“Jack, Jack…” officer Tim Langdon shook the unconscious body of Jack Winston the Third.
“Jack are you okay?” Slowly Jack drifted once again back into consciousness.
“Langdon where were you?” Jack asked.”Did you see what happened?”
“I saw you pass out after you took the eye from me. None of us went anywhere,” he said gesturing to the room full of officers. “You’ve been unconscious for the past five minutes. Listen I think you should go home. I can’t imagine the stress of seeing your grandfather this way. I’ve made some calls and you are free to go.”
“But I don’t want to go home, I’m working on this case.”
“Listen just go home rest up and come back tomorrow Jack.”
“I told you I prefer to be called John. There’s only one Jack in my family and he’s lying on the ground.” replied John Winston III . As John left he made a point not to return the glass eye. He had a feeling it may be important.

Author Note: In this story Jack is short for John Jack the third shall now be referred to as John.