“Give it back! It’s mine! I found it first! Give it back!” The boy wailed as he banged on the metal door of the room.

Detective Bill Hansen shut his eyes tight and lowered the volume on the speakers. He looked through the one-way glass at the boy, wondering what he should do to calm the boy down.

“Fischer, any ideas?” The detective said to his partner sitting next to him.

Fischer shrugged with a smile and said, “Give him what he wants?”

Hansen shot her a glare which she responded with a chuckle, “A joke, Detective. Honestly, though, I don’t know what to do. He has no identification. He only gave us his first name and the only things he had on his person was a box of cracker jacks and the item.”

“Is he still sticking to his story?”

“Yup. But he is no normal boy. He was ready to take out ten cops with the item! There’s more to the story than he is saying.”

Hansen sighed, “What did the boy say, exactly?”

“He said, ‘I got the gun from a cracker jack box, honest!’”