"So where are we off to Jakey." We had just gotten to the car.

"First things first I hate when you call me Jakey. And second we are off to Le Pallo Pizza."

"Oh I love that place it is quickly rising on my pizza rankings email. What happened?"

"Wait you still do that email about Pizza places in Brooklyn?"

"Oh yes you know that is one of my favorite things plus I am training Nicolaj in American food tastes."

"How is that going?"

"He really likes it he said most things in the orphanage tasted like water and cabbage."

We pulled up to the place. It was a new restaurant in the area. I have not had a chance to go to this one yet but I like my usual places.

The perps must have broken in someplace other than the front. Everything looked solid. We looked in. What looked shiny and extremely like a pizza place was a wreck.

Some one had tipped over all the tables and chairs and three toppings all over the place.

A large man came over and opened the door a crack, "I am sorry we are closed someone broke in last night."

"We have heard, Detective Jake Peralta this is Detective Charles Boyle we have been assigned to the case."

"Oh so sorry. Come in."

He opened the door wide enough for us to get in and then shut it behind us. Looking at this man closer he was a really big dude not fat big but Terry big. Actually he looked like the Italian version of Terry.

"I am Andy Le Pallo. The owner. Can I get you detectives anything?"

"No thanks. So Andy when did you discover the restaurant had been broken in to," asked Charles.

"I get here about 5 in the morning to start prepping the dough and sauces. I like everything to be fresh. So it was then."

"How did they get in? Do you have an alarm system," I asked.

"Let me show you. And yes I gave an alarm system but I let my son set it and he did not set it right," he took us back in the kitchen. Lots of big shiny appliances. Everything was new. Nothing had been touched at all. It was cleaner than when Amy cleans.

"They kicked down the door and get in."

"Andy did they do anything to the kitchen? It looks super clean."

"Nope that is just the way I left it last night."

We walked back into the dining area.

"What in particular is missing," Charles asked.

"They took my cash register and trashed the place. They knocked over all the tables and then dumped soda everywhere."

"Did you and your son leave here at the same time?"

"I left a few minutes before it was like 9:30. We live a few minutes down the street. I had to run to the bodega before they closed to grab a magazine and some gum for my wife otherwise she would nag me all night."

"Is there anyone that you can think of that would do this?"

"None at all. I have only been open a month. Everyone that has come in has enjoyed it. I think I have something that can help you I had a security camera installed but it does not work all the time here is the tape."

"Thank you sir we will look at it. Where is you son we would like to question him since he was the last to leave last night," Boyle asked.

"He is in class. He goes to NYU. He will be here later. If you leave your card I can have him give you a call or we can come over to your office."

Boyle handed him his, "if you and him could come down that would be great," Boyle added.

"Ok we will come by later."

We walked out.

"Really nice guy. I love his pizza, large slices, amazing sauce, the mouth feel is great but his crust is something to be desired," Charles does love his pizza.

"I think that we need to go talk to the bodega people. See if he was actually there last night," I found this suspicious.

We got in the car and drove down the road. With Charles still talking about pizza.