The 8-cylinder engine of the 1970 Plymouth Barracuda hummed as the jet black vehicle cut a swath down the lonely highway. Behind the wheel, Logan Adler turned his gaze from the road to give his younger brother Jacob "the look".

"You're doing it again," he said, peering through his Oakley sunglasses.

"Doing what?" asked Jacob, not returning his brothers stare.

"The sulking. Every time we leave an investigation, you just sit there staring out the window, doing your little pouty thing. Jus...

As the car rumbled up in front of Jacob's house, Logan said, "So, we'll meet in a few days to plan our next investigation, ok?"

"Sure," replied Jacob, stretching his stiff legs as he exited the car.

"Goin' to see your girlfriend tonight?" Logan asked with a grin.

"Yeah, gonna call her once I get out of the shower. I smell like a wet dog from that nasty house."

As Logan roared off, Jacob hoisted the travel bag he always brought with him and headed into his house. His thoughts turn...