"Hey!" yelps Sully as the blond boy walks past his cell. "It's that kid from th' grocery store! We was mindin' our own bizness an' he comes an' beans us with a coupla tin cans! How come he gets ta walk and we don't?"

"Because he didn't wave an unlicensed firearm at a shopkeeper," says Constable Parker dryly. "Nor is he wanted for three counts of armed robbery--unlike you, Neville Sullivan. Your partner might get off with slap on the wrist, but you're going to be put away for a long time."

"Your name's Neville??" says Jake incredulously.

"Shaddup, Jake."