The police officer walked out of his cruiser along with my mom. He knocked on Brent’s door and his mom answered, “Well aren’t we up all bright and bushy-eyed. Good morning Officer.” Brent’s mom’s kind voice fluttered in the morning air.

“Good morning Mrs. McCullen, is your son here?”

“Yes but I’m afraid he’s asleep still.”

“Do you know where he was yesterday?”

“Of course. He was out on his ol’ boat. Came back round…oh…7 and was out there cleaning it until 10.”

“Do you know if he was with anyone?”

“Oh golly I hope so. Brent needs a girlfriend dearly. Seems to just sit around the house and mope all the time.”

“Was he with Jameson?”

“Oh gosh no. The poor dear has been locked away from our home since….well forever.”

“Okay thank you.”

This entire time my mother has been sitting in the wings looking smug, but as the officer walked away her smug smile faltered, “Wait, you aren’t cuffing him….again?!”