Double capp, double capp, double capp is all I could think driving over to Mocha Daze. I wasn't tired, just thoroughly addicted.

When I pulled in I noticed the parking lot was empty, unusual for a Friday afternoon. Something was up.

I pushed but the door was locked. I could hear people inside. I knocked, banged on the locked door and man in a gray suit opened it. The interior was gutted, destroyed by a fire and covered in puddles of water.

It was violent, emotional and my heart sunk as my eyes absorbed every detail of the fire. And then it hit me, "Was anyone here? Hugo, was Hugo hurt or anybody hurt?"

"It happened last night, no one was here," said the man in the suit.

"Where's Hugo?"

"Who are you?"

Two other suits who were checking out the rubble noticed me and approached-- smiling. One was about six two with limbs too long for his body and the other guy had a buzz cut with white, white skin and a scar over his right eye.

The tall one reached out his hand and said, "I am Detective Morrow and you are...?"

I obliged him and introduced myself. Then the white one explained he was with the insurance company. They both asked me where I was last night and, more importantly, if I knew where Hugo was.

"I don't know," I said. "And if we don't know where Hugo is, how do we know he's not hurt somewhere? "

They stared me down. And I realized-- they were questioning him in all of this.

"Oh please! That makes a lot of sense, he just got it put back together.

The men looked at me like I couldn't figure my way out an exit door.

"Excuse me, I'm not an idiot. I've seen 'Murder She Wrote,' but Hugo couldn't do this. What are you going to tell me next? That Hugo's the real Unibomber?"

The detective wrote something in his book and looked at me, "Why do you think that he couldnt have done this?"

"Look, I just know him. He wouldn't do this. He's productive, not destructive."

"We'll make a note of that." He made no effort to try and hide his sarcasm.

We heard the lock turn in the door. It must be Hugo. I ran to meet him. I didn't know how he would handle this. The door opened and I stretched out my arms to...Steve?

"I called my attorney. He'll be here shortly."

The men in suits nodded.

They asked him again to go over where he was last night. He said he was with Barbra. The moment he said "Barbra" something stuck in my gut. I couldn't put my finger on it, but my curiosity was woken. But first and foremost, I wanted to find Hugo. Where the hell was Hugo?