Chapter 19

The next morning, I appeared at the diner at about the same time they did. I ordered some pancakes with maple syrup and a tiny club sandwich with some black coffee for myself.

A while later, I again requested the guy waiting on me to send the pancakes out to the poor man who sat outside the diner.

I repeated the same pattern for the next two mornings but I did not seem to make any progress.

Lionel Mancini goes about this usual routine, reading his newspaper, working on his files with a stern expression and a pair of rimless glasses upon his face while the little boy eats in silence.

By the third morning, I knew that I needed something more precise. What do young boys like?

I couldn't help but notice he quietly plays with some sort of a Ninja action figure while picking at his food. And I know that most boys enjoy collecting marbles. I have five pieces of very specific marbles that I carry with me.