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“So… Michael Knowles. Steroid junkie, partially insane. Huge mythology buff before he lost it. It makes sense.”
Tim was reviewing the report on the case for the tenth time that day.
“That he had to go and kidnap seven… eight kids because of that insanity? It never makes sense.”
“Yeah, well…,” Tim faltered. He abruptly changed the subject. “The tracker. Why’d you put it on me? Did you have an idea of who it was when you did? I never would’ve guessed, and I was the one studying Theseus.”
“I didn’t know. The kidnappings of seven teens could have been coincidence, and we didn’t know if they were virgins or not. The kidnappings, along with everything else in the case, were too ambiguous. We were fortunate everything fell together before anyone was seriously hurt.”
“That’s true. I guess if we had waited for another kidnapping… A guy, this time…”
Bruce grunted stonily, letting Tim know that he was encroaching on dangerous territory. Tim took the hint and quickly coughed, returning to the reports. He looked up.
“Hey, you never explained the tracker. Did you have an idea? Any at all?”
“No.”
“So then…”
“I believe Master Bruce was acting in your best interests, Master Tim, thinking more of your own safety rather than the case. In short,he was simply doing what any concerned guardian… Parent would have done,” Alfred explained, a wry smile teasing the corners of his mouth. He set down a tray of cookies.
“Oh,” he replied. Tim bit into a cookie and chewed thoughtfully. Then he reached for another. “Hey, Bruce.”
When Bruce looked up, he barely had time to react to the cookie being tossed at him. He raised an eyebrow at Tim, who just grinned before turning around to put the files away. Settling back down on the couch, he bit into the cookie, closing his eyes to culinary bliss.
Mm. They were still warm.