't keep you waiting for long. Already working on the next chapter.