Horatio and Kyle arrived at the Ham & Eggery five minutes before seven. Kyle was still sleepy. He hadn't slept very well last night. Horatio, however, seemed fine. If he was tired, you wouldn't be able to tell it.

"He should already be here," Horatio told Kyle.

About that time, a door opened from a 2009 Mustang and a young man got out of it. At first, Horatio, or Kyle, didn't recognize who it was until the young man began walking towards them. He was wearing jeans, black boots, a black undershirt, and a tan color button up-and-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was shaggy looking. He wore a cross necklace and had a silver ring on his right ring finger. Attached to his belt, on the right side, was a gun and a police badge.

"Good morning Uncle H, Kyle," the young man said.

"Cameron?" Kyle asked. The young man nodded. "You look different."

Cameron just laughed. "Well, it's because I'm not wearing my biker gear," he said. "And I don't have helmet hair."

Horatio just laughed. "Where is your bike?" he asked. "And where did you get that car?"

"The bike belongs to a friend of mine. He and I work together in the crime lab. He came down a week ago to visit his parents who live in Orlando. I let him borrow my car," Cameron said, as he pointed to the Mustang he got out of, "to come down here because his bike was have some repairs made and wasn't ready in time."

Horatio looked confused. "I thought you said that the bike was yours," he said.

Cameron scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, well, 'was' is the key word." Horatio looked more confused. "I sold it to Evan a while back and bought that beauty," Cameron explained. "And I couldn't part with my biker gear, so I kept it. Plus, I'm working on a bike."

Horatio just shook his head. "Shall we go in, gentlemen?" Horatio asked.

And so, Horatio, Kyle, and Cameron walked on into the Ham & Eggery for breakfast. After they ordered, Horatio and Cameron began catching up on old times. Kyle didn't say much. He wasn't sure what to say, until Cameron got his attention. He began asking Kyle about school, what his plans were after he graduated, and what it was like living with Horatio. Horatio just laughed. He had warned Kyle that Cameron liked to play twenty questions. Soon, their waitress came by and told them their food would be out soon. Horatio took this opportunity to run to the restroom. Once he was out of earshot, Kyle looked over at Cameron and got his attention.

"Can I ask you something?" Kyle asked.

Cameron nodded. "Shoot."

"Why are you here, in Miami?" Kyle asked.

Cameron just sighed. He knew this question would probably come up. "I can't give you the specifics," Cameron said as he dropped to a whisper. Kyle leaned forward so he could hear better, "but what I can tell you is this: I'm here investigating a homicide."

When Cameron didn't say anything else, Kyle leaned back. "That's what dad said, too," he told Cameron. He had hoped Cameron would tell him more, but he didn't. About that time, Horatio returned from the restroom just as their food came out.

"Good timing," Cameron said as Horatio sat down.

"Why, thank you," Horatio said.

As Horatio sat down, the waitress sat the food down on the table. "Can I get you gentlemen anything else?" she asked, politely. All three of them said no and began eating. After about fifteen minutes, or so, they had all finished eating. The waitress came around again and refilled Horatio's and Cameron's coffees. After another fifteen minutes of the three men talking, Horatio stood up. Kyle followed, then Cameron.

"She hasn't brought us our bill," Horatio said. Cameron just laughed. "Did you…?"

"Learn from the best?" Cameron asked. Kyle looked really confused.

Horatio looked down at the ground and smiled. "You didn't have to."

"You're right. I wanted to," Cameron said. About that time Cameron's phone went off. "Excuse me, gentlemen." They both nodded as Cameron started walking outside.

"Dad, what was that about?" Kyle asked.

Horatio gave a small laugh. "When I use to talk Cameron and his parents out to eat, I'd pay our waiter or waitress before the bill and tell whoever it was that served us to keep the rest of it as a tip," Horatio explained. "Depending on the type of restaurant would depend on how much I would give the server."

Kyle nodded in acknowledgement. About that time, Cameron came back in.

"Uncle H," Cameron said. Horatio turned his attention back to his godson. "Something's come up."