(Warning: Graphic Content near the end of the chapter. I felt sick just writing it... Anywho, thanks to angie2282, Zackt2010, and DevilToBeLoved for your reviews! I've decided to add a preview to this chapter, just to test it. If you like it, review your response and I'll do it for all the chapters.

Preview: Roger and his sister have a tense confrontation, while back at the crime scene of Roger's house, the lead investigator begins his investigation into the Triple Dark Murder Case.

"Roger..."

"..."

"Roger!"

"..."

"Roger, just talk to me damn it!"

"What do you want me to say?" Roger snapped at Angelina, his eyes wide.

"What do I want you say?" Angelina repeated. "I want to say why did you do that?"

"I'm sorry. I magically knew that there'd be some kind of sick bladed trap at the bottom. Considering I am apparently on par with the murderer, and when you lot are all dead, I'm just gonna grab a beer and celebrate with him. Are you kidding me!"

"I don't think you're with the killer." Melanie said, biting her nails.

"Thanks." Roger said, rubbing a hand through his hair. "At least someone believes in me."

Melanie looked a little guilty and looked away.

"Why are you so high strung, Roger?" Angelina asked. "This isn't like you. You're a family man-"

"That is exactly the reason why I'm so high-strung! I keep having something in my mind that something has happened to my family, to Rosie, to Harvey and Eliza, to my baby. I don't know what, but I want – I need to find out! It's gnawing at my mind and I just cannot get what it is! It's not like you know anyway, since Brian."

SLAP

Roger's face whipped to the side, his cheek instantly growing red.

Angelina breathed hard, her hair askew.

"Sorry..." Roger said, holding his hand to his cheek. "You don't deserve that; I shouldn't have said anything..."

"Come on." Angelina quietly said, and continued briskly down the corridor.

The other girls glanced at each other and then at Roger, before following Angelina.

LINE BREAK

At Roger Dark's house, activity was everywhere. Police cars were lined at the front of the cordons, trying to keep the reporters and neighbourhood at bay. Along with that were two ambulances, standing ready.

In the cordon, police officers were milling about, looking for evidence outside the house.

The lead investigator, Gordon James, sat back in his car slightly, and flicked the cigarette out the window. James was an unfit man, with the start of a belly, and stubble over his face. His hair was already receding, and an ugly scar ran just above his ear where he had been knocked out from behind by a suspect on the scene.

Despite this, James was good at his job.

James climbed out of the car, and walked through the garden carefully, adjusting his tie. He opened the door, and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Although, the phone call he got earlier said that words couldn't describe it, but the bodies were left as they were, ready for his instructions. James saw other crime scene investigators in their ghostly costumes move pictures and checking locks or windows for any sign of forced entry.

"Gordon!"

James turned to one of the investigators, and also one of his best friends. Chris Isaacs was the complete opposite of James, fit, trendy, and a hit with the ladies. The only thing similar was their interest in the job.

"Isaacs." James nodded at the man to talk.

"Come look at this."

James followed Isaacs to a small cupboard, and when Isaacs stood aside, looked inside. Even the grizzly veteran gasped, and held a cloth to his mouth. "What the hell... what sort of sick fuck would do that...?"

Inside lay two dogs, or at least the remains of the dogs. Large, jagged cuts were across their bellies, allowing the entrails to spill out. The necks were also at an odd angle, indicating they were broken.

"Doc says that it was quick work, nothing more than a minute." Isaacs reported.

"But why go for the dogs?"

"Silence them? But some close friends say that the dogs, which are named Max and Moe, had been in the family for a while, and were loved as if they were part of the family. It could be some kind of psychological thing. Who knows? But if you think this is bad, you'll need to prepare a bag for upstairs."

As Isaacs led James upstairs, he continued to talk. "Doc says that the guy has to have some past history in surgery or something, because of... well... you'll see." Isaacs stopped at a door, and indicated for James to go in.

The investigator gingerly stepped in, and it seemed normal. There was a photo of the family on the wall, and a cupboard to the left. He looked to the right, and suddenly gagged, holding his chest. James coughed, and felt vomit coming up his throat. He forced it down, banged his chest, before continuing into the room, followed by Isaacs, whose face was slightly sad.

Two figures sat by the wall, the first, a young boy, had his hair rough, and his neck jerked to the side. A large jagged slash went through his neck and through the main arteries. James looked at the young boy sadly. 'Way too young to die.' James next looked at the woman, who he guessed was the mother. Her usual pretty face had been marred by a large bruise to the cheek, and her neck was also slit. James crouched down and looked at the hole in the belly, and then followed the umbilical cord.

'Can't delay it any longer' James thought grimly to himself, the cause of his reaction in his sights. On the bed, in a bloody mess, was a body. It could still be identified as an unborn baby though, although it appeared to have multiple stab wounds. "That's just... just wrong..." James muttered to himself, before turning to Isaacs. "When you said two kids and a woman, I didn't realise you meant a baby as a kid. You could have informed me before hand."

Isaacs smiled grimly. "Well, there is a bit of good news. The daughter, one Eliza Dark, apparently survived. She has a deep cut in her neck, and has lost a lot of blood, but somehow she survived. But, she's in deep shock and is currently unconscious, and likely to get in a coma. When she wakes up, our first objective is to see if she knows where her father, Roger Dark, is."

"Of course..." James said. "The father is always the Prime suspect, no matter who the victims or how they were killed."