I sat at my desk, mulling over the information I had heard Spencer whisper to Guster. Why would they withhold information from the department? I knew they were stupid but to purposely break the law. I was going to see them rot in jail if it was the last thing I ever did.
I noticed Spencer come bounding into the station like a rabbit on crack with Guster walking cautiously behind him. "Hey Lassie," Spencer smiled, coming up to my desk. My eyes narrowed as I looked up at the lawbreaker.
"What is it Spencer?" I grumbled, not in the mood for his shenanigans.
"Well I had some information about the case. I was going to see Chief Vick about it. I already let Jules know. I was wondering if you wanted to come hear it too."
"I guess," I sighed, standing from my chair and followed the bumbling idiots to Vick's office.
I stood in the corner of the room, to avoid them hearing my laughter in the background as the idiots pretended to divine whatever it was they were about to divine.
"So I'm getting an 'M'," he stated, placing his fingers to his temple, "Yes it's the perp, his name…I'm getting an M. Matt, Mitch, Millie. No, that's not right. It's the story of a lovely lady who was bringing up three very lovely girls…all of them had hair of gold like their mother; the youngest one in curls."
"The Brady Bunch, Mr. Spencer," Chief Vick asked curiously.
"It's the story of a man named Brady. Who was busy with three boys of his own. They were poor men, living all together…yet they were all alone."
"I think that's four, Shawn," Gus corrected.
"I've heard it both ways," Shawn replied defiantly.
"Mike Brady," I supplied, tired of Spencer's off-key singing.
"That's it," Spencer yelled, looking at me a bit wary. How had I figured that out so fast? I could see the question written across his face, but it vanished as he turned back to Chief Vick, "The man in her house, he went by the name Michael Brady. I can see it."
"I did see a letter from her mother on the kitchen counter that mentioned a Michael Brady. I didn't think anything of it though," O'Hara admitted, backing Spencer's story.
"Is that all Mr. Spencer?" she asked curiously. He nodded his head yes. "Well let's check it out then people," Vick shouted, shooing us out of her office to get on task. I glared at the idiots before moving to my desk to review the results of the search I had already begun on a Michael Brady before Spencer had arrived.
