On the way back to the station to start my paperwork I was trying like crazy to put together the dream and the crime scene. I have very rarely had dreams that actually came true or had any similarities to actual events. The truck in my dream may not have any significance, or it could be the vehicle of the killer/kidnapper. Maybe there was more than one person responsible for the carnage that I had spent my morning dealing with. But why would someone feel the need to kill two people and take their child? It seemed to me that it would only make sense that Brendan was not their child, and they were caring for him for his parents or as a fosters parents for the county. That made it even more important to find out who Brendan's parents where, if not the couple in the bed, and what the circumstances were surrounding the placement of him in the care of Ms. Cromwell.

Arriving at the station, with a set agenda in my head, I was not at all surprised to see a news crew parked outside the front door. I was trying to evade their questions, when the Chief approached my car door. "Lizabeth, as far as I am concerned you are not ready to make a statement to the press". What a relief, "So, Chief are you going to make a statement or are you just going to let them sit outside the front door all day"? "Well, as far as I'm concerned," he turned and squinted in their direction, "they can sit out there all day if they have nothing better to do, but I'm not talking to them until we get a better grasp on the situation at hand." With his normal amount of control and dignity, he turned and walked towards the news crew. By his body language and the expressions on their faces, I could tell that they weren't going to get the story that they had hoped. I watched as they got back into there SUV, they were almost out of the parking lot when I emerged from my car. Thank goodness I didn't have to face them, I would have plenty of opportunity to be on the news later.

Sitting in my office staring at the wall, I was perplexed, the message that had been on the wall at the crime scene, seemed to be burned into my brain. Every time I closed my eyes I could see it, just like I was standing in front of it. I began questioning myself, Was I developing some time of psychic ability? I think not, but its still an angle to look at. The fact that I have had the dream more than once and this is the first scene the message had been at, to me, proves that it was not a psychic dream but more of a coincidence. What if I had seen the vehicle with the sticker and for some reason it had just been filed into my subconscious. Intriguing, now to figure out where I was when I saw the vehicle. I have been having the dream for more than a week so it had to have been at least a week when I first saw that damned bumper sticker.

"Lizabeth!, What the hell are you doing"? startled out of deep thought I looked up to see my supervisor standing at my door. " Working on a double murder. What do you think I'm doing"?"Well It looks like to me you are staring blankly into space, Ive been standing here for five minutes waiting for you to snap out of it"."Jack, I don't have time to explain my process to you so Why don't you just leave me alone so I can make my conclusions and get my report done. I only have about 36 hours to figure this out and catch the scumbag that committed these heinous crimes, and less than that to find Brendan"

As Jack walked out of my office I had this strange feeling that there was going to be more than just this one crime by the end of this circus. Was my subconscious trying to tell me something that I should already know on the conscious level? Or was I just grasping for the answers that weren't there. I quickly returned to my dazed state, attempting to make sense of the situation at hand, and getting nowhere quick. I was rudely jerked back into reality by a phone ringing. Turning slightly I looked down at my desk phone prepared to let the damn thing ring if it was someone that I didn't want to deal with. I was confused when the phone was not lit up, but I could still hear ringing. It took me all of about 5 seconds to realize that it wasn't ringing. Where was my cell phone? I knew it had to be in my office somewhere but I couldn't remember where I had placed it when I walked in. It quit ringing long before I found it, in its normal place on a shelf in my bookcase. I opened the phone to check my latest calls and it was from Broderick. He doesn't normally call me while I'm at work so something serious had to be happening. I sat back in my chair and reached for the phone, it started to ring before I even got my hand to the receiver. Checking the caller ID and not knowing the number I just let it ring. I grabbed my coat from the hook on the door and walked outside to call Broderick back; God, I hope he hasn't gotten hurt.

Before I made it out back I was stopped by Sarah, one of the dispatchers, she informed me that the call that I had ignored had been transferred from them and the caller, who sounded a bit frantic, had called back shortly after being transferred to tell them that I didn't answer the phone and they desperatly needed speak to me. The person who called would not give their name to Sarah and was very insistent that they talk directly to me. Sarah told me that the number they called from had come up as Unknown on the caller ID. I went back to my office to check to see if they had left a message.