Wyatt was waiting for her when she walked out the building. His back was to her as he conversed with a man, who she recognized as the officer from last night, Officer Grant. Cassidy stood and waited, not wanting to interrupt them. She took the time to take in Wyatt's look.

He was dressed casually in jeans and a shirt, nothing overly fancy. His dark brown hair was a mess atop his head, as though he hadn't combed it this morning or had run his hands through it that many times. As though sensing her thoughts, he ran his hand through his hair again, tousling it further. She found herself smiling at the mess.

"Miss Monte," Officer Grant said, noticing her as he looked up.

Wyatt spun around to face her, and she tried to wipe her ridiculous smile off her face.

"Good morning," she said, stepping towards the two men.

"Were you waiting long?" Wyatt asked, smiling.

She shook her head. "I just got here."

"Officer Grant and I were just talking about his watch last night. He didn't spot anything out of the ordinary," Wyatt explained.

"That's good to hear," Cassidy said in relief.

A black car pulled up at the curb and pressed it's horn, causing Cassidy to jump and turn.

"That's the new shift. They'll follow us throughout the day," Wyatt stated.

The car was nondescript and definitely not one that would have caught her attention on a normal day. As much as she tried, she couldn't see the persons who were in the car.

"Do you know the officers?" she asked, turning back to him.

Wyatt knowing the officers would make her feel safer.

"I do," he promised her.  "We should get going," he added.

She nodded. They waved goodbye to Officer Grant and Wyatt led her to his car.

"So, where exactly are we headed?" Wyatt asked, as he started the car.

Cassidy took out her phone and checked the address Seth had sent her. She showed it to Wyatt, who typed it into his GPS system.

"Your brother must be a big gaming fan?" he asked, as they set off.

"He is. If he had the chance, he would play video games all day. His teachers made him join the debate team recently though."

"A gamer turned debater. That would be an interesting sight," Wyatt said chuckling.

Cassidy found herself laughing as well. Seth's first debate match was next month and even she wasn't sure how well Seth would do. He wasn't much of a debater. She couldn't remember the last time he hadn't thrown his hands up during an argument.

"It surely will be. But he's usually good at anything once he puts his mind to it."

"You're pretty close to him?" Wyatt questioned.

"I am actually. You would think it would be a bit weird since I'm adopted and he's their biological child. But Seth's an absolute sweetheart and he's always treated me as a big sister."

"That's nice. It must have been difficult to start living with a new family, after everything you'd been through."

Cassidy almost forgot that Wyatt knew about her past. She was so accustomed to hiding it from everyone that having someone know about it was such a foreign concept to her.

"I had a rough childhood. I've been to therapy and I would like to think I've learned how to move on."

"You have learned," Wyatt said.

She turned to look at him.

"The things you told me that day. I don't know many people that can go through something like that and not be a bit messed up. But you're a strong, independent woman. You've handled yourself wonderfully throughout this whole experience," he said, turning to glance at her so she could see the earnest look in his eyes before he turned back to the road.

A smile formed on Cassidy's face. She found herself feeling cared for. No one aside from her parents had made those assumptions about her. No one aside from her parents knew her entire story. It was nice to have someone else on her side.

"It's so weird having someone know about all this. But thank you," she said.

He turned and gave her a quick smile. She took her time to drink him in and noticed the scar above his eye again. She always wondered how he had gotten that. Maybe now was the time to ask about it. Anything to switch the topic to something less serious.

"Where'd you get that scar?" she asked, pointing to his eyebrow.

Wyatt chuckled and turned to her smiling.

"Do you want the truth or the story I tell that makes me look cool?" he asked.

Cassidy laughed.

"The one to make you look cool," she decided.

"Well I got it in a knife fight. There was a suspect I was chasing, and he got the jump on me. But it didn't take long for me to get a handle on him.  However, his knife nicked me above the eye and the doctor couldn't stitch it up without it leaving a scar."

"That sounds really believable," Cassidy said surprised.

It wasn't even an exaggerated tale like she thought it would have been. This was actually credible.

"The best lies are the one that are plausible," he teased.

Cassidy found herself laughing again. Being with Wyatt was turning out to be more amicable than she imagined.

"Okay so what's the real story?" she asked, wanting to hear what ridiculous tale he was going to tell.

"Promise not to laugh."

Hearing that made her laugh. Wyatt turned to glare at her before looking back at the road.

"I promise," she said, reducing the laugh to just a small smile.

"My brother and I were playing in the garden and we made a bet who could throw a stone the furthest. He threw his a good few feet away. I threw mines but it never landed. I looked up just in time for it to hit me in the eye."

Cassidy tried to stifle her laugh and waited to hear the end of the story.

"I got a black eye and a very loud lecture from my mother. It didn't stop us from playing the same game again the next week and me winning though."

She couldn't help herself anymore and chuckled.

"I find I quite like this story more than the catching the suspect story. How old were you when it happened?"

"Eight. My brother, who was an entire two years older and was supposed to know better, didn't even get in trouble. It was just me who got the scolding from our mother," he complained.

Cassidy laughed. Wyatt turned to look at her.

"I'm sorry. I can't keep it in anymore. It was a good story though."

He shook his head and turned, but Cassidy saw the amusement on his face.

"We're here," he said, changing the topic.

She turned to see the mall coming up on their right. The trip had flown by while she talked to Wyatt. She hadn't even noticed the half hour it had taken them to reach here.

"Let me find a park and we'll go in," Wyatt suggested.

Once they were parked, they took the elevator up to the fourth floor. Cassidy wasn't sure where the store was, but the directory had said fourth floor.

"You've never been here before, have you?" Wyatt asked her as they walked.

"Is it that obvious?" she asked smiling.

He nodded as he laughed.

"My mum is usually the one who buys all these things. She just slaps my name onto it, and I give her back the money for the gift. This year though, I wanted to buy Seth a present solely from me. Honestly, I'm happy he told me what he wanted. Otherwise I would have no clue what to buy for him."

"When's his birthday?"

"Next two weeks. The twenty sixth."

"Are you guys having a party?"

"Oh yes, we are. We were just talking about it this morning. My mother is insisting on it because it'll be his first teen year. Seth and I have learnt it's best not to argue with her when she decides she wants to throw a party."

"Is that something with all mums?" he wondered.

Cassidy turned to him confused.

"My mother loves parties as well. She would have one every week if my father would allow her. Last month we had one because my brother moved into his new place," Wyatt explained.

Cassidy laughed. As she turned, she spotted the game store, appropriately named Games 4 You, and led them in that direction.

"Did your brother want a party?"

"He did not. It's not the first time he's moved. I think this is his third place but most likely the permanent one. My mother claims it'll brighten the place and make it more festive and joyful for his life there if he starts it with a party."

She could imagine her mother saying something like that.

"My mother wanted to throw a party for me as well when I moved into the apartment. I pleaded with her until we agreed with just dinner thankfully."

She walked into the store, Wyatt following her. A clerk came to the counter and she told him the game she wanted. A few minutes later, and two hundred dollars less, she got the game, and they were headed back to the car.

"Why did you move out?" Wyatt asked.

"I don't know. I guess I felt like it was time to branch out on my own. To have a space of my own."

"Having your own space is so wonderful. My brother was staying with me before his move so I'm extremely happy he found somewhere."

"Are you and your brother close?"

Cassidy couldn't remember Wyatt ever talking about his personal life. All the conversations they ever had had been about her and her personal life. It was nice to get to know Wyatt beyond the station.

"We are. He's two years older than me and a doctor. My mother was hoping I'd follow along in those footsteps, but well, here we are."

"A police officer is pretty great as well. And you've already made Detective. I'm sure she's proud."

"She is. It just took some convincing to let her realize a detective is just as good."

Cassidy smiled. Hanging out with Wyatt was turning out to be more fun than she thought.

"Want to grab some popcorn?" he asked.

"Sure."

While Wyatt stood in line for the popcorn, Cassidy looked around the mall. Her gaze fell to a television in one of the stores. A news bulletin was spread across the screen. She couldn't hear what was being said, but it looked as though the police were searching for a man. A picture of the man came up on the screen. That seemed to be a good way to locate someone. Why wasn't the police doing that for Rose?

"Here's your popcorn," Wyatt said, interrupting her thoughts.

She smiled and took the bag he offered. They began walking again to the elevator. Cassidy ate some of the popcorn as she formulated how she wanted to bring up the topic.

"Why hasn't the police informed the media about the case? I'm sure it would help in locating Rose," she blurted. It was best to get it out than beat around the bush.

"It would help," Wyatt agreed. "However, we have no evidence that says Rose is the killer. All we have are CCTV footages of her at locations of the murders. Chief thought it would be premature to launch a witch hunt for a woman we weren't sure wasn't the killer."

"But with everything we've learnt so far, don't you think informing the press now would be a good thing?"

Wyatt looked across at her.

"You've been thinking about this a lot," he stated.

Cassidy shrugged.

"The case is all I have on my mind these days. I want it to be solved as quickly as possible. And I want to help in any way that I can."

"Going to the press now is actually a good idea. I'll have to talk to Chief about it. It could help us locate Rose. And we need to locate her before the twenty-seventh. Either we catch her, and the killings stop, or we catch her, realize she's not the one we're looking for and we quit wasting resources on her."

"Do you think there's a possibility she's not the murderer?" Cassidy asked quietly.

She didn't want the people around her to hear. A conversation about murder wasn't something that should be had in such a public setting, but Cassidy had way too many questions. She couldn't wait till they reached the car.

"When we first met, I thought she wasn't the murderer. You were so adamant about it and there really wasn't much evidence," Wyatt said.

That didn't answer her question, though.

"What about now?" she probed.

"Now," he paused and stopped walking. She stopped as well and turned to him. His eyes bored into hers.

"Now, I think the possibility of it being her is high. Very high. There's way too many coincidences. I know it's not what you want to hear, but I think you should start preparing yourself for news that it is her."

He was right. That's not what she wanted to hear