"Perhaps you should go home first and clean up. You look like you need it. Where do you live, boy? I'll take you there."
"Please sir, I live just yonder, in that house." The detective squinted in the general direction that the boy was pointing, but saw only a clump of houses of which any could've been the one the boy was pointing at.
"Alright. Let's go." Keeping a firm grip on the boy's arm, he followed as the boy led him up to a small wooden house.
The door opened and a woman came out. "Why Joseph, what- oh."
"Excuse me ma'am. I'm Police Detective Wilson. I need to ask this boy some questions, but I thought he'd like to clean up first." He glanced pointedly at the besplattered appearance of the lad.
"Well, alright." Glancing nervously at Detective Wilson, she took Joseph's arm and led him into the house, apparently scolding him. Detective Wilson leaned casually against a post, ignoring the stares of passerbys.
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