I used to be a kid detective were really counting on e was so far ahead of the game.

But one day I just woke up behind this guy in my homeroom claims she practiced with the Mets.

I need to find out if he's lying his line.

So what kind of happy with somebody murdered my boyfriend.

Seriously?

Pretty seriously.

He was stabbed 17 times.

Is it possible he was involved in drugs?

No.

He would never do drugs.

Gambling?

No, he would never gamble.

Demon worship?

No.

He would never worship a demon.

It comes Kidd.

Detective.

Someone's following us.

This isn't safe.

They're trying to see how my head works.

Somebody's testing me.

Yeah.