Disclaimer: Now you know I don't own Ghost Whisperer and I do not know Jennifer Love Hewitt so please don't ask for her autograph.

"What is it Melinda?" Jim asked, "What did you find out?" Melinda was hurrying down to her car as she spoke on the phone. At this point she got into the car and started for home.

"Well, first of all, I found the newspaper article I was looking for and it turns out I was right, it was major headline news. As for what I found out, well, it turns out Brooklyn Steinbeck was traveling with one TEDDY Steinbeck, her older brother. The police said he wouldn't give a statement. In fact, according to the article, after the accident, Teddy seemed to just up and disappear. It was weird."

"That does sound kind of strange. Anything else?"

"Yeah, Brooklyn showed up in the library."

"Oh? What did she want?"

"She told me that she wanted me to find Teddy and that he had to know."

"Had to know what?"

"That's the problem, I didn't find out. The lady at the front desk returned before Brooklyn could answer and she vanished. She didn't return after that but the article feels that Teddy may have had something to do with Brooklyn's death in the accident. They reckon that's why he disappeared because he didn't want anyone pressing charges."

"Well, that sounds reasonable enough. If I had anything to do with someone's death, I'd certainly take off and go into hiding. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. All I know is I have to find Teddy."

"Honey, you know how hard that might be?"

"I know Jim, I know but I have to do it, for Brooklyn's sake. If I don't find Teddy so that she can tell him whatever it is she thinks he has to know, she won't be able to cross over. I don't know what to do."

"Was there a picture of Teddy at all in the newspaper?"

"No, none."

"Than why don't you do a search for Teddy Steinbeck on your computer?"

"Jim, you're a genius! That's exactly what I'll do. Gotta go, love you, bye."

"Bye." Melinda hung up the phone and hurried to the shop where she found Delia inside helping a customer. After a friendly hello, Melinda went in the back, set up her laptop, and logged on. She typed in "Teddy Steinbeck" and then clicked search. To her surprise, the computer pulled up another article, one that was from a paper in another state.

"Man's Real Identity Found, Arrested For Suspected Murder," she read aloud. Melinda narrowed her eyes and started to read the article. "Teddy Steinbeck was arrested on his own confession today when he was found out at his home at 2133 Rosebush Dr. (A/N: I don't know if there really is a Rosebush Dr.), Malibu, California. He was living under the alias Barry Woreton. Teddy has been sent back to a small Grandview prison to await trial for the possible murder of his six year old sister, Brooklyn Steinbeck who's body was found in the remains of the Carlotta Cruise Ship a day after it sunk, about two years ago." Melinda sat back, staring at the article wide-eyed. "So that's it," she said, "He feels he's responsible for Brooklyn's death. That must be what she has to tell him, that it wasn't his fault. If he can get that through to the cops, he can be a free man, but he has to believe it himself first." Suddenly, a whole box of priceless antique clocks came falling off a shelf and Melinda, looked up to see what was going on.

A/N: Sorry! I love cutting the chappies off at odd cliffhanging places. Guess you guys are lucky that I am updating this story so much. Otherwise, you'd be left wondering what was next just like all the stories I've started but never finished. The one that's furthest along is definitely the Winx Club story I wrote. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chappie. See you in chappie 5!