Fred wouldn't tell. But I found out anyway. The Seven was broken into the night before. But apparently nothing was stolen.
Today the Seven looks normal again. Or not. There're not as many kids as there used to be. But that's not it. There's something off.
Where's the Seven Guy?
Huh? … You're right. He's not here. Maybe he thinks it's still closed?
Or he was the one braking in?
Mark. He's having too much fun being at a crime scene. Guess he'd like to see blood everywhere.
I don't think so. Don't ask. Gut instinct. Something's happened.
Maybe Tony, the waiter, knows something?
Tony, did you see the Seven Guy?
The guy from the corner table? What's he to you?
When did you last see him?
When I opened up today. As usual. Why?
He came today? Where's he now?
Hey, I don't know. He just stared at the wall for a while and then he went. You're too curious for a little kid.
The wall. What did he find on the wall? There are this framed posters. They've always been there. Never changed …
Andy?
Wait a minute. That's odd.
Andy? What's up?
See that poster? Someone opened the frame recently.
Huh? How do you know?
There's a not sun bleached part visible there. Come on, help me.
What?
Help me get this down. But don't touch it directly. Use your sleeves or something.
What for?
To look for prints. We got to find out who opened the frame and why.
Shouldn't you leave that to the police?
Where's your sense for adventure, Sheila?
Hey! What you're doin'?
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After some arguing with Tony I managed to get two prints of the back of the poster frame. Now to the inside.
Hey, hey. That's enough. You're not gonna destroy that poster.
We're not. Just looking.
No. Bugger off. Or you'll get trouble!
Okay, okay.
No such luck.
At least we got two prints. That's a start. Plus those of Seven Guy.
And if nothing's left, I can always tell dad or someone. Then they can investigate officially.
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Nigel? Can we play with your computer?
Ok. But be careful.
Always am.
We're at the morgue. Sheila, Mark, Matty and I. We'll run the prints through the database. See, if someone turns up.
You really know how to do this?
Sure.
Andy knows all 'bout trace.
Thanks, little brother, I wish I would.
Ok. They're all scanned in. Ready? Go!
And now?
Now we wait.
