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    Entropy

    “Yes. He raised me after my parents died.” Jason explained.

    “And where were you last night?” Jane asked, her eyes lingering on concert tickets that fell from behind another photograph. They were intact, unused but dated for the previous evening.

    “I was here.” Jason told her.

    “All night?” Frost jumped in and drew Jason’s attention to him. He knew Jane had seen something out of the ordinary.

    “Yes. I was meant to go to a concert but I failed Chem. And Gramps said I couldn’t go.”

    “That’s gotta have made you mad?” Jane said, almost under her breath.

    “I didn’t kill my grandfather Detective!” Jason snapped. Jane looked at him innocently, her deep brown eyes softening as she met his tear laden gaze. “I mean, I was pissed. I paid a lot for the tickets but Gramps said that I wouldn’t be allowed to go if my grades didn’t pick up. I studied for a while and was online, then I went to bed about 10.”

    “You didn’t talk to anyone?” Frost asked. He hated alibis like this, you couldn’t prove or disprove them.

    “Not really. I was chatting on a forum and I skype’d my girlfriend before bed. You can check my computer if you want?” He offered.

    “Thank you!” Jane smiled at him warmly but in her head, alarms were ringing. Her experience said that anyone behind too helpful had something to hide. “We’ll do that.”

    Jason got to his feet, “I’ll get it for you.”

    “Are you ok JayJay?” Mrs DeLuca returned from the bathroom as her grandson was leaving, her face red and swollen from crying but otherwise the picture of composure.
    “Yep.” He smiled at her as she returned to the lounge.

    “I apologise for my outburst detectives.” Mrs DeLuca apologised softly. “I’m still feeling a little vulnerable.”

    Jane smiled. It never failed to surprise her how proper the older generation were. Even though her tears and upset had been completely justified, she still felt it necessary to apologise for it. It had been that way with every elderly person Jane had ever encountered in her work.

    “Mrs DeLuca, we’ll need a description of the car and the license plate number.” Jane explained. “So we can look out for it and try and catch the people responsible.”

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