Some uppity women cleared her throat twenty times behinde him.  He mildly strolled over to her and fished around his pocket for a second.  He's a plainclothes officer and loves being under the radar.  He stares the lady down and then flings his badge on her table.  

He got real close to her and whispered, "drink some fucking water before you choke to death cuntrag."  Then he stole her chilifries.

"I fucking love doing that Sammy, fucking love it..."

"I believe you."

"So, Elizabeth filled me in on everything so far..." he reaches into a bag and brings out some file folders.

"I got three bits of information so far for you, Sam.  Number one is Missing Persons, number two is People with Records, number three is Morgue Records, and number four is Birth records."

"Ok, any hits?"

"A few, the birth records are kind of hit and miss being as we don't really know how old you are.  You're welcome to take a look and see if it jogs anything up."

"Why the death certificates, I'm not dead."

"Yeah but unclaimed bodies, John Does and such are sometimes unclaimed because the wrong body was buried."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning a body could be identified as Sam Conners and buried but it ain't him because it's you, dipshit.  I also looked through the computer and mug shot archive, I didn't get a facial recognition so you've probably haven't been through the system in Pennsylvania.  I need to get your prints to send it to the nerds in Clarksburg, to cross reference with the FBI."

"Ok.  Sounds like a lot of guess work right now."

"That's why I went to missing persons.  There's a guy named Sam Conners that went missing from Bethlehem about five years ago.  No real good photos of the guy were turned in but his descriptors match your frame.  Here's the last known address."

My hand was trembling as he passed a slip of paper.  Bethlehem.  It hit me as hard as Conners.  I know Bethlehem is the place.

"Well, good luck.  You aren't an official police investigation, Sam, so be smart out there.  Here's my card, professionally I can do little for you as this case isn't mine, or isn't really even open anymore.  But, as a friend, give me a call if you want me to check up on anything.  Now get the fuck out of here.  Grab Elizabeth's ass for me too."

"Thanks a lot, Sergeant Rosenbaum."

"Call me Cisco.  Now scram."