For the rest of that school day, things went by relatively normally. He took his science and history classes, and seeing as he didn't have an elective, spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on his "cases". The house key he could find relatively easily, he just had to make time to do so. The doll was probably trashed, he would buy a new one and call for details about it again so he could make sure they were identical. The two credit cards, however, were likely stolen. And since he couldn't operate computers farther than google, that meant he had to go to someone who could.

Taking a bus down to East Harlem, he checked in at a run down convenience store, the only people there being the attendant, a skinny latino kid, and an elderly black woman with who he presumed were her grandkids. He waved to the attendant, who perked up and grinned widely.
"Hey, if it isn't Mr. Tall, Dark, and No-Sense-Of-Humor! Where've ya been, man?" He called at him. Alex gave him his own sly grin.
"Can it, Juan, or I'll knock out another two of your teeth. Give me another two packs of the usual." he ordered him, sliding the money across the counter. Juan chuckled and passed him two packs of the requested cigarettes, leaning on the counter to chat.

"So, what are you doing back so fast? This is your third stop this week! Don't tell me that you've been missing me, huh?" he asked him, making kiss lips. Alex reached over the counter to poke him in the eyes, but the other boy had already jumped back.
"Whoa, I got it! No homo, no homo. But seriously, what's up? You look beat."
"I am beat. I had to save some flea-bitten cat today, which made me late for school, and when I got there this bitch ruins my favorite shirt, and I get a call from Jules ranting about Old Gonji." He ranted.
"Old Gonji? You mean the crazy fish guy who got kicked out of Soho?" Juan asked. Alex grimaced.
"Yeah, that one. Anyways, I need some help. I've got two missing credit cards to find, and seeing as how I can't keep up with your fucking technology, I'm coming to you. Since you're the only person I know and trust to hack a computer." he explained.

Juan paused, thinking this over.
"Okay man, but what's in it for me?" he asked, hesitant. Alex leaned forwards across the table.
"I'll owe you one."
"Done deal! I'll give you a call when I find them, just give me the information!"
"Great. And I'm also gonna need your shirt."