Jim drove around the mall building to the detachment door. He and Marie walked into the detachment where Georgia was talking to Carol.

"Hi, Jim." Carol waved him over. "You'll want to hear this."

"Ok, Georgia." Jim leaned on a desk. "Take it from the beginning,"

"Ryley came looking for his mug." Georgia spoke in the tones of a kid whose been asked one too many times to repeat her story.

"His mug?" Marie turned away from the coffee machine.

"Mrs. Dalrymple ...