We call it a night at the bar after a couple of drinks and find a hotel for the night. The boys in one room and me in another. Luckily foar us, they are adjoining rooms. So until we are really ready to go to bed, the door is open. Holden is in the bathroom brushing his teeth, "Here's a question. If it is Benjamin Or some other boyfriend who freaked out on her, does the case merit our involvement?"

I walk into the room, having been in my room kicking my shoes off, "Yes, it does."

"We can't rule out a sequence killer, but if the perpetrator was a townie."

I sigh, "it doesn't mean he doesn't have the potential to kill again. Most sequence killers don't intend to kill the first time, look at Rissell. He had no intention of killing his first victim, but after the first one..."

"But if the crime is random then there is no reason for repeating it."

"Do you even listen when I talk?"

Tench takes off his glasses, since he had been reading, "Here's my question, shouldn't our funding cover three separate rooms?"

Ford steps out of the bathroom, "you don't like our company?" Tench sighs as he sits up and starts looking over some photos of the crime scene. Ford sits next to him, while I look over his shoulder, "The mutilation of her body alone justifies our involvement."

Tench looks over to Ford, "Would you mind sitting on your own bed," He looks back over to me, "and would you mind not looking over my shoulder, please?"

Ford takes a photo out of Tench's hand and moves over to his bed, and I sit next to Tench, granted not as close as Ford was. I look over to the clock and see it is past 1 a.m. "Well, I don't know about the two of you, but I am going to head to bed. Who is going to talk to the stylist tomorrow?"

"You, probably, if you're alright with that?"

"Yeah, of course." I nod, "I'll see you boys tomorrow."

"night." Ford and Tench call out in unison , neither looking up from what they're doing. I close the door and get changed, I honestly think I'm asleep before my head hits the pillow.

The next morning we wake up bright and early to head out to the salon. I wake up to Ford knocking on the adjoining door, "Nance? Nancy, it's time to get going. Come on, boots are on the ground."

I roll out of bed and grab a robe, Ford still knocking, "Okay, I heard you, stop knocking." I open the door.

Ford is dressed and ready to go, "did you just wake up?"

"Yes," I nod, "haven't you heard of beauty sleep."

Ford shakes his head, "Sleep is for the weak in this game, hurry up."

"I'll meet you two in the lobby," I close the door and quickly get ready. I'm kind of happy I packed slacks and flats rather than a skirt and heels, I'm so tired of this cold. When I get down to the lobby Ford looks at me a bit confused, "What?"

"Nothing, just... uh... pants?"

"What, you boys are the only ones who can wear suits?"

"no, no, its not that. It's just... I like it." Ford nods.

I chuckle, "Let's go." We head to the salon, the only one in town actually, so it wasn't hard to narrow them down.

As I walk in, a woman behind a register greets me, "Hello, what can we do for you today?"

"Hi," I turn to her, "I'm Nancy Freemen, I'm with the FBI and I need to speak with Beverly Jean Shaw's stylist."

"Oh, of course, it's so terrible what happened to her. Um..." The woman looks around, "Margot is the one who worked on her last. She's right back here." The woman walks me back to a stylist who is working on an older woman, cutting and curling her hair. "Margot?"

"Yes," Margot turns around.

I smile and extend a hand, "Nancy Freemen, FBI, I just need to ask you a couple questions about Beverly Jean Shaw."

"Why do you need to talk to me?"

"We are just covering anyone and everyone who know or talked to Beverly Jean before she died."

"Well, I mean, I didn't know her very well."

"You did her hair just a couple days before she went missing right?"

"Yeah?"

"Did she say anything add? Did she talk about a boyfriend? A fiance?"

Margot shakes her head, "no, not that I remember."

"Did she talk about anyone?"

"Nope, she was just excited about spending time with some of her friends that weekend."

I nod, "Thank you very much, you have a good day."

"You too. Sorry I couldn't be more help."

"It's alright, everyone we talk to is bringing us one step closer." I smile before heading out, meeting the boys outside, "Well, that was a dead end."

Tench nods, litting up a cigarette, "Who's next?" He looks over to Ocasek.

Ocasek steps toward the car, "One of the families she baby-sat for, the Snyders." Ocasek takes a deep breath, "You mind if we take a quick detour? Something's been bugging me."

"okay."

We head to the east side of Altoona to a suburb. When we get out of the car Ocasek walks over to a duplex and heads up the stairs, not breaking stride as we walk behind him. Once at the top of the streets he knocks on the door to the left and a woman answers, "hi, Rose."

"Mark." Rose nods, "I was wondering when ya'll would be by, asking about Beverly Jean. Please come in." Rose sits in a chair in the living room, glancing down the hall, "I just got him to sleep."

"pretty hard having a newborn." Mark nods, as we all take a seat as well. "all anybody ever tells you is how great it is. But my wife and I, with both our kids, we walked around like zombies for the first three months." Rose nods, "You know, Trinity Lutheran, over on Sycamore, has a program for single moms. Not that you're single, but it's your first child and they'll have all kinds of information on feeding him, getting him to sleep."

"Thanks."

"What about Frank? He help you out?"

"When he can. He's got work."

"Your mom certainly seems excited about having a grandbaby."

"She is happy."

Tench leans forward a bit, "And Benjamin, is he helping?"

Rose scoffs, "no."

"You close with Benjamin?"

"He's my older brother."

"By how much?"

"fourteen months."

Ford holds his right hand with his left, "You have good memories growing up?"

"Mom went to work. Got two jobs."

"Two kids, two jobs. How'd she swing that?"

"Me and Benji went to school a couple blocks over. We would walk home in the afternoon."

"And you were how old?"

"Ten. Maybe eleven."

"That's pretty young."

"Mom would come home tried wasn't really up for dealing with kids." Rose nods and takes a deep breath, "I'd make sure the house was clean."

"it's no small feat." I shake my head. "For someone so young. How old were you when Frank came into the picture."

"We met when I was Sixteen."

"You know what happened with Frank in high school?"

"It was before I met him."

"Didn't it worry you?"

"no."

"Did he ever talk about it?"

"He told me it was same accident."

I look over to Rose's arm, she has been covering it since we got there, and see bruise that looks like someone pulled her around by her arm or grabbed her and shook her. "Rose, you knew Beverly Jean. What was she like?"

Rose looks down, "She was really sweet."

"was she good for Benjamin?"

"She made him wanna leave home. I thought that was good. We gave him money for a security deposit. Signed his lease."

"Did she want to marry him?"

"He was working on her."

"So they weren't together?"

"I don't really know."

"Was she seeing other people?"

"Benjamin thought she might be."

"He told you this?"

"He said he thought she was giving him the runaround. Getting done up for other guys."

"Done up how? Dressing provocatively? Painting her nails? Wearing perfume?"

Rose shakes her head, "Getting her hair done."

"Frank said he was with you the night Beverly Jean was murdered. is that true?"

"Yes." Rose takes a deep breath, "Well, uh... he went out to get us food."

"How long did that take him?"

The baby starts to cry, when he does, Rose stands and heads back to get him, we wall stand and start to see ourselves out. But Ocasek stops at the door and turns back to Rose, "Rose, if you are hiding something and they found out about it, it will not be good for you... or for him."