Seth does his mind thing.  He doesn't have to go far to find someone who knows who the dentist is.  You do.

It's the guy from the kendo match.  The one who was shot in his car.  That guy.  He's the one who did the filling on this old man.

Shit.

To Saul and my parents: "Well now what? Do we toss the clinic? How can we trace this connection?"

To the Toothbearer: "Look, man, you've got a radio transmitter in a filling and it's controlling some terrorists' explosives. I believe you, but the police won't, and you'll be in solitary faster than you can say 'I'm innocent.'"

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Grandpa just blinks.  "What?"

He's clearly out of his comfort zone.

Saul sighs.  "Lemme handle this guy.  You guys are probably better suited to handling the bombs."

Mother shrugs.  "If we have all the bombs at the bottom of that filthy lake, what's the issue then?"

Dad is staring around the room.  "If this is a shake down, someone has to be ready nearby to scoop up the loot."

"I love it when you sound Noir movie."

Dad ignores her.  "But if I were them, I wouldn't want to be inside the building in case the bombs do go off.  So.  Someone nearby outside.  Who's keeping an eye on the place?"
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Oh no, Sera's one weakness. Being nice to stupid people!

I appreciate Mother's attitude, since I have much the same instincts. What's the big deal? Saul is a cop's kid, though, and Dad has actually fought real crime instead of just playacting, so I should probably follow their lead.

"Guess we case it," I reply to Dad, and so we go. To find anybody suspicious.

I miss my private space. It was nice to be able to take a nap just whenever I wanted to.

"Should I go with you people?"

Saul pats the Old Guy on the shoulder.  "No.  I'm not thinking so."  He glances at you.  "Will we be okay if we wait here for you?"

"It'll be fine. I'll stick around."  Mother isn't hiding the fact she's a little bored.  She waves you and Dad off.  "Go on.  Go bond.  I'll hold down the home fires.  Or whatever the saying is."

Dad scowls and then puts a calloused hand lightly on top of your head, mussing up your hair a bit.  "Let's go."

Outside, people are milling about.  Parents Weekend apparently has a big attendance.

You and Dad scout about.  You find three likely suspects.

There's one woman who is standing by a light pole, adjusting her make up in a compact.  But the compact isn't a compact.  It's like some spy do-hickey.  With a screen instead of a mirror.  Since she's frozen, you can't make out the image on it.  It was flickering when you went into Limbo.

There's a man in a car watching the gym with binoculars.  By his side is a half eaten chili dog and a Mr. Pibb Zero.

Dad seems to be glowering at a security guard.  He keeps staring at that guy.