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"Please...Sit..." JesseAnne asked timidly before disappearing into the kitchen. I raised an eyebrow and almost trailed behind her to interject, but Keith pulled me back.

"Let her breathe for a moment," he said, gently squeezing my shoulder. "I know you two have a past together and it isn't good, but remember that you must be professional about this. Ask her questions that will make her tick, not you."

As he said this, he released his grip and led me to a couch in what seemed to be a living room. We both sat down and quietly waited for our suspect to arrive. When she finally did, she seemed a little more calm. Keith's hand hovered above his holster if anything did go wrong. Hopefully they wouldn't.

"JesseAnne," he began sternly, "We want to know where you were the night Kiara Holland was murdered."

"I'll be completely honest; I was completely drunk," she answered.

"Why were you drinking?" I asked.

She scrunched up her face in frustration and heaved a sigh. "Because...Because...I don't know...I like beer!"

I looked towards Keith, who gave me a look that clearly read, 'Keep Pushing.'

"Are you sure that's the answer you want to stay with, JesseAnne, or is there an actual explanation as to why you were drunk the night Kiara was murdered."

JesseAnne shifted, sweat now beading across her forehead and slowly making its way down her pale cheeks.

"I...I've been having relationship issues," she answered, wiping at her brow. "My...My fiance...You see..."

I held up my hand to stop her. "Fiance?" I asked and she nodded quickly.

"Yeah. Remember Luke Owens? We started dating after Daniel broke up with Kiara and he just proposed to me a week ago."

"And you're already having relationship problems?" I asked, not believing this at all. Something didn't fit. When she was dating Daniel, she wasn't cling-y until he called it off. Now, she was engaged and she was suddenly fighting with her husband-to-be? Especially a week after he proposed?

"Ms. Grande," Keith said with a calm tone, "I had this gut-feeling that you are not telling the truth."

"I am!" JesseAnne whined.

"No...You're not," I cut in. "JesseAnne, the less you cooperate with us, the more trouble you'll be in. If you have something to say, that is the truth, then please tell us!"

JesseAnne shook her head and looked at her shaking hands. She sat like this for almost ten minutes before Keith decided to crash through the silence.

"You need to help us," he said quietly, almost comfortingly. "I know Kiara wasn't a good friend to you, but she was a human being who deserves nothing more than her killer to be behind bars, facing a life in prison."

"I...I..." JesseAnne stuttered and tears swelled in her eyes once more. "It was a huge mistake!" She threw her head in her hands and sobbed heavily.

"What was a mistake?" Keith asked gently, now reaching over to grip her hand, which JesseAnne gladly proceeded to do.

"I...I didn't report the call to the police station!" She cried some more and held her tear-stained face.

"What call?" I asked, sitting up straighter.

"A man called me...He said that he was going to kill Kiara...I didn't think he'd do it..."

"Who was this man?" I asked, now leaning on the edge of my seat.

JesseAnne shook her head. "No...I think that's enough. Get out of my house!"

"Please," I begged, but Keith stopped me.

"Thank you, JesseAnne for your time. If you have any more information, please come to the department and share it. Come on, Kenna, we have to go now."

He pulled me up and led me towards the door, I whispered harshly in his ear.

"What are you doing? She could be lying...She could be making her plans to escape the country if we leave her alone!"

Keith just smiled. "Trust me on this, Rookie. I can tell when people are lying; they have this certain air about them. JesseAnne seems devastated by this death just as much as you are. And besides, we have the phone records."

With that said, I didn't hesitate to drive to the station, where we found Amy, talking away with Mal.

"Dad," I greeted and he smiled gently.

"How was your first day on the force, Kenna?" he asked and I shrugged.

"Could have gone better," I replied and turned to Amy, "Hey, we need you to look into JesseAnne Grande's phone records."

"Weren't you going to make an arrest?" my dad asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head and nodded towards Keith.

"He said it wasn't necessary."

"Only because JesseAnne gave us some pretty thorough information that we can use to find out who the real killer is. She specifically said a man contacted her, telling her that he was going to kill Kiara. I don't blame her for getting spooked."

"So, you want me to look into the records to see who could have done this?" Amy asked and Keith nodded.

"That's exactly what I'm thinking."

Amy smiled and brought us into the crime lab. She took her seat and started typing away at the computer. After a few minutes she waved her hand towards us to come to the screen.

"There's no name, but there is a number."

415-854-3456

The number was unfamiliar. "Maybe you should try calling," I suggested and Amy nodded, pulling out her own cellphone. She dialed the number at an incredible speed and listened intently, clicking on Speaker Phone.

"Hello?" a voice picked up, sounding very confused.

"Um," Amy began, "may I ask who's speaking?"

"June Springfield," the voice answered. "And you are..."

"I am looking for a male...Possibly a Mr. Springfield."

June hesitated to respond before speaking up. "I am single...Very single actually. I'm only seventeen. May I ask why you're calling a payphone?"

My hopes fell and I looked towards Amy. She bit her lower lip before quietly thanking the woman and setting her phone down.

"Maybe we should just call it a day," Keith concluded and Amy nodded.

"Get some sleep, the both of you," my dad said, walking into the lab. "Keith and Amy, can I talk to Kenna alone?"

I was hoping they would protest...But why would they? Everyone looked up at my dad...No one dared to disobey his word. As they exited my dad walked towards me. I couldn't help but take notice of his slight limp.

"I am very proud of you," he began and wrapped one arm around my shoulder. His warmth sent me comfort. "Even if this is only temporary."

"Thank you," I muttered and looked at my feet. It was hard to face him. I could tell how desperately he wanted me to fall in his footsteps; to be like him or my mother.

"Kenna," he said quietly. "I really am proud of you. Not because you're working at the SFPD...But because of your strength." He kissed the side of my head and smiled. "Just be safe, alright? I don't want to lose my Miracle Baby."

Miracle Baby. Dad always called me that whenever we have these little conversations. The reason for this name was because of my mom. She was taken hostage just before I was born and right after my father saved her, my mom went into labor. The truth about this all; I was a week late, but I kept strong. Dad was almost certain that I would have died, but I didn't...I lived. I was the Miracle Baby.

I wrapped my arms around my dad in a caring embrace and sighed. "I love you, Dad," I said quietly and he chuckled and held me back.

"I love you too, Kenna."