Adam's cheerful voice forced Wyatt to look up at the fresh faced youth. Wyatt's face was nowhere as cheerful as Adam's.

"I've been here all night," he answered, running a hand through his hair.

He needed some coffee and something to eat. Maybe a shower and some sleep as well. In that order.

"You stayed at the station all night?" Adam asked surprised.

He pulled out the chair in front of Wyatt's desk and made himself comfortable.

"I had some leads to run down."

"Why didn't you call me?" Adam asked, sounding slightly hurt.

Wyatt couldn't help the grin that came onto his face. Adam had only been on his team for a year, but he was proving to be a valuable asset. Sure he talked a bit too much for Wyatt's personal preference and the kid was a bit too clumsy, but he was still a good detective. Or at least had the skills to become a good detective.

"There was nothing you could do. I had the evidence taken in and analysed immediately last night."

"You found evidence?" Adam sat up immediately, waiting for Wyatt to continue.

Wyatt simply nodded.

He still couldn't believe how he had found the evidence. It had just been sitting there. Cassidy Monte had been collecting the evidence as though they were regular stuffed toys.

His shock at seeing not one, but fifteen stuffed animals, had remained with him throughout the night. He had tried his best over the night to place each stuffed toy at the murders.

He pulled the photos out of the folder on his desk and placed them for Adam to see. The young man's eyes opened widely staring at the photos.

"Are those what I think they are?"

"They are," Wyatt confirmed.

"Where did you find them?"

"Cassidy Monte's house."

Adam's mouth opened in shock and remained that way for quite a bit. The image was rather comical and Wyatt would have laughed had the current situation not been far too serious to be laughing over such things.

"Why does she have them?"

"Apparently, she's been receiving one every month for over a year. She believes that the orphanage she stayed at when she was younger was sending them to her. Angel House, I think was the name," he said, double checking it in his notes.

"I take it the orphanage is not the one sending it to her?"

"I don't think so. But we're going to pay them a visit today just to confirm. From the files, it was noted that Rose also stayed at the same orphanage. We'll find out what we can about her while we're there."

"Is that what has you so stressed?" Adam asked as Wyatt ran his hand through his hair again.

Wyatt shook his head.

"Follow me," he said to Adam and got up.

He led Adam to the conference room. They were essentially using it as their base for all information on this case. On one bulletin board was a map of Beacon with all the towns and cities highlighted. Adam had started tracking the murders on the map but wasn't finished yet. On another, he had placed pictures of each stuffed toy with the families that they represented.

"You've had a busy night," Adam mused as he looked over the board.

Wyatt just grunted. He grabbed the six pictures he had placed to the side.

"Did you match all the animals to the victims?"

"I matched nine of them. These six however," he said pointing to the pictures he laid out on the table, "I haven't been able to find the victims."

Adam looked at him.

"Are you saying there are more victims that we don't know about?"

"I'm afraid so," Wyatt answered resigned. "I've been looking over old case files in the area and nearby towns on murders that are similar to the pattern. So far, I've come across two cases that could possibly be linked to our serial killer. I'm having the station's email me their files."

"I have a question," Adam said suddenly.

Wyatt nodded for him to continue.

"Seeing as these animals were sent to Cassidy, does this mean Rose is our serial killer?"

Wyatt paused for a moment. It was a thought that had been circulating in his mind all night. The evidence against Rose was just piling higher and higher. Cassidy seemed to think her sister was innocent, and even though Wyatt wanted it to be true, especially for her sake, it was hard to overlook the new evidence.

Cassidy was connected to the serial killer. And her connection may well be through her sister.

"It increases the probability," Wyatt answered non-committal.

Focusing on one suspect and trying to prove their guilt may force him to overlook evidence. He was going to keep a clear mind about this until he had something definitive against someone. Something like DNA or a signed confession.

"Did the analysis on the stuffed animals come back yet? There could be DNA trace left on them," Adam said.

"I sent it in last night. It's a lot of stuffed animals. In the meantime, we're going to visit Angel House."

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"Do you usually send packages in boxes like these?" Wyatt asked, showing the director of the orphanage the picture on his phone.

He had snapped a picture of the box from Cassidy's apartment last night before taking it to the lab for testing.

"We do. That's our logo on the sticker," the director confirmed.

"Can someone else gain access to those stickers?" Adam asked.

"Sure they can. We print a bunch every few months and share them out. The kids like to share it with their friends. We give them to people who adopt children. We even have them at the information centre on the first floor."

That might explain how whoever was mailing the packages had gotten the stickers. But it also meant they had no way of tracking them.

"Do you remember Cassidy Monte? She and her sister Rose were both placed here for a period of time. Their parents had passed away in a fire," Wyatt questioned.

The director paused for a moment thinking.

"Monte. I believe I remember them. Two sisters if I'm not mistaken."

Wyatt nodded, encouraging her to continue.

"I don't believe the older sister was with us for long. Two days perhaps before she was transferred to another foster facility. The younger was with us for nearly a year before she got adopted."

"I don't suppose you still have their files?" Wyatt queried.

"We should still have them," she answered.

"Can you send them over to our office?" Adam asked.

The director nodded and Adam exchanged contact with her, getting a promise that she would send the files as soon as she could.

"So Rose only stayed here for a short period of time," Adam mused on the car ride back to the station.

"It seems so. The files back at the office doesn't have any specific details so hopefully what the director sends is useful," Wyatt answered.

"Must have been a rough childhood. Having their parents die so young and then getting separated."

"It must have been," Wyatt answered.

He honestly couldn't imagine it. His older brother annoyed the living hell out of him, but he didn't know what he would do if they were separated for over twelve years. That was an extremely long period of time. How Cassidy had managed on her own was anyone's guess. She had gone from having three family members to being all by herself. Hell of a way to grow up.

Wyatt pulled up in front of the station but didn't shut the car off.

"Go get some lunch," he ordered Adam.

"Anything specific?" Adam asked smiling.

"Something with chicken."

They both got out of the car, with Adam sliding behind the driver wheel and Wyatt going into the station. Adam should be back with lunch in about thirty minutes. It gave Wyatt enough time to get some coffee. Maybe take a short nap.

"Wyatt!" a voice called across the room.

So close to getting some sleep, he thought, turning to face Chief Potts.

"Chief," he answered smiling. "What can I do for you?"

"My office," the man said, walking back into said office.

His tone didn't sound too pleasant. Looked like Wyatt was about to hear an earful. Let's hope Adam came back soon with food and saved him from this.

"What's this I hear about you finding evidence last night?" Chief asked, right off the bat.

Wyatt sat, making himself comfortable before speaking.

"I followed Cassidy Monte around yesterday. I gave her a lift home and saw she had received a package. She opened it in front of me and I saw it was a stuffed animal. One that was missing from the last murder case. Turns out she's been receiving one each month for over a year."

"And who does Miss Monte think is sending it to her?"

"She originally thought it was the orphanage, but we can agree that it's not them. Adam and I visited the orphanage this morning. They're sending over their case files on Rose and Cassidy from their time there."

"And Miss Monte? When is she coming in? I think we should have another chat with her," Chief stated.

Wyatt winced. He was hoping to avoid that. He had mentioned coming down to the station today to her, but Cassidy had been ignoring his calls all morning.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

"It seems Cassidy doesn't want to come in at the moment. All calls to her cell have gone unanswered."

Chief's expression turned stern.

"Do we know where she is?"

"I have undercovers following her. They said she's at her mother's house."

Chief nodded.

"She needs to come in soon. The team from the National Intelligence Unit got here this morning. They've requested to question both Carl Hunt and Miss Monte," Chief commented.

"Why do they need to speak to Carl Hunt? We've already interrogated him," Wyatt pointed out.

"They want to interrogate him themselves. They believe they may be able to get him to talk," Chief answered.

Carl Hunt was a mystery at the moment. He refused to say where he was the days of the murders. As far as Wyatt could tell, the man didn't have a credible alibi. The nail in Carl Hunt's coffin though, was the fact that he was a repairman that had worked for at least five of the families killed.

However, Carl was adamant about the fact that he wasn't the killer. There also wasn't any links between him and the previous families like the Masons and Hills. The thought of two separate murderers had crossed Wyatt's mind but the way in each family was killed was too similar to account for two killers.

"Well we're going to let them interrogate him anyway. Unless we find evidence in the next day, we're going to have to release him. They've also expressed great interest in Miss Monte. I assume they're going to have many questions for her," Chief informed him.

Wyatt didn't like any of this. He needed to find evidence – soon. He was also sure Cassidy wasn't going to appreciate being questioned. There would now be more people assuming her sister was a killer while she tried to prove her innocence. He should probably speak to her before the Intelligence team did.

"I'll get her down here," Wyatt said, rising from his chair.

"Have you had a chance to look at the medical records?" Chief asked, before Wyatt could leave.

"Haven't had a chance," he answered honestly.

Adam had pulled the files but they were still sitting on his desk untouched.

"I suggest you look at those before meeting with Miss Monte," Chief noted, before going back to his own work. That was his dismissal.

Wyatt was almost too afraid to look at the files. He knew he was going to learn new information the minute he opened those files. It was the only reason Chief would tell him to look at it.

He grabbed the file off his desk, making himself comfortable. It was the medical report from after the fire. He skimmed though the first page.

It was basic information. Cassidy's age, her address. He flipped to the next page where her injuries were listed. Smoke inhalation from the fire. Soot in her throat and lungs. According to the doctor, they had made it out just in time.

He flipped to the next page, expecting to see more information, but there were pictures. They looked like X-rays. He read the doctor's notes at the bottom.

Lungs appear to be fine. There also appears to be healing from broken ribs at some point. Multiple scars were also noted on the patient's body. Her ribs weren't the only thing that was broken. X-rays showed her left hand and wrist has also been broken before. Not sure what caused these injuries.

Wyatt looked up from the notes, his mind reeling. Cassidy's injuries had been were obtained before the fire and with enough time to heal. How had she gotten them? A sick thought crossed his mind, but he sure hoped he was wrong.

Chief had been right however, there was pertinent information to be found in her medical records.

Oh what did Wyatt find. Anyone has any ideas?

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I really like writing from Wyatt's POV.

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