Disclaimer: I don't own MTNN.

It was the third day when an officer from the precinct Neuro had made a bet with came in with new information.

They had arrested Lowen.

Apparently, the safe in the study he had been waiting for Mr. Davenheim in had been broken into and all the jewelry kept in there had been stolen. Lowen claimed innocence, but his finger prints were found on the safe. He had no explanation for how they got there, claiming he had never touched it before in his life.

A common thief called Billy Kellett, known to the police after having served three months the previous year for pick-pocketing, saw Lowen throw Davenheim's ring into a roadside ditch on the Saturday Davenheim had died. He picked it up and pawned it in London, got drunk on the proceeds, got arrested and is himself in custody.

The officer concluded his report by giving me a dirty look and saying "You can't claim we didn't hold up our end of the deal. We're even giving you all the information we received.

I tried to apologize and explain, but the officer would hear none of it.

Well, it was for the better I suppose. Neuro would throw a fit if he realized I let on that I didn't want to go through with the bet. I still couldn't help but feel bad.

I just had a couple points to confirm before I could supply the proof to Neuro and my answer.

I started by calling Neuro and asking him to find out if Mr. and Mrs Davenheim had shared a bedroom lately; a question that normal people would balk from asking, but Neuro was more than happy to-knowing I was close to the answer.

I only needed one more thing.

"A very nicely done puzzle." Kira's voice. She had the annoying habit of showing up when and where I least expected her. This time it was from under the couch.

"Makes me wish I had thought of it myself. Though it has a much gentler feeling then mine; don't you think?" Kira slid around the couch and approached my chair.

I had learned early on most of her questions were rhetorical. And the look she always had in her eyes of taking in ever move and sound I made and analyzing it, gave me the feeling I should give her as little to analyze as possible.

"Could you possibly check something out for me?" I decided if she was going to spy on my work, she might as well make herself useful.

She grinned a familiar looking evil grin. "Every favor has its price." She sniffed at the desk drawer. "Two boxes."

I scowled at her. Of course.

I pulled two boxes of pocky from the drawer and handed it to her. "Deal?"

Her grin widened as soon as they were in her hand. "Deal. Give me seven minutes." And she crawled out the window.

I only hoped she remembered there was a squad car watching the place.

.

Seven minutes later, I had the number 143 from Kira, and a negative from Neuro.

Proof acquired.

All that was left was the explanation.

Which Neuro insisted we leave for tomorrow.

Drama Queen.