Got the first two "flashes" of this done already, and I'll *try* (no promises!) to put one out per day... Okay, here's part 2

"Wait. You're not serious. My mother?"
"I'm afraid so, young man. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you."
"But that's impossible. I was two years old and we'd just moved here from Wisconsin. There's no way my mother was in Florida when you say. So she's not guilty. Look, I've seen the cop shows, I know you people just want to close annoying cases. Ask Matt... er... Mr. Tomkins, he lives next door and has all my life. And he's her fiancé!"
"We already have. I'm sorry, Jeff, but from the time table he gave us, if your mother lied about —“
“Shut your filthy mouth! Don't you DARE call my mother a liar, asshole! She was just killed yesterday in a burglary by a guy that you people let go just the day before! Now, you're not only trying to turn her into a criminal, but insulting a dead woman, too? And you still haven't caught the guy that did it yet! I'm outta here.”
He explosively stood, knocking his char backwards, and stormed to the door. It was locked.
“Let me out! You can't keep me here, I told you I know how cops work!”
“Actually, we can. You have no relatives that you can think of, and we can't find any, either. You're technically a ward of the state, now,” calmly responded the detective. Then he nodded to the mirror in the room.
“Your neighbor explained how he was about to marry your mother, though, and offered to take you in. The judge is gonna allow it, but it's a temporary solution, at least.”
The door came unlocked with a -click- and Jeff ran out. Out of the room. Out of the building. Out of his mind with grief. Straight into the arms of Emily and Matt in the small park across the street from the police station. Then he let himself cry.