"We might." George took off his suit and changed into a nice shirt. He combed his hair back. And put on some nice shades. "Look at that. 10 years younger."

"I'll be a substitute." Claudia put her hair in a bun and fixed her jacket.

"Alright." George arrived at the school. "Good luck partner. I mean, Mrs. what should your last name be?"

"Dawson." Claudia opened her door. "You need a name too."

"Andrew Cooper." George always liked the name. "Pleasure to meet you." George chuckled.

"Alright, Andrew, I'll see you sometime." Claudia went inside the school to the office to to see if any positions were available. To her luck, the school was looking for a long-term sub for a math teacher. She immediately got the job.

George joined some athletic classes. He thought maybe he could spy on some of the jocks who may have been jealous.

Claudia walked in like a confident substitute and wrote MS. DAWSON on the board. "Class, my name is Miss Dawson. Now let me check attendence. John Ackley." John raised his hand. "Tara Doland. Emily Faras. Geoffrey Hunt. Feria Jackson. Victor Martin. Dean Morrell." She stopped and said, "Is Dean here?" Everyone shook their heads.

George walked into the changing room. He got changed for gym class. "I'm new here. Where is the gym at?" "Around the corner to the left." Said a polite young man.

Claudia finished teaching her Algebra lesson and told the class to start on their homework. She decided to talk to a few of the teachers about Dean. She went to the office and asked, "Dean has been gone for a while, hasn't he?" "Yes, he has. we haven't seen him for maybe 4 days." The nice older lady in the office told her to talk to the parents about him not being there.

George tried out for the football team. He succeeded and got the position of left tackle. Since George was quite a big guy he would be perfect for this spot. He kept a sharp eye for anyone talking about Dean.

Claudia changed into a shorter skirt and a short-sleeved shirt to go talk to the coach.

George caught a glimpse of Claudia. He signaled her without being detected. George was out on the field with his big shoulder pads on. He put his new jersey on.

Claudia had no idea what his signals meant, but she told the coach, "Mind if I watch?" Then she sat on the bleachers.

George lined up in the offensive position. He pushed his man to the ground. He ran with the quarter back to the end zone.

Claudia sat legs crossed grading paper. She didn't mind grading the papers, but in an advanced class you would expect higher grades.

George chest bumped the running back. The practice was over. Instead of going to the change room, he went to see Claudia.

Claudia was caught up in grading to notice George. She was muttering out some answers.

"What do you have there?" George asked as he looked over some documents. He closed the door behind him.

"Tests." Claudia looked up. "I think we should talk to his parents. Maybe they no who might have it out for him."

"Do you have access to any of his recent marks before he disappeared? We could use his grades to tell some things." George said as he reviewed the papers.

"Yes. He happens to be a student that the teacher I'm 'substituting' for has." Claudia looked through the teacher files. "Here."

"There low. Mainly around 50's and 60's before he went missing. Maybe he's had something else on his mind and not doing his work." George took off his shoulder pads. "Something must be going on. You should go contact his parents. I need to go change." George left the room.

Claudia stood up and looked at the address at the top. Half a mile from the school.

George changed and made his way into the cop car parked down the street. He waited for Claudia.

Claudia walked out and headeed to the car.

George opened her door. "Well I guess we're off to the house of Dean's."

Claudia got in and said, "A little over half a mile from here."

"Not that far." George began to drive in the direction.

Claudia looked at some papers. "Dean had eloquent writing though. This is the most gorgeous story I've ever read."

"Good for him." George said sarcastically as the drove up to the house. "This is the place."

"You're rude today." Claudia got out and walked up to the door. She notice the door was freshly painted. She knocked lightly.

George waited in the car. "Rude much." He mumbled.

A young lady came to the door. "Yes?" She wasn't tall, but she had a slight confidence in her stance. "Are you Mrs. or Ms. Morrell?" Claudia smiled and waited for her answer. "I'm Dean's sister. I assume you came to ask about him."

George finally exited the car and came to Claudia's side. "Do you mind if we sit down?"

"Oh come in." The girl held the door open for both officers. "Thank you.." Claudia waited for her name. "Leanne."

"Now Leanne. I'm sure you know of the disappearance of your brother correct?" George asked firmly.

"Yes I do." Leanne led them into the living room to sit.

George sat down. "Did you know what he was doing on the night of his disappearance?"

"He came home from practice complaining about something, and stormed to his room. Next thing I know is someone busting into our door." Leanne looked nervously at the floor. "Explains the coat of paint." Claudia retorted.

"And what did this person look like?" George said as he took out a piece of paper and pen.

"Tall, red hair. He was wore a jersey though. It didn't have a last name." Leanne looked straight at them now.

"Possibly a team? From another school?" George said as he wrote notes down.

"Not sure. I can give a number, but that's it." Leanne hoped maybe that would give them some insight. "Wait," Claudia interrupted, "52?" Leanne was shocked. "How did you know?"

"How did you know?" George asked in shock.

"Let's not get into detail. Did the jersey have Daton High School written on it?" Claudia knew exactly who it was. "Yes." Leanne was shocked. "George we can leave."

"Well it was nice meeting you." George said as he exited out the door. "How do you know this person?"

"We're related." Claudia ended there. Then something struck her. "Do you have siblings?"

"No. Not anymore." George began to sob a bit. He's the kind of guy that never cries. This is the only subject that would.

"I..I didn't know!" Claudia didn't realize the subject was touchy. She gave him a hug. "Come on."

"He was killed back in New York by these underground thugs." George began to cry harder at the thought.

Claudia hugged him tighter. "At least your family wants you. I almost committed suicide and my parents kicked me out of the house." She muttered to herself not intending George to hear.

"Why?" George said softly and put his arm around her. "Why did you nearly commit suicide."

"My late brother died helping an old man in a gang fight. About nine months later I was born. I was the spare and was always treated that way. When I misbehaved, I was locked in my father's study. I was beaten. Starved. One day I couldn't take it and choked down a bottle of pain pills and alcohol, well before alcohol was illegal. My mom thought it was her fault and walked out. My dad remarried, but my step-mother thinks her sons deserve a perfect sibling. I was abused more and more. So I ran away. That's my life story." Claudia smiled at him. "Depressing huh?"

"I hope you know it's not too late for it to turn around. Meeting nice people." George wiped away a tear from his eyes. "Do you want revenge or not?"

"No, surprisingly." Claudia didn't have some vendetta or anything. She just wanted to change the world. "Is that why you became a cop?"

"No. I felt hopeless after he was killed. My main inspiration was when my father was attacked. I knew I wasn't going to let them take 2 people from my life so I enrolled." George said as he clutched his fists. "I never found the guy that killed my brother."

"Life just works that way." Claudia hugged him again. "Come on."

"I will find him. That's also why I moved to here. I had a lead that he was murdering here." George said not paying attention to what Claudia said.

"George, look at me." Claudia tilted his face toward her. "I know you don't want to here this, but nothing will bring him back."

"I never wanted to bring him back. I just want revenge." George said firmly as he stood up.

"Revenge isn't going to solve anything." Claudia traveled down this road before.

George's mind was set. He nodded and pretended he agreed with her. He was going to get his revenge, whatever it took.

Claudia had worked with people like George, determined but flighty. Geoge was different though he had the skills to act. "You promise?"

"Yes. Of course." George walked over to the car.

Claudia was skeptical, but she let it go. She got in the passenger side and didn't say anything else about it.

"Where to?" George asked as he drove away.

"586 Lexington-Smith Drive." Claudia looked out the window.

"Okay." George quickly drove there. George got out of the car quickly.

Claudia followed George but cut to the door faster and unlocked it.

George busted into the door. "Everyone get down!" George said as he put his pistol out in front.

"Put that away." Claudia walked and started to yell, "Ben, I know you're home. Practice ended an hour ago."

George didn't put away his pistol because he thought things might get rough. George quickly opened the bathroom door. "It's too late. He's here alright." George sighed.

"What are talking about?" Claudia's voice trembled. She afraid to look in the bathroom.

George opened the shower curtain. "Dead. Hung himself. Looks not too old however."

"Who are you?" Claudia looked at the unfamilar cadaver. "You said hung?" Claudia pulled the the rope a little to show some nice slicing work. "How about cut up?"

"Those were rope burns." George pointed out. "See the red marks make a mark all down the neck. The cuts were part of the fall then stoppage."

Claudia knocked the corpse down and looked at the cut. "Unless that is metal, it's a cut."

"It's not." George pointed out as he looked closer at the wound. "He must have committed suicide right before we came. He knew we were coming." George said.

"Now, why would you kill yourself if you innocent?" Claudia knew he was not guilty.

"He's clearly not innocent. She clearly stated that it was him. Even you knew it too. He knew we were coming so he killed himself to not be interrogated." George said clearly.

Claudia looked at the features. "Blonde hair, not red. He has blonde hair."

"Yeah." George said as he looked at the corpse. "Better call in a clean up crew." George said as he left for the car.

Claudia went upstairs and grabbed a pencil and paper from the study to sketch the victim.

George quickly drove back to the station to get a clean up crew. He drove back quickly as well.

Claudia finished the sketch of the man and held it in her pocket.

George bursted in with the clean up crew. They quickly snapped a few photos and disposed of the body in a bag. They put it in the trunk. "That was fast."

"No kidding." Claudia was impressed by his ability to get the crew here fast and have them get right to work.

"Well bout time we head back to the station. Take a few samples before we get going." George said as he exited with the crew.

Claudia took some samples and headed out to the car.

George let her in and started the car. "Kinda smells in here with the body in the back and all."

"Yeah but it'll be alright." Claudia took out a bandanna and handed it to George.

"Covering the smell? What's it for?" Asked George curiously.

"Yeah. Helps alot." Claudia put her jacket sleeve to her nose.

"Alright then." George said as he tied the bandanna around his head. "Better. Back to HQ I guess."

"Yeah." Claudia signalled him to hurry.

George drove away quickly to the police station. He ordered the crew to take it to the autopsy room.

Claudia immediately ran to the bathroom to wash up. She had extreme germaphobia.

George went in and sort of washed up. He didn't really care about germs and stuff.

Claudia came out fresh and clean. She smiled vaguely.