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Delahoy had went ahead and visited the law firm that Helen Waltom supposedly worked at. And he went ahead and took the ferry over to Gambino Island to see if he could find Mr. Doug Walton.

Both visits were short and the same: Neither of the Waltons had been seen in weeks. In both cases, they had quit abruptly and for no reason; Helen was actually up for partner at the law firm. And, after calling the school and finding out that Eliza had been pulled for 'personal family reasons', he realized this wasn't just some moving incident. It looked like this was going to be tougher than he thought.

Luckily, he had a little help. He had called up Garrison Howland, Boutny Hunter and ex-chief of police for the DPD. He said he would take a look around the Walton's home and see if anything came up. Still, Delahoy wasn't too sure if that would be enough.

"Where in the world could that kid be?" he asked himself, stepping back into his empty office. Sam looked up from her laptop when she heard him speak, a slight smile on her face. "I take it you couldn't find anything, pop?" she asked.

Her father sighed, and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. "I found out that Helen and Doug have been AWOL for quite some time," he said. "Unfortunately, that makes this all alot more suspicious; nobody would skip town so quickly unless they were in big trouble. The question is, who're they in trouble with: the law, or the rest of this burg?"

Sam narrowed her eyes as she glared at her dad. "The real question is why you're still smoking?" She stood up, and put her hands on her hips. "You said you were gonna quit, Pop! Those things'll kill you, you know!"

Delahoy sighed, and tossed the pack into the waste basket. "I know, I know," he groaned. "It just helps me take the edge off, sweetheart. No need to put the ol' Broderick on your old man." Sam scoffed, and shook her head. "Those cigarettes are going to take an edge off of your lungs, Pop,” she countered. “I don’t want you to get snowed just because you couldn’t help but light up a cancer stick!”

“It’s iced, dear,” he replied, “And I’m savvy, alright? Geez, you’re just like your mother: Once you get on to somebody, you don’t let go.” Sam smirked, and nodded. “I know, right? We Delahoy’s are stubborn people. We’ll never take no for an answer! Our stubbornness is almost like tradition, huh, Pop?”

At first Delahoy didn’t say anything to Sam. He had paused, and he had a face that just yelled, “hold the phone…I think I got something!”

“Hold the phone,” Delahoy said, looking down at his daughter. “I think I got something. Did the Waltons have a vacation home? Somewhere they’d go every year? You know, tradition and all that bunk.” Sam’s eyes went wide when her father asked, and she nodded her head excitedly. “Yeah, they do! It’s a cabin over at the lake, right on the water and everything…say, you don’t think…?” Delahoy smiled. “That’s Exactly what I think,” he said, heading for the door. “Kiddo, go to bed. Your old man’ll be back in a while, so don’t wait up, okay?”

Sam nodded, and headed off for her room. “Be careful, okay?”

“Don’t worry, kiddo. Your old man’s tough as nails.”