A picture of Jimmy glared up at me. He was decidedly goth, and none too good at it, either. In case we didn't read the article, the subtitle 'missing' was printed under the picture. But that wasn't what I was looking at. Next to him in the picture was Devi.
"What the hell was he doing with Devi?" Nny asked moodily.
"I don't know. Read the article."
"Well, first of all, his full name was Jimmy P. Look that up."
I did. We got a location.
"254. North Court street."
"Nothing about Devi in the article. But there has to be a connection."
"And we can find it later. Right now, we have a few hours to track down Squee. Let's move."

254 North Court street was deserted. We jimmied the lock, and searched the whole house. There was nothing there, and judging by the dust on the floor, there hadn't been for quite some time. Maybe since before Mmy's death, even.
We sat outside the house, racking our brains for something we may have missed. Anything at all. Nothing came to mind.
Suddenly I sat up.
"His bear." Nny groaned.
'I hate that bear!"
"No, really, did he take it with him?"
"I don't think so."
I started the car and threw it into gear, speeding off toward home.

"They're baaaaaack." Shouted MEAT when we burst through the door.
I ran into the living room. Luck of lucks, the bear was lying on the couch. Watching TV.
"Hey you. Bear!"
The bear turned to look at me.
"I prefer Shmee, but yes, what can I do for you?"
Nny came up behind me. Shmee did not look pleased.
"Keep that neanderthal away from me. He's a bit to trigger-happy for me." The bear gestured to the stitches criss-crossing his cloth body.
"Shmee, we have to find Squee. He's been kidnapped."
"I know." Said the bear, turning back to the TV.
"And that doesn't worry you?!?"
"He'll be ok." Said the bear. "He always is."
I almost flew across the room. Picking up the oversized bear and pinning him to the wall. There was a knife in my hand suddenly, I wasn't quite sure where I got it.
"Listen, Bear, we are going to find Squee and bring him back. We are going to see that his kidnapper gets a nice little vacation to the basement." Nny looked happy.
"And if you don't help us I'm going to tear you to bits and so help me there won't be anyone to sew you back together!" I made like to stab the bear.
"Okay, geez!" Shmee shouted, throwing his arms up in a show of defeat. "You win!"
I turned back to Nny. "You're right. I don't like the little fuzzball either."