Wyatt ran his hand through his hair again for what seem like the thousandth time for the day. His feet were bouncing and the tension inside him was just building, not getting any release.

"Where are we Wyatt?" Chief asked, walking into the conference room.

Wyatt snapped to attention and turned to face the older man. Chief looked almost as stressed out as Wyatt. Honestly, he didn't want to have this conversation. They were nowhere. There was nothing to report.

"We used Carl Hunt's list of clients to narrow the field. He has seven families he does repairs for that matches the pattern, but only four of those have a girl child. If we go with the pattern so far, this month's child should be a girl," he explained.

Chief nodded, looking at the information that was scattered on the table and attached to the many bulletin boards.

"Are we confident that Carl Hunt is the killer?" Adam asked tentatively.

Adam was still mapping the recent murders. They were hoping to see a pattern, something that could tell them where the next murder would take place.

"We're not. But we have to start somewhere. If it's not Carl Hunt, we have no idea how the victims will be chosen," Wyatt answered honestly.

If the murderer was Carl Hunt, it meant no one would be killed tonight. There was no way Carl could commit murders from behind bars. However, if the murders did occur, it meant Carl wasn't the killer and they were back to square one.

"Any sighting of Rose Monte?" Chief asked.

"We haven't been able to locate her," Adam answered, dejected.

Wyatt was beginning to feel the same way. There were still no leads on Rose Monte. No idea where she was or even where she had been.

"Do you have anything?" Agent Jones demanded, walking into the room.

Wyatt did his best to hold in his groan. He didn't appreciate having his every move dissected, and that was exactly what these agents had done the moment they got here. They questioned everything Wyatt had done. He knew he was pretty young to be a detective, but he was sure there were other twenty-seven-year-old detectives in other police departments. His age did not mean he wasn't a good detective.

"At this moment we don't. Do you not have anything?" Chief asked.

Agent Field twisted her mouth before she answered.

"This is your investigation."

"That you were sent to help with. Are you saying that since you've been here you haven't found any new information?" Chief prodded, levelling them with his gaze

Wyatt secretly smiled. He couldn't go against the agents as technically they were a higher rank than him. But Chief could do as he pleased. And right now, with no new information, he was not pleased with anyone.

"We, uh, haven't found anything," Agent Jones stammered.

Wyatt had been on the other side of that gaze many times. He knew what it felt like.

"Well I suggest we all get off our asses and look for some new information. It isn't going to magically appear," Chief ordered grumpily, as he stormed out of the room.

Everyone was on edge at the moment. Not knowing if someone was going to be killed, or even where, would set anyone off.

"Have anything to contribute?" Wyatt asked both Agents.

They were simply staring at the information Wyatt had collected. He had yet to see what information the agents had collected. They were being very secretive even though this was supposed to be a joint investigation.

"Not at this moment," Agent Field replied and both agents left.

"You ever get a bad feeling about them?" Adam whispered, as he watched both agents backs as they walked away.

"Every day," Wyatt answered honestly.

They were sent to help with the investigation and profile the suspect. So far, they had nothing. How much more did they need to profile the suspect?

"Get some rest," Wyatt ordered Adam.

The kid had been in the conference room with him all day, never taking a break.

"I can work some more," Adam argued.

"You've done enough kid. Take a break, stretch your legs, get something to eat. You didn't have lunch and it's already five."

Adam agreed reluctantly and left. Wyatt stared at the bulletin board and started going over the case again in his head, hoping to find something he missed.

He couldn't find anything. It was already after eight and there still hadn't been a call. Maybe Carl Hunt was the killer. It would solve the case for them.

Wyatt grabbed Carl Hunt's case file from his desk. He had read the file so much; he was sure he had every word memorized.

"A call just came in," Adam panted, out of breath from his run to Wyatt's desk.

"What?" Wyatt asked, instantly becoming alert and dropping the file.

"A delivery man made a call. He found the family he was supposed to be delivering a cake for murdered. It's a family of three and matches the Family Killer's pattern."

Wyatt was out of his chair and grabbing his jacket before Adam could finish talking. So much for Carl Hunt being the killer.

"Fill me in on the drive," Wyatt ordered, already moving to the parking lot.

Adam followed him out and entered the address in Wyatt's GPS.

"Greenville? There hasn't been a murder there as yet," Wyatt mused as he drove off.

"It's also not on Carl Hunt's list of clients."

Wyatt sighed.

"This points to Rose Monte," he said softly.

With Carl Hunt being locked up, Rose was obviously the next choice. He had hoped that this wouldn't be the case. He didn't want to see the look of sadness and defeat on Cassidy's face when she found out her sister was the killer.

"What do we know?" Wyatt asked, pushing away all those thoughts.

The only thing that mattered right now was the murdered family. They deserved justice.

"The delivery man found them. He said they family ordered a cake and he was there to deliver it. He rang the bell, and no one answered so he peeped through the window. He noticed blood and called the police. Local PD found the bodies and notified us immediately."

"Field and Jones?"

"I notified them as well," Adam added.

Wyatt nodded.

The blue police lights casted an eerie glow over the neighborhood as Wyatt drove in. The scene was already taped off, causing him to park to the side where he found a spot. Greenville PD were already on the scene. Some of their officers seem to be on crowd control. People and their natural state of curiosity, Wyatt thought as he walked past them. 

He and Adam flashed their badges to the officer at the tape. The man checked the badges and then nodded for them to go on. There were ambulances and police cars covering the front lawn of the house. He spotted a few more police vehicles, probably a coroner's van and forensics.

A tall, balding man stood to the center. He seemed to be the one in charge, as several officers came up to him. Wyatt followed suit and approached the man.

"Detective Wyatt, Mayberry PD," he said flashing his badge again.

"Officer Whiting. Nice to meet you," the man said shaking his hand.

"What can you tell us?" Wyatt asked.

"We found three bodies inside. All victims of stab wounds. The male seems to be the one who was stabbed first, with the female being next and the child last," Officer Whiting informed them.

"What gender was the child?"

"A girl. She looked around twelve or thirteen."

"She was thirteen," Wyatt stated. He didn't need anyone to confirm that.

"Think this is the work of the Family Killer?" Officer Whiting asked, a clear note of frustration in his voice.

"It might be," Wyatt answered, not too happy either.

They hadn't been able to stop another murder. He didn't want to confirm that the Family Killer was the one behind this just yet. Not until he saw the bodies and the crime scene. But in his head, he was already sure that it was the Family Killer.

"Can we see the scene?" Adam asked.

"We have our forensics team in there at the moment," Officer Whiting answered.

"Alright. I'll speak to the delivery boy. Adam, you go in and see what they have so far," Wyatt ordered.

Adam nodded and walked towards the house. Officer Whiting led Wyatt over to a young man who looked distraught. The kid couldn't be older than eighteen. His eyes were red and raw, and he was shaking.

"Lance, this is Detective Wyatt. He has a few questions for you," Officer Whiting told the young man.

Lance nodded and looked at Wyatt. The fear and sadness were clear in the boy's eyes. His thin body shook despite the blanket covering him.

"Can you tell me what time you got here?" Wyatt asked.

"Around seven thirty. The delivery said the cake was needed for eight and I had deliveries close by for seven. So, I came here when I was done," Lance answered, his voice shaky.

"Did you see anyone leaving the house or the street as you came by?"

Lance shook his head.

"I didn't see anything."

"How did you see the blood?"

"No one answered when I knocked so I looked through the windows to see if anyone was home. I saw blood on the table in the living room and called the police immediately. I tried the front door while I waited and it was open, so I went in, in case someone needed help. I saw the blood on the stairwell and ran back out."

So, he hadn't seen the bodies. That was a good thing. Lance didn't look like he could handle seeing dead bodies.

"One last thing, you said you were delivering something? A cake?" Wyatt asked.

"Uh, yeah. They ordered a cake from our bakery. I sometimes do deliveries when the others can't make it. Lisa went out of town this morning and Cassidy couldn't leave the bakery to come deliver it herself."

"Cassidy?" Wyatt asked surprised.

Surely it wasn't the same Cassidy he knew. He really wished it wasn't the same Cassidy that he knew.

"Yeah, she's the baker at Sweet Treats," Lance confirmed.

Confusion filled Wyatt's brain. Cassidy's bakery was delivering a cake to this family the same night they were murdered. Was that purely a coincidence? Or were they connected? Everywhere he looked, Cassidy seemed to be more embroiled in this case, even though she was adamant she didn't know what was going on.

Either Cassidy was lying to him or someone was going to incredible lengths to get Cassidy involved.

"Boss," Adam called, bounding back to him.

"Yeah," he answered.

"The forensic team found DNA," Adam beamed.

"DNA?" Wyatt questioned.

"There are fingerprints on the table in the living room and there's also blood. The killer came in through the back door and smashed the window. They cut themselves and left some blood for us on the glass."

Adam was practically bouncing on the spot. This was the closest they had ever gotten.

"Get it to the lab. I want this prioritized. Nothing else is important," Wyatt ordered.

Adam nodded and ran back to carry out Wyatt's orders.

This was it. The break they were waiting for. Finally, they were going to find out the identity of the Family Killer.