TRIVIA: Who's Ann? (she's from the show!)

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"Hey Mya, what's up?" Jack asked when he answered his phone and put on speaker so everyone in the car could hear as he drove.

"We just finished talking with one of Peter's friends, one that saw him the evening he disappeared." Mya answered.

"And?" Bobby asked.

"And something doesn't make sense. According to this kid, he was last seen with a baseball star, going off to see some memorabilia."

"Which matches up with what we found out. Peter was seen with a baseball star, the man claiming Peter was his son." Jack explained.

"Was it Darryl Lundy?" She asked.

"You got it. We're on our way to his home now. He lives in Maryland." Bobby explained.

"Why on earth would a baseball star steal a kid?" Josh asked, his voice faintly coming through the phone.

Jack slightly shook his head as he continued to drive. "I have no idea. But we're going to find out soon! We're almost there."

"Keep us updated!" Mya exclaimed. "We're going to ask a few more people before we come back home.

"Will do! See you soon!" He said, then hung up the phone.

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"So, have you thought of any ideas to cheer up Myles?" Lucy asked when she and Sue were having lunch in between their shifts from teacher to FBI employee and vice versa.

Sue sadly shook her head, frowning slightly. "No, unfortunately. I know from personal experience that time is the best medicine, but we should really let him know that we're always here if he needs it."

She nodded in reply. "Yeah, we should at least do that. How do you think we could do it, though?"

She frowned in thought, then widely smiled at her friend. "The wake and funeral are probably going to be Friday and Saturday, right?" Lucy shrugged, so she continued. "We should do our thing Thursday evening. I think I have some calls to make." She suspiciously said, taking out her phone.

Before she could do anything, Chris was pulling on her sleeve. "Mommy, Mommy, what's for lunch?"

She chuckled as she looked at her friend, the boy, then back to her friend. "I guess my project will have to wait a bit."

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The agents looked around the fancy estate as they waited for someone to answer the door. Bobby whistled. "I wonder what it's like living here?"

Jack smiled at his friend. "Probably like you live at a hotel. Or you're a king."

"It's not that big." Myles countered. "I've seen bigger. My parents' home is a bit smaller, but," his voice trailed off, his mind lost in thought.

The two friends sadly looked at him, knowing they couldn't really do anything for him.

"Can I help you?" A woman asked as she poked her head out the door, breaking the deafening silence.

"Yes, uh, can we talk with Mr. Lundy, please?" Jack asked, composing himself.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No, but I think he'll want to talk to us." Bobby replied, holding up his badge.

"One moment." She said, eyeing the badge, then disappearing behind the door.

"What was that about?" Bobby confusedly asked, still staring at the door.

Jack shrugged. "Maybe she's afraid of the police."

"That's a person I ought to worry about, then." He quietly replied.

"What, you think she's the thief?" His friend jokingly asked.

He received a glare back. "No, of course not!"

"Some people are just leery of authority, especially since most authority figures abuse it."

"You're right about that." Bobby replied. By this time, the door creaked open and the woman peered from behind the door. "Come in. I will show you to Mr. Lundy.

Jack smiled at the woman. "Thank you."

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Sue happily smiled. It was later on and she shad a bit of free time. She'd already compiled a list of people to call in her 'Cheer Up Myles!' campaign, but now it was time to actually start calling. Once she imputed the first number, she waited for the person to answer. "Hello, Ann?" Sue asked after the interpreter said the call was connected. "It's Sue Thomas Hudson. Do you think you could help us on Thursday?"