Emma stood there: trembling, gun in hand, holding back tears. Eli stood to her left and Kieran her right. Eli's arm was bleeding and he was holding a bloody knife in his hand as well. They had been in this same formation for a few minutes trying to figure out who to trust and what actually happened.

"Emma, you should know me well enough by now. I'm not the killer," Eli continued to beg her to believe him. "Kieran stabbed me. He saw that I followed him here and stabbed me so that I wouldn't ruin his plan. He thought I was dead, but I wasn't. I faked it and called the police. They're on their way here now. And Kieran doesn't have a single scratch on him. I don't think that's a coincidence."

"For all we know, you stabbed yourself," Kieran retorted.

"Emma, you know that restraining order with the girl from Atlanta? That's Kieran's fault. He told her mom I was taking naked pictures of her and posting them online."

"Because you were!" Kieran gestured at Eli angrily.

"No, that was you!" Eli protested. "Emma, I came to Lakewood last October to get revenge on Kieran, but not like this. And think about it: Kieran just happens to know what room you and Audrey are in, and on top of that, remember when we snuck into that model home? The one that burned down? Clearly the killer followed us there and I couldn't have started that fire if I was inside with you the entire time. I never left your sight. And the sheriff said that the fire was started deliberately."

"Eli, I—" Emma paused.

"Let me finish," Eli pleaded. "Kieran probably didn't want me to get close to you because it would prevent you two from getting closer and having him gain your trust. He needed your trust to pull this all off. You were his in. His source of information."

"Enough, Eli. You're making false accusations. Emma's not going to buy into that, are you Emma?" Kieran turned and looked at his girlfriend. Suddenly worry filled his eyes when he saw she didn't have a response right away.

"Eli has a point, I'm sorry Kieran. You have no alibi for that night. And Eli was with me the entire time so it couldn't have been him," Emma gasped as the realization hit her. "All signs point to you."

"Emma, please. You have to believe me. I love you," Kieran said and headed toward her. Eli ran towards Kieran with the knife and attempted to stab him. But Kieran's reflexes were quick and he turned the knife back on him, stabbing him in the abdomen. Eli dropped.

Emma screamed, tears welling in her eyes before pouring down her cheeks. She backed away from Kieran and stood next to Audrey. The gun was now pointed towards Kieran, indirectly ordering him to stay away.

"Come any closer and I will shoot. That's a promise."

Kieran was panicking. He now held the bloody knife previously wielded by Eli, and after a few moments of Emma and Kieran having an uneventful stand-off, the police arrived. At that point everything happened so fast. One minute it was "Kieran Wilcox, you are under arrest" and the next thing he knew he was on the ground, knife knocked across the floor. Kieran was suddenly on his way to prison for murder and he didn't know what to do. After everything he and Emma had been through, not even she believed him. He was scared to death for what might happen to him, but he could at least sleep at night knowing that Eli was dead and Emma and the rest of her friends and family were safe.

Two prisoner escort officers ushered Kieran down the hallway to his cell. His hands were cuffed together with a chain linking down to the cuffs around his ankles. He took small steps as not to stumble over on his way there. But he was immediately interrupted by another officer entering the hallway from another room.

"Wilcox. You have a phone call," he said.

The officers brought him back into the previous room. It was a small room, only a little wider than the hallway and it had three payphones lined up against one wall with small wall dividers in between each one, with stools placed in front of each phone booth as well.

Kieran picked the phone up off the switch hook and held it up to his ear.

"You thought it was over, didn't you?" The voice spoke. "Well guess what? I'm just getting started. See you soon, Kieran."

Those words played over and over in his head, tormenting him for weeks. He wanted to warn Emma, or anybody really. But he was already pegged as the killer and nobody would believe a word he says. All he could do was wait until the bloodshed started up all over again.