"Zach," his partner screeched through the phone as he was driving into the precinct parking lot, "I ran Thomas' name and got a long list of Thomas'. Some are alive; some are dead; some are living abroad."
"What about our guy? Did he show up? And did you check the background of each one on the list?"
"I'm in the process of doing that now."
"I'm pulling up to the back door," Zach said. "Get your coat. We're going to the house to see what we can find with Jake's DNA on it."
"Are you thinking something's rotten in Denmark?"
"Not at the moment. This kid idolized his father. If there was anything fishy, don't you think he would have told me after his father died? He'd have nothing to hide nor family to dispute it."
"That's true. I suppose not." McGee clicked off his phone as he walked out through the double doors and got into the car. "Good morning."
"Did we get anything from ballistics yet?"