Jor? You have a John Doe today?
Two. Why?
Ask your daughter.
Huh? Why? Andy?
Here.
I give mom the printout of the Seven Guy's file.
I took prints of the Seven Guy. That's a man who hangs out at the Seven. He's there the whole day. Every day. But today he wasn't. And ...
Andy. What's this … Seven Guy … got to do with …
That's him! I ran the prints through the databases. At Nigel's computer. They match!
You what?
Mom! He wasn't homeless. We've got to find his family!
'We' don't do anything. But you're right. He wasn't homeless. Too clean.
What's the c.o.d.?
Oh, that was easy. He was shot.
See, dad? I'm right!
Huh?
We don't know that yet. Your daughter thinks your John Doe was after a killer I put away twelve years ago.
What? But if you put him away …
He was a robber too. We never found the loot. And he's on probation. Tell your mom your story, Andy.
That guy put the money in a poster frame at the Seven. And he came back to take it. The Seven was broken into two days ago. That was him!
The John Doe?
Oh, come on, mom!
Noo! Bob Terence! The killer!
And what's got the John Doe …
He found out! Somehow. He was at the Seven all the time. And he noticed that someone opened the frame. And then he disappeared.
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I had to tell mom every step. She isn't as mad as dad, but still …
She told Nigel to get an ID for the Seven Guy and to verify my findings at the Seven.
We're back at the precinct. Mom and dad argued about if we should come with them. Dad said no. But Matty and I wouldn't go home on our own. And mom figured that they could control us better if we stayed.
Mommy, can we watch? Pleease?
Now Matty's curious too. We've come this far on our own. But now we're out.
No. You two stay in daddy's office. You hear me?
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I'm grounded for like forever. And mom confiscated my fingerprinting set.
I only had that for a few days!
This is so unfair. I kinda solved this case on my own! Dad reopened it officially now. And I'm out of it.
Matty's fine. He's not grounded at all. He can go out play with his friends tomorrow. I got to get home and stay there. And mom asked grandpa to make sure I do! I'm ten now! I don't need a babysitter! Guess they don't trust me anymore.
And the worst thing of this whole mess? My parents know me too well. They know exactly how to punish me. They basically ignored me the whole evening. And they didn't say a word about the case! Not only not to me but to each other although! This is like hell! They always talk about there cases. But they know too damn well I enjoy listening. And they cleaned up all the case files! Mom and dad like going through case files in the living room. And they always have some there. They took them away! No more reading them for me.
Why can't I have parents that don't have a clue about what their kids are doing? Mine are rarely at home but they know me too well.
