"I'm sorry, BA. Those records are sealed."

"All those kids you sent to my day care, I always took, didn't I?"

"That was for the kids, BA."

"And this is for my friend. You don't help me, I gotta do it myself."

"And how are you going to do that? Break in?"

"If I havta."

"BA, you can't do that! Not only is it illegal, but it would take you forever to find the right one."

"Then you gotta help me, Tommy."

The man behind the desk sighed, frustrated. "All right. But if I do this, we're even. Period."

BA nodded, and silently slid a folder across the desk. Tommy started reading. He looked up a few minutes later.

"There's more than a two year gap here, BA. It'll be like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"He's waited over thirty years, man. Take your time, but find 'em."