Time was indeed ticking away, but Lilly needed to find out the truth, "What happened Roberta", her voice now getting louder.
However Roberta remained silent, which was starting to piss off the detectives. Somehow it probably was a good idea for her to do so; once Vera came across something interesting. Leroy might have tried to use an alias but somehow that plan backfired. One thing remained the same; his address is where both Vera and Lilly went to next.
Somehow that's when Leroy began shooting at them; luckily the two experienced detectives hit the ground and shot back. When he ran out of bullets, the two them broke down the door; to see a man with very intense evil eyes staring back. Just moments after Vera had placed him in handcuffs, Leroy snarled at Lilly, "Sweet One".
Those words clearly had affected her, but she wasn't going to let him get into her thick skin, "SHUT UP", she yelled. Leroy's face then turned very cold, as Vera led him out to a waiting squad car. While waiting, Lilly peered into one of the room, inside were pictures of the victims. The most powerful and saddening photo was that of her father holding her as an infant, at her mother's funeral.
Clearly Leroy got a thrill over watching people grieve or just happened to be an excellent photographer. Either way, the whole thing was saddening.
Moving closer, there were more pictures; gruesome ones. It made Lilly's stomach turn several times, before she had to look away. When Vera came back, he noticed this as well before looking at another photo, "Cute kid", making her look over.
"That's me at six", Lilly replied, "I loved that bike, my dad had bought it for me", seeing how happy that her younger self was. Although that wasn't all the time, she knew that just by riding her bike around her felt happy.
Once that they were about to collect evidence from the apartment, Lilly found more damaging pieces of evidence, that immediately linked him to the murders; all except for her mother's. Upon coming back, Lilly immediately felt sick and threw up in the bathroom. The pictures had clearly made her stomach churn.
While washing her face in the sink, Lilly glanced up and saw the face of her mother staring right back. Gasping slightly, before seeing that the face was going; this now symbolized that she was getting very close to the truth.
After taking several, long deep, breaths Lilly walked back into the room. There were indeed more gruesome photos, "Doctor Death"?
"Guy's one angry psychopath", Kat said, "Even kept a journal".
Stepping into the room, this time Lilly was conducting this interrogation with Stillman. As she circled around Leroy, angrier flowed throughout her veins. Upon placing a photo down in front of him, his face remained; cold and stoic.
Leroy then looked up, "What the hell is the meaning of this", he demanded?
"Her name was Lillian Cooper you murdered her in the early 70's, three days after she had given birth", yelled Lilly.
The older man crossed his arms, "Another useless brute, in my mind she didn't deserve to have that kid", now leering at Lilly, "In the end both parents left you, my, my, my".
Stillman wasn't impressed by this guy, however the two didn't seem to be getting anywhere with this guy. Back in New Jersey, Cooper was thinking back to the day that he had brought Lilly home from the hospital, for the very first time. To him that memory was both good and bad, but it made him realize what Lillian had given to him.
The door to the apartment had opened, as Cooper came in holding his precious newborn daughter. His eyes looked saddened, about losing his wife; as the baby cried softly. Now peering down at Lilly, he could see her eyes opening; displaying two blue orbs.
He knew that she was that all he had in his life, but knew that Lilly would grow up without her mother. As Lilly cried softly, Cooper gently rocked her, "It's alright", kissing her cheek, while her head rested on his heart.
It was there that he had felt those pulls, which love about being a father that was so special, yet so important to him. "It okay Lilly", as he continued kissing her, "I'm here, I love you. When she finally quieted down, everything was silent but the sound of her breathing. A few tears continued to roll down his cheeks, while his eyes remained on Lilly.
' I promise I'll try to be a good dad", he said softly, " I wish that your mother was here, I miss her so much", as his sadness came flooding out in a bucket of wet tears. Very slowly he then gently placed Lilly down in her crib, but had continued to watch her little chest slowly rising and falling. To him, she was the most beautiful thing in his life, but his thoughts were still on his now murdered wife.
Looking across he then saw Lillian standing there...
That last thought snapped Cooper out of the past, but it made him want to drive to Philly to see his daughter. He needed to be with her right now, however with Lilly working on this case made him reconsider driving there. Still, if he wasn't drinking; perhaps he would have had the strength to take her away from Ellen and give Lilly a much happier life.
That never happened, but deep down his blood had boiled, wanting to meet the sick bastard that had snuffed the life out of his wife. He needed to pay for what he had done; not just to her but to Lilly as well. She needed to know the truth, and perhaps he did as well. Cooper was also angry at himself, for getting himself into a drinking habit, instead of caring for his own child.
He had reminded himself, which was only in the past. That was a bad move to even start with, thus moving in with a drunken woman was another. Cooper knew that Lillian wasn't that way at all, but had a kind goodness to her that he had wanted his own daughter to know about. After all, she needed to know who Lillian really was.
In Philly, Lilly was hard at work trying to get the story out of Leroy. Her head throbbed miserably but even with painkillers, it didn't seem likely to disappear. Stepping inside of the room, she now stood in the shadows.
Leroy's eyes remained fixed and cold, "I didn't kill her detective, I might have stalked her but she wasn't on my death list. She was on his".
"His you mean you had another accomplish", asked Lilly?
His hand hit the table, thus making her flinch, "Yes, another scumbag doctor. Guy was a true cold killer, saw him murder people with his own bare hands. I wasn't there when he killed that bitch", as Leroy wrote down the name, before passing the writing pad over to her, "Good luck finding him, or maybe you might end up like her".
The sound of his voice was downright creepy, and disturbing in nature. Lilly wasn't about to let him underneath her skin, besides she already had thick skin. After looking up the address, things were once again heating up. Only that this time, Stillman had assigned Lilly and Scotty to stakeout his place just to be on the safe side.
One thing that the squad didn't need was to be on another wild goose chase.