Once he returned to the bullpen with his temper settled again, Mike found his partner bent over his desk, elbows resting on top of their case files, deeply engrossed in a phone conversation. As the words body and release paperwork filled the air, it was safe to guess that the young Inspector was still fighting his way through the layers of morgue bureaucracy.

Resting a fleeting hand on Steve's back as he passed by, quietly letting him know of his return, Mike helped himself to more coffee and sat back down at his desk, hoping to move the day into a more productive direction.

Unsure of whether McMillan's power play had something to do with being an overprotective son, or quite possibly the opposite, guilt, he made a mental note to have R&I dig a bit deeper into the family.

Steve's find of the previous night intrigued him, a picture hidden in Rudy McMillan's closet that had his daughter's face folded back, as if some sort of shame had been bestowed upon her. He wasn't going to tell Eric about it just now, but his highest priority for the day would be to interview Erin McMillan, hoping that she would be more cooperative than her overbearing brother.

One thing was for certain this early in the game. No matter how the cards were falling, things didn't appear quite as tight-knit and happy in the McMillan household as Eric was letting them on to believe.

"What a way to start the day…", he heard Steve groan from the coffee table as he refilled his cup, before slowly moseyed into his office, "By the look on your face, I take it the real excitement started after I left?"

"Something like that…yeah. How about you? Are they all set to go on McMillan's body downstairs?"

"All the formalities have been finalized.", Steve answered curtly and set his coffee cup down, before nervously playing with the cufflinks of his red and white plaid shirt, "I ehm…I am about to grab Norm's file and see if there's any connections we've missed between the two murders. And I want to check with the DMV, see if McMillan had a vehicle. If so, it might be worthwhile to check for it and put out an APB as needed."

"Good thinking, Buddyboy.", the Lieutenant praised and glanced up when he saw Bill Tanner's shadow appear by his doorframe. Dressed in his dark brown suit, the African-American Inspector exuded nervous excitement even from a few feet away.

"Hey Mike, remember how you wanted me to check on that…that daughter of your victim? I just heard back from Erin McMillan. She said she could meet you at her school around noon."

With a faint nod of acknowledgment, he smiled, looking forward to grilling the lady not just about her father, but also her brother.

"Perfect, thank you Bill!"

As both his and Steve's glance moved toward the clock on his wall, he heard the young Inspector clear his throat, a curious smile on his lips.

"Who names their kids Eric and Erin? Don't you think that's a bit strange?"

Shrugging as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands behind his head, Mike pursed his lips.

"After Eric's morning performance, it's safe to say that there's not much about that whole McMillan family that's even close to normal."