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"He...WHAT?"

"Dad," I said, "relax..."

"How can I relax when my daughter has been dating a SERIAL KILLER!"

"You're forgetting the big picture here; it was Kristen...Not Keith."

I sat on the floor of the room I had been staying in, in the decoy house. After the rush of things, I decided to call my dad. He seemed to know what to do in moments like these.

"But you got some evidence that could suggest that Keith killed that girl," my dad continued and sighed before cursing under his breath. "Kenna, you are coming straight home. I knew putting you on the force for this case would be a bad idea..."

"But Dad..."

"No but's. I don't want you to get hurt anymore than emotionally."

"But he's my boyfriend, Dad..."

"He's a SERIAL KILLER!"

There was a knock on my door, followed by McNeill's voice.

"You in there, Kenna?"

I covered the mouthpiece. "Yes, Sir. I'm just...Arranging some things with family."

"I see. Meet me in the kitchen when you're done. We have to talk."

He walked off and I returned to my father. "Dad...Part of me believes that Keith is not the killer, but another says he is. If mom was accused of killing someone...Wouldn't you stand up for her...Even if some evidence fought against it?"

My dad was silent, as if recalling a memory. "You really love this man...Don't you."

"More than anything..." I muttered. "I just don't know who to believe."

He fell silent once more. My mom, who had been in the same room, started talking to him and he replied with quiet agreements. "Mom," he began, "wants to talk to you."

"Okay..." I replied unsure. It's not that I don't like my mom...It's just that I relate better to my dad. Plus, my mom always tried to get into my head and use her psychic weirdness to approach my problems. I love her, but she can get really annoying.

"Kenna," she began as soon as the scuffle of the phone changing from person to person ended. "I know this must be incredibly hard for you."

"It is, Mom," I replied dully.

"And I know you probably don't want to hear anything from your mother right now...But I need you to tell me something."

"Sure," I agreed and she was silent as my dad talked to her.

"Alright," my mom started once more, "I want you to tell me who you think killed Alaina." My dad started talking again and my mom sighed before adding, "Go with your gut."

I smiled lightly. My dad always had a way of incorporating his Gut-Feeling speech, even if it was subtle. "Well..."

"And you can't say, 'I don't know'."

"Well...I want to believe that Keith is innocent."

"There you go," my mom continued, "that's your answer. You want to believe that your boyfriend is innocent. Now, go out there and tell your captain that you're fighting alongside Keith and you'll make sure he wasn't the one who killed that girl."

"But the evidence suggests that he did it..."

"A small portion yes. Have they checked the victim's house? Prints on the body? DNA anywhere?"

"No, I don't think so. They're a little under-developed, Mom. They do have technicians and such; but not the best equipment."

Mom conversed quietly with dad before he took the phone once more.

"Kenna...Are you being forced to leave?"

"I...I don't think so."

My dad sighed heavily before saying, "Stay there a few more days. I'll send some help."

He sounded almost doubtful; like what he was sending could get me killed, yet he still planned to follow through.

"Who are you sending?" I asked, fearing the response.

"Only the best lawyer, detective, Data Analyst and...Dare I say...The best forensic technician in San Francisco."