Brenna Carver stood outside of a small police station. Even though this Bostonian teen was used to the cold, she couldn't help but to shiver as the cool March wind blew through the even tinier town of Gracepoint, California. Slowly, Brenna ascended up the cement steps and opened the double wooden doors. She walked up to a desk that was straight ahead. A female cop, who was sitting behind the desk looked up.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm here to see Detective Carver" Brenna told her.

"And you are?"

"Just tell him that Brenna is here to see him."

"And he'll know who you are?" the cop questioned, leaning forward.

"I should hope so considering I'm his daughter." The cop seemed taken-a-back by this statement before quickly gaining her composure.

"Please have a seat while I try his office phone." Brenna took a seat and began tapping her foot quickly while taking in the area around her. People were quickly walking in and out of their offices while frantically shouting to one another. This tense environment was a strong contrast to the quaint little town that lay outside its doors.

"Brenna!" Her head snapped up as she was pulled out of her thoughts. A tall thin, scruffy looking man hovered above her.

"Dad" Brenna said standing up. "I'm so happy to see you."

"Come into my office" he said, quickly turning around and walking away.

"It's nice to see you too" Brenna sarcastically muttered under her breath as she followed him. Once they were inside his office, Detective Carver shut the door behind them.

"Sit!" he commanded. So Brenna did.

"What are you doing here?" Detective Carver spat at her.

"I got your pathetic little voice mail and thought that you might actually be happy to see me. I was obviously wrong."

"No. I am happy to see you. But how'd you get all the way here? Does your mother know you're here? What about school?"

"Of course mom knows I'm here. She's the one who drove me to the airport. I took a bus from LA and then took a cab from the bus station to here. And it's Spring Break, so I'm not missing any school. That answer all of your little questions."

"Brenna, a child died here three weeks ago and another child went missing this morning. I'm just worried about you."

"Yeah, well, you have a funny way of showing it. Walking out on us five years ago and never bothering to contact us once until last week. Not for our birthdays. Not for Christmas. Not for anything. Yeah, Dad, you care about your family a whole lot." Detective Carver leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"I'm sorry if that's how you feel about me, Brenna."

"Whatever."

"Look, if you don't have anything urgent to tell me, I've got two cases that I'm needed on." Detective Carver said as he got up and headed towards the door. "I'll just..."

"April has cancer" Brenna blurted out. Detective Carver immediately stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"What?" he sputtered.

"Yeah, Leukemia. Just thought you might like to know" Brenna said spitefully as she got up, brushing past her stunned father and walking out the door.