TRIVIA: Who's Miranda Hogan?

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"Wow." Sue said, seeing the inside of the tunnel. It was now late, but a team strung lights down the whole tunnel and rooms, so it was bright enough to see everything clearly. "This goes on for forever!"

"2 miles, to be exact." Tara clarified.

"But it does feel like an eternity, believe me." Myles complained. "I'm aching all over from running through it in its' entirety."

The women smiled widely, then they walked into the first room, which resulted in their jaws dropping. It was a ginormous room, filled with paintings, both famous and not, a painting studio, everything a thief would need to either store or copycat famous paintings and sell them, saying they're the real deal.

"No one could build all this in a couple months. Even in a year!" Sue exclaimed, looking around, her eyes wide.

Jack touched her shoulder. "That's why I'm having Mya do a search on who lived at the house before Clemens." He laughed as his phone started ringing. "Perfect timing." He said, holding the phone up so she would know what he meant. "You got anything?" He said into the phone, answering it.

"The house and neighborhood was built in 1985, and one of the construction workers bought the house. He lived there for almost exactly 5 years. Almost exactly 5 years after the second owner bought it, they moved. And almost exactly 5 years from then, they sold. It's almost perfect, every 5 years, with the exception of one or two, which only lasted a year or so." Mya explained.

"That already sounds suspicious." He replied.

"Wait, it gets better." She said, a smile in her voice. "Every single one of them have an arrest record. Nothing big, petty theft, small-time thieves. But still, something suspicious is going on."

"Sir, I think you want to see this." A forensics specialist said to Myles, handing him a book.

Myles frowned as he put on gloves. "2004. Are these all dated like this?" He asked as he took the book. The specialist nodded, then went back to his duties. Myles took a sharp intake of breath when he opened the book. "Myles Leland III, Miranda Hogan. This is a whole list of names!" He exclaimed."

"Oho." Jack replied, chuckling. "Myles is in a criminal's book, and now has a passion project again."

"This time, he's going down. I don't care what comes up." He determinedly said, slammed the book shut, and walked out of the room. All three of them laughed at the sight.

"Jack." Bobby said, walking into the room.

"Where's Barky? I thought you were staying up with him?" Jack asked.

"It's about Barky."

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"What about this color?" Carla asked.

"It looks the same as the other one." Bob replied.

"No, it does not! It has more of a yellow hue." She exclaimed.

"But still, it's cream."

"This, is cream." She said, holding up a swatch, then the one in question. "This, is buttercream!"

"You know what? I'm not even going to argue with you. You're just worried about Sue, and torturing me with wedding color issues to keep your mind busy." He replied, hands up in defeat.

"Well, when she texts saying she can't make it home for dinner, I worry!" She defensively replied.

"I know. How about we talk about something that is productive, like where we want our wedding to be?"

Carla nodded. "Yes, I guess that would be more productive. And important."

Bob smiled. "Well, I was thinking…"

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"Hello," Jack confusedly said, seeing an older woman with Barky when he, Sue, Tara and Bobby emerged from the hole.

"Hi, I just wanted to thank you so much for taking care of Munchkin. We were on a walk earlier, and he just squirmed out of my grasp." The woman said.

"Your welcome." He replied with a smile, then knelt down to the dog. "We had fun, didn't we?" He asked as he petted him.

"My kids gave me this dog, thinking I was lonesome. He's a lot to handle, more than I have the energy for!"

"Yeah, puppies are a lot of work. But they're good work, right?" He replied to the woman, then turned to the dog.

The woman smiled through her mask as she watched Jack interact with the dog. "You know what? You can have Munchkin."

He looked at her in shock. "What?"

"Keep him. I can't keep up with him, and something tells me you can."

"I, I can't do that, it's your dog!" He replied.

"Yes, you can. I just have two conditions."

"Anything." Jack replied, still in shock.

"One, I can come visit anytime I want, and two, you buy me a smaller, much more manageable pet."

He smiled widely through his mask. "You got a deal."

"You have something I can write on? I'll give you my address, and you can pick him and his things up in an hour."

"Thank you so much, but really, you don't have to do this!" He exclaimed, handing her the backside of one of his business cards, and a pen.

The woman smiled. "Yes, I do. I can't take care of him properly, and you seem like the kind of man that can. See you in an hour." She said as she wrote. Once she finished and handed him the card and pen back, she walked away.

"What just happened?" Sue asked, unsure because the woman wasn't wearing a clear mask.

"She just, she just gave me her dog." Jack replied in shock. "Barky's coming home with us!" The couple smiled. Their little family just doubled.