1960: My Uncle is the Director of the FBI

The Black patrol officer was burning with curiosity about how Theodore had guessed it.

Leroy's mother, however, wasn't curious at all. She thought it was only natural.

They were twin detectives, after all—communicating with ghosts!

Theodore had no idea what was running through Leroy's mother's mind. But from her, he learned about a completely different Amos Williams.

According to her account, the deceased had been repeating the same cycle since his teenage years: get his girlfriend pregnant, abandon her, find a new partner.

He preyed on single women and married women alike. The man turned no one away.

Back then, the deceased was notorious throughout the community. Widely detested.

After being caught in bed with a gang leader's wife, the deceased didn't waste time with explanations. He jumped naked from the third floor window, leaping his way to survival.

Since that night, the deceased had vanished without a trace.

It wasn't long after the gang disbanded that he returned.

By then, he'd transformed himself into a college-educated man with credentials.

The community high school hired him as head coach of the football team.

The deceased disbanded the original team completely. Built it from scratch in his own image.

Leroy's mother admitted she was the one who sought out the deceased first. Only then did the deceased give Leroy—thin as a stick at the time—his chance.

After the tryout, the deceased recognized Leroy's talent. He nurtured the boy carefully.

Leroy lived up to every expectation. He trained with discipline and determination.

Because of the deceased's special attention to Leroy, the boy respected him immensely. He obeyed the coach's every word.

Watching Leroy grow stronger each day, she started visiting the deceased frequently. She cleaned his house, tidied his affairs.

She convinced herself the deceased had turned over a new leaf. Still promiscuous, sure—but at least he knew how to take responsibility now.

When she finally proposed starting a family together, she met his unequivocal rejection.

At the time, she feared it would affect Leroy's position on the team. But after observing for weeks, she realized the deceased's attitude toward Leroy hadn't changed one bit.

Theodore asked if there were other women who had done something similar.

"What do you mean?" Leroy's mother shot back. "Having sex with the head coach to get my son a chance? Or thinking he'd actually take responsibility?"

"Having sex with him," Theodore replied simply.

"Too many to count."

She gestured toward the adjacent hospital room. "Having sex with him only gets you a tryout. Whether your kid makes the team—that's up to him alone. You could sleep with him a hundred times and still get cut."

"At least half the boys on that team got their chance this way."

"And plenty more kids got eliminated."

"Every single year."

Theodore remembered the scratch paper in the deceased's desk drawer. "Were there others?" He paused. "Besides those trying to buy spots—were there other women who slept with him?"

Leroy's mother looked at him with a strange expression. "Even the girls on Rose Street know to ask him for money. Who would go to him for nothing?"

She turned to the Black patrol officer, begging him to forgive Leroy's immaturity.

She promised that if Leroy ever said such things again, she'd kick him out of the house herself.

The patrol officer sighed heavily. He was about to call Leroy back in.

Opening the hospital room door, he froze at the sight before him.

Bernie had his arm draped around the shoulders of several Black gang members. They were all chatting like old friends.

The patrol officer stood stunned. He instinctively looked back at Theodore.

Theodore was equally bewildered.

He couldn't fathom how Bernie had managed it in half an hour.

Bernie seemed to have told an exceptionally funny joke. The group was laughing uncontrollably.

One of them reached out to steady himself but missed completely. He sat down hard on the floor, sending the others into even louder fits of laughter.

Leaving the hospital, Theodore canceled the planned visits to Woodson Memorial High School and Oak Grove Manor High School. He told Bernie they were returning to the precinct.

Before parting ways, the Black patrol officer pleaded with Theodore not to publicize Amos Williams' private affairs.

Theodore said nothing in response.

On the drive back, Bernie asked about the hospital room conversation.

Upon learning about the deceased's other side, Bernie remarked with genuine emotion: "From notorious bad boy to promiscuous football coach—all thanks to a football. Tsk tsk."

Theodore's gaze toward him began to turn peculiar.

He couldn't quite understand why Bernie felt such empathy for the deceased.

Apart from both having been troublemakers in their youth, they had absolutely nothing in common.

After a moment of silence, Bernie asked, "So that's why everyone called him promiscuous?"

Theodore thought of the patrol officer's plea. He nodded.

Back at the precinct, more than half the desks in the large office sat empty. Those agents had been dispatched to conduct interviews and investigations.

Theodore knocked on Wenner's office door to report their progress.

Once again, Bernie handled the narration while Theodore provided the analysis.

To help Bernie and Wenner follow his reasoning, Theodore began by profiling the deceased.

"The deceased maintained control over his life by manipulating others."

"Immediately after taking over the Free Fighters, he disbanded the original team. Built a new one centered entirely around himself."

"He made false promises to women hoping to bribe their children onto the team."

"In reality, these kids only earned tryout slots. Whether they made the final cut remained his decision alone."

"His cultivation of Leroy Davis convinced both the boy and his mother it stemmed from genuine fatherly love."

"In truth, he valued only Leroy's raw talent. He satisfied his god-complex by molding Leroy into his version of the 'ideal son.'"

"To avoid repeating his youthful mistakes, he wrapped everything in the respectability of football."

"This compulsive need for control ultimately became his downfall."

Wenner frowned and interrupted. "You think the killer is a woman?"

Theodore nodded. "A failed briber."

After a brief pause, he resumed his analysis: "The killer used sexual favors to secure her child's tryout opportunity.

But her child didn't make the team.

The killer felt deceived. She demanded an explanation.

For the deceased, this represented a catastrophic loss of control—just like getting girlfriends pregnant and being caught in affairs during his youth.

He felt helpless facing this confrontation. His only option was escape.

In his youth, he'd abandoned pregnant girlfriends and fled his community. Now he might use the game as an excuse to brush off the killer—or perhaps he didn't dare face her at all.

On the day of the Free Fighters versus Conquerors game, the killer infiltrated the campus through Southern Star Catering Services.

The deceased returned alone to the locker room during the third quarter to treat an injury. The killer spotted him from her position among the catering staff watching the game.

She slipped secretly into the visiting team's locker room for a face-to-face confrontation.

The deceased likely tried to escape again—or perhaps flew into a rage after being exposed. Either way, he provoked the killer.

She strangled him with a knee brace and concealed the body in a toilet stall.

As she prepared to leave, the game ended and chaos erupted on the field."

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