“Mom, please, I want to go,” Jonah insisted. “We must have something up here that’s old and interesting.” Jonah and his mother were in the attic, searching through the piles of clothes and knickknacks and discarded furniture. Carol Bixby sighed as she dusted away a layer of cobwebs. “I don’t think Traveling Treasures is going…

“Please, Mom, may I go? I’ll be careful.” Jonah had been sitting at an empty desk in the police department bullpen doing his homework and feeling bored. And then Fred Coombs of the Crime Scene Unit volunteered to take him on a short field trip. “I don’t like you being at homicide scenes,” Carol Bixby…

Detective Bixby sighed and looked across to her son. “You like impossible crimes. Why don’t you take a look at this?” Jonah and his mother were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, both of them working on their homework for the evening. In Carol Bixby’s case, the homework was a homicide investigation….