That evening at supper, Scott brought Alan up – to – date on the latest conversation he and Mystery Inc. had.
"Okay. I think we should warn Mary and George ahead of time so they would be expecting a phone call from Mystery Inc. we can do this when we're finished putting the dirty dishes away," Alan told his younger brother.
"Good idea, Alan. Since you just got home from school, let me make that telephone call. You must be tired by now," Scott told him.
"I think that's a very good idea. I am tired, but I do still have a bit of energy left to help you do the dishes," Alan said.
"Okay, but I can still do that by myself," he told Alan.
The two brothers finished eating and a couple of minutes later, Alan and Scott were drying the dishes and putting them away. Alan had always wanted to help Scott out with the dishes every evening since doing it with two people went a lot faster. None of them said a word while drying the dishes.
Scott watched as Alan put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher. After Alan had slammed the door shut, Scott watched as Alan stretched his arms. While doing that, Alan gave a long yawn.
"I'm tired, Scott. Busy day with those kids today, so I'll just say good – night right now so I'll see you first thing in the morning," Alan said to Scott.
"All right, bro. Sleep well," Scott said.
He watched Alan head up the stairs to bed. After Alan had disappeared, Scott went straight to the telephone and called their adoptive parents, George and Mary back in Memphis.
"Hello?" Scott heard George say after the second ring.
"Hi, Dad."
"Good evening, Scott. Is there anything your mother and I can do for you and Alan?" he asked.
"Well, Dad, actually there is something you both can do. Alan and I have hired a group of detectives to look into Coach Presley's death," Scott began.
He heard Mary's voice just then.
"Who are you speaking to, George?" Scott heard Mary ask.
"Scott," George answered.
"Your mother and I are both here so we can hear what you want to tell us," George told him.
"Mom, I was just telling George that Alan and I hired a group of detectives. We want to know what happened to our birth father when he died," Scott told her.
Neither of them replied, so they let Scott continue.
"And I called ahead of time so you both will be expecting a telephone call from them. You two never tell Alan and I about our birth family and the past, so this is where these detectives come in."
"Are they police detectives?" George asked.
He could tell Mary wasn't liking this announcement either.
"Not those kind of detectives, George. They also aren't private detectives. The leader of the group is a lawyer," Scott told them.
"Tell us name of these people," Mary said.
"Mystery Inc.," he answered.
"Name sounds familiar," George replied as he watched his wife nod in agreement.
"This time you two won't be hearing from Fred and his friends," Scott warned them.
"They are the next generation," Scott finished.
"Thank you for telling us. We will be on the lookout," Mary told Scott.
Then the three of them ended their conversation for the evening.