Sam, Larry and Sharon had been shifting through each case file that Fenton had. The only sound that could be heard was the shifting of paper and people, occasionally someone would hold up a file and ask a question and Sam would answer it, but that was rare.

Sam was finding it hard to focus the documents. He found himself amazed at how untouched the upstairs was compared to the downstairs. And he didn't even want to think about the downstairs. The glimpse of what he saw would give him nightmares for the rest of the year. But there was something nagging at him.

The down stairs was a mess, but nothing was taken. Nothing stolen, not even the money that Laura kept for rainy days. Up stairs the most disarray was a blood trail in the hall way, and it really couldn't be called a blood trail. More like drops of blood, like a nose bleed….

"Hey," Sam said, his voice breaking the trance of the others. "Did you process the blood trail in the hall up here?"

"Yeah, it was a low amount, meaning no serious injury and older then the rest of the blood," Larry answered.

Sam nodded and thought for a second, using his personal knowledge of the family to breath new life into the clues. There was something about the blood that was important but what? 'It's an unimportant amount of blood. The crime wasn't committed up here, the crime was in the kitchen. But why is there blood up here then? Where did it come from?'

"…Frank had been sick…"

Sam sat up straighter, a light turning on in his mind, "Frank was sick, that's why he was home before Joe, right?"

"According to Joe and the girlfriend," Sharon answered, "What are you thinking?"

"What was making Frank sick?" Sam asked, ignoring Sharon's question.

"A migraine I think. I found a bottle of Claritin as well as Excedrin in the kitchen," Larry answered, "both those tell me that he has bad sinuses."

"He does. Poor kid every year about this time is in sinus hell. They finally figured out his sinus headaches and migraines are caused by congestion and mucus build up. They put him on Zyrtec at first but for some reason it caused his nose to bleed…" Sam's jaw dropped and he looked at Larry.

Larry, that blood trail, could it have been caused by a nose bleed?" Sam asked eagerly.

"Certainly, why?" was the answer.

"The upstairs was untouched. They weren't here to steal anything, and the only place that was trashed was the downstairs. They had no reason to come up here because Frank wasn't up here, he was downstairs. Larry I need you to check that Claritin right away!"

For the first time since their arrival Con saw a reaction form Sam. It was brief, and if he hadn't been looking for it then he probably would have missed it. But for half a second she paled and her eyes grew wide, but it was just half a second.

"The trucks back?" she asked disbelief in her voice as she peered over the two detectives in order to see. "Well, I'll be damned," she mumbled.

"I take it you didn't hear it pull up, or your brother come in?" Carry asked.

"I was taking a nap, finals are killers. I woke up when Bobby called me," she answered meeting the detectives gaze unflinching.

"Is there someone else at home who could have seen your brother? A parent?" Carry continued, equally as cool.

"I am the parent detective," Sam answered flat out, showing the first signs of emotion since the conversation started. In seconds her manner changed from that of a strong, hard headed woman to a scared and very, very angry and bitter girl. "My brother isn't here, and no you can't come in to look. Please leave and don't come back without a warrant," Sam politely snapped as she started to close the on the pair. Con, however, had one last thing to ask.

Using a voice he'd dubbed 'the father voice,' Con started Sam down and said, "Excuse me young lady, but there is still one question left." Sam froze, hesitating at the new found authority in the detective, and that was all that Con needed. Now softening his voice but still keeping that authoritarian edge continued, "If your brother isn't here and he car is; where could your brother be?"

Sam flushed slightly and looked at the ground, weighing her answer. With a heavy sigh she looked Con in the eye, "He did something bad didn't he? Something really bad?"

Con nodded, holding her gaze.

"He hurt someone? He lost his cool and hurt someone didn't he?"

Still holding her gaze Con answered, "We don't know, but we think so. We need to talk to him."

Sam weighed the information; she weighed her brother's short temper, his past actions, and the honesty which she found in Con's gaze. Her eyes began to tear at the knowledge of what she was about to do and she shuddered. "Kenny's trailer is three rows down, it's a grayish white with an over grown lawn and a car on cinderblocks.

"Thank you," was all Con could say, and he said it to a door.

Biff and Chet were downstairs waging battle on each other in the form of Halo. Mr. and Mrs. Morton were in the kitchen playing checkers and spending a quite afternoon in each other's company when the shrill scream of a telephone broke the tranquility.

"Oh, stop fussing I'm coming," Mrs. Morton mumbled as she stood up to answer the phone, "and don't you think about moving one of your pieces Harry!" she warned her husband who gave an exaggerated sigh and hung his head.

Mrs. Morton answered the phone with a laugh, "Hello, Morton's farm, Margaret speaking how may I be of assistances?"

"Mrs. Morton, is Chet there?" came the trembling voice of Vanessa Bender.

"Of course he is dear, Vanessa what's wrong?" Mrs. Morton asked concern.

There was a pause on the other end as if Vanessa was trying to determine something then a heavy sigh, "You better call Chet up and Biff too if he's still there, and put me on speaker phone cause I'm only going to have the strength to say this once, I'm sorry."

"Not at all dear, hang on a second, I'll call the boys. Let me give you to Harry quick."

With out being told Mr. Morton had stepped up to take the phone and Mrs. Morton heard him talking as she went to the basement stairs. "Boys I need you up here, Vanessa is on the phone and by the sound of her voice it's important!"

She heard the sounds of an explosion and then a few muttered curses as the game was won and lost, then Chet called up, quite cheerfully, "Be right up!"

In a matter of seconds the whole household was gathered around the phone, which Mr. Morton had put on speaker for them.

"Alright dear, we're here. Go ahead."

With a deep breath and a strangled voice Vanessa told them about Frank and Joe.

At the same time Callie was talking to Phil, Frank's best friend. She had failed to get a hold of Tony, who she figured was at work and had his phone off but left a message saying to call her right away.

Phil listened patently as Callie told him tearfully what she knew. When she was done he was quite for a second, and Callie could feel the wheels of his mind turning. Phil and Frank were brothers. There was no question about it in anyone's mind. Their relationship on some days nearly matched the bond between Frank and Joe.

Callie heard him take a deep breath and exhale a curse before he spoke, "Con is probably going to want to talk to all of us since we all saw them yesterday."

'He's slipping into scientist mood, detaching from things…' Callie thought a little worried. For while she wasn't as close with Phil as Frank was, she knew him well enough to know how his mind worked. While Phil was a genius and a very mature and caring person, his emotions weren't as mature as the rest of his mind. When something happened that made him feel to strongly he had the tendency to grow cold and distant, refusing to feel anything until it became to much for him to handle. The last thing that Callie wanted was Phil losing it when he and Frank were the only two solid rocks that their group had.

"Phil are you alright?" she asked timidly.

"No, but don't worry about me, I won't flip out. Callie, have you called the others?"

"Vanessa's talking to Chet and Biff now, and I called Tony but left a message."

"Tell the other's to head over to Mr. Pizza, that's where Tony is today. Like I said, Con's going to want to talk to us and he's going to have it hard already. Let's make it easy on him and be at the same place. I'll give him a call, then come and pick you two up. Even if Con doesn't get a chance to talk to us, I still think we need to see each other right now."

Callie agreed, she couldn't find a hole in Phil's logic and knew that getting out of the house and doing something would help save her sanity.

"Alright hang on, I'll tell them...Vanessa, tell the guys that Phil wants to meet at Mr. Pizza so Con can talk to us all at once."

Vanessa nodded and repeated the request to the others, se gave a Callie a thumbs up sign then went back to her conversation.

Callie sighed and returned to Phil, "Well see you soon Phil."

"Where did you learn to talk to kids?" Carry asked Con as they made their way to Kenny's trailer.

"Well, I have three nephews and four nieces. Not to mention three Godchildren, pulse my father was pretty damn good at 'the voice' and a master of 'the look'," Con said with a shrug.

Carry laughed and nodded her head, "oh I love 'the look' it still works on my boys to date."

Con smiled and answered his phone which had started to ring while they talked. "Detective Riley."

"Con, it's Phil. Callie just told me what happened, I wanted to tell you that if you need to speak with anymore of us then Chet, Biff, Tony and I will all be at Mr. Pizza soon."

"Thanks Phil, it probably won't be me but I'll send another detective down."

"Alright…hey Con…"

"Yeah Phil?"

"Find them. Please get them."

"I will. I promise."