Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Suite Life characters. I do however own, Joel and Simon. Yeah. There's a new character. Buthe isn't really that significant.Ialso mention a street address in this chapter. I just made it up. If there really is that address in Boston, I don't own it.

Carey and Zack went down to the police station. They were going to find out what Joel's last name was and if he had parents or friends. The policeman was an over-weight man who looked more like the Pillsbury Dough Boy thana crime-fighting cop. That didn't matter to either Carey nor Zack. The were on a mission.

After asking the policeman if he could find out Joel's last name he went out back and got out his files. When he came back he had come up with the name Grant. Carey asked if Joel had any parents, but the policeman didn't know. It wasn't something they usually put in a file.

"Operator? We need to contact a Joel Grant," said Carey into a payphone located across the street from the police station. She had taken Zack with her after the policeman had found the name Grantso she could see if she could find Joel.

"I'm sorry. There doesn't seem to be a person registered by that name. Can I help you with something else?" replied the operator after being gone for a minute.

"Um, yeah. Could you tell me how many Grant families are registered in Boston?"

The operator left for another minute. She came back with the massive number of 53. Carey hung up the phone and sighed. "How many Grant's are there?" asked Zack.

"53. It's going to take forever to find Joel's parents. And what if he doesn't live in the Boston? Or what if his parents are dead?"

"Mom. Calm down. You have to stop thinking of the what ifs and start thinking about Cody. He needs us more than he's ever needed us before. Now let's go home and start calling."

"Hey dad?" Cody felt weird about saying the word "dad". He just couldn't put his finger on it why.

"What?" sighed Joel. He was having second thoughts about faking the father buisness with Cody. The kid wouldn't shut up. Every two seconds he was asking things about his past or something stupid.

"I'm hungry. What's to eat?"

"Whatever you can find."

"Okay."

Joel went back to watching T.V. But then he stopped and looked up. Cody was still sitting in the same chair looking at him. "What?"

"I don't know where the kitchen is."

"So wander the house till you find it."

Cody was suprised with the answer but by now he realized what kind of family he was raised up in. He had no mother. She died when he was a baby. Which also ment he didn't have any siblings. Cody finally got up and did what he was told. He wandered around. It turned out the kitchen was right next to the living room. You just couldn't see it because of the wall. Cody opened the refrigerator. There wasn't much in it. Just a jug of milk, some bologna and cheese, and a jar of jelly. He took out the jelly and then he opened every cabinet until he found what he was looking for. Peanut butter and bread. He made his sandwhich and took it to the living room where he sat down in a chair facing the T.V. He took a bite. The bread was a little stale but it tasted okay.

"Hey dad?" said Cody after he finished his sandwhich.

"What already!" Joel practically screamed.

Cody jumped up from the chair. He had not expected for Joel to yell like that. He forgot about his question and asked something else. "Are you mad at me?"

"Yes I am. Just stop asking me all of these questions. I had a bad night last night and I don't want one tonight."

"Did you get drunk last night? Is that why you had a bad night?"

Those questions made Joel's nostrils flare in anguish. He did not need to take this from a thirteen year old boy. He got up and took Cody by the wrist. This made him scream out in pain. Joel ignored his cries and kept moving. He went downstairs and into the room. He threw Cody onto the bed. Joel began punching Cody wherever he could. Cody was scrunched up, arms over his head. He cried out with every blow.

"I didn't get drunk. I was busy chasing you at the park. Don't you remember. You tried to run away," Joel yelled. With every sentence he forced Cody's head up by his hair and slammed it into the wall. By the time Joel was done, Cody was barely consious. He had stopped crying out, but tears still streamed down his face.

"Dad?" When Joel heard Cody's voice, all the anger inside him melted away. This boy, who he had manipulated in the worst way, truly believed that he was his dad.

"What?"

"Was I always this bad of a boy?"

Joel didn't know how to answer that question so he just left, locking the door behind him. Cody was so confused. How could his own father beat him like that. He didn't think he was a bad boy, but now he was forced to think differently. These thoughts were stil in his mind as he drifted off into unconsiousness.

Zack and Carey had gone back to their suite to look up all the Grant's living in Boston. They called one after another after another with no luck. Carey was just about to cross off number 47 when an elderly lady said she did have a son named Joel, but that he didn't live there anymore. "Where does he live?" asked Carey.

"Blue Spruse Avenue, 11167. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, well, I need to see him. He has something of mine that I want back." Carey didn't mention that the thing she wanted back was her son. "Do you know if Joel has any friends?"

"Just one. He wasn't the type of kid to make friends easily. When he comes over to visit he always talks about a guy named Simon. Simon...Fitzgerald. Yes, that's it."

"Thank you so much. You've been a big help." Carey hung up the phone. Zack's face was already in a full smile.

"Did you find out where the friend lives?"

"No. But we can call the operator and ask." After Carey found out where Simon lived she turned to Zack.

"So when are we going to leave? Because we should probably leave right away. We don't want to keep Cody waiting," said Zack. He was practically jumping off the walls because he was so excited. It hadn't even been 24 hours and they already knew where to find Cody.

"Zack. You can't come with me. If something bad happens, I don't want you to get hurt. Joel knows who you are and he wouldn't ever let you in the house."

"But I'm sure he knows you, too. He was watching us."

"No. He was watching Cody. I haven't been around much lately. I don't think he knows about me. Just stay here. Do you have your cellphone?"

Zack took out his cell phone and nodded. "If you're phone rings and you see my number on the screen, don't pick up. Just call the police and send them to Simon's house. I will send a text message if I find Joel somewhere other than Simon's house. Got it?"

Zack was scared for his mother. He didn't want to leave her. He wanted to go with her, but he knew he couldn't. Carey would never forgive herself if something bad happened to him. "Yeah. I got it."

Carey turned and opened the door. As she stepped out, she looked behind her and said, "I love you, Zack."

"I love you, too," Zack cried jumping into Carey's arms. Carey embraced her son into a long bear hug. Neither one of them wanted to let go, but they knew Carey needed to find Cody as soon as possible.

"Joel. How much longer are you and that kid going to stay at my house?"asked Simon. He had been upstairs taking a nap.

"Not long. I'm going to kill him tonight, once and for all," replied Joel cooly.