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*Recap*

"Are all of your colleagues this welcoming," I ask with a half-smile.

"Normally they are nicer," he says. "Speaking of nice ones, here comes two."

I look over to the doors as it opens, and Danny and Detective Taylor walk through them. Flack waves to them and they briskly to his desk. Danny is holding my keys as they walk over.

"Nice to mee you again Detective Taylor," I say standing up to greet them. "And you as well Messer."

"Ouch," Messer says acting offended. "I guess I can hold onto these keys then." He dangles my keys from his hands.

"I guess that means no more coffee then for you," I say back.

"Alright Danny give her back her keys," Detective Taylor says.

"Alright," Danny says and hands me my keys.

"Miss Hawthorne," Detective Taylor starts.

"Please," I say holding up my hand. "Call me Taeylor. Miss Hawthorne would have been my mom."

"Ok Miss Taeylor," he says with a smile. "We had some questions about your surveillance videos. Would you mind going over them with us?"

"Sure," I say. "No problem. Any way I can help I will."

They lead me out of the bullpen area and into one of the interrogation rooms. They indicate for me to sit down, and I do. After I do, Detective Taylor brings the other chair around and sits down and opens the laptop he had. After it opens, he pulls open the camera files and plays the video files. I watch them and see the guy from last night's video in several clips. He is not only watching outside the window, but also me.

"Wait," I say looking at the three of them. "I don't understand. He was there before last night?"

"It would appear so," Detective Taylor said. "Do you remember ever seeing him before?"

"No sir," I say shaking me head. "I can't recall that I ever saw him before."

"It would seem this was not a spur of the moment shooting," Danny said. "Do you remember ever serving Officer Peyton before?" He shows me his picture.

"I believe I may have once or twice," I say. "But so many come and go that it is hard to remember everyone's faces."

"That is understandable," Detective Taylor says. "We know why he was after Officer Peyton, but we are concerned why he was also watching you. Have you ever gotten any weird messages or threats?"

"No," I say. "I can't say that I have ever had any of that before. I would have definitely mentioned it if I had. I do not take those kinds of things lightly."

"Why is that?" Flack asks concerned.

"Um," I say biting my bottom lip. "I had an ex before that was a bit controlling when I was younger and in college. He didn't take too kindly to me ending things. He started sending threatening messages, and creepy gifts. I ignored them at first and thought they weren't anything serious."

"Did the guy ever get caught," Danny asked.

"Yes," I say looking at the table instead of the three men.

"What happened Taeylor?" Flack asks with concern in his voice.

"He got caught," I say slowly, "after he went after my mom. I had been staying with her since we broke up. We had made plans to have Sunday dinner each week. That Sunday she never came home. I called and called. Her phone was finally answered by a police officer, who told me to get to the hospital. She didn't make it through the night. They caught him a little while later after I gave them all the letter and gifts."

"Do you know if he is still in jail," Detective Taylor asks.

"Yes," I say matter-of-factly. "I was told I would be told if he ever got out. It is also the reason I moved to the city from Virginia. I figured a fresh start would be good and it has been."

"Could we get the name of the guy just so we can check if he had any connections with the shooter last night?" Danny asks.

"Sure," I say. "His name was Scott Dempsey."

"Thank you," Danny says as he writes down the information in his notepad.

"You don't think I am in danger still do you?" I ask.

"We don't know," Detective Taylor answers. "We would like to have some officers follow stationed outside your home and work just to be safe."

"Sure, I understand," I say kind of numbly.

"It's ok Taeylor," Flack says putting a hand on my shoulder.

"If it is okay, could I head home now?" I ask the three men.

"Sure," Detective Taylor says. "Flack can take you home."

"Of course," he says. "Just need to get things settled at my desk and we can go." He steps out of the room.

"Thank you," I say.

"No problem, Taeylor," Danny says patting my uninjured arm. "You have been there and listened to us. Of course, we will help you."

"If you need anything feel free to call," Detective Taylor says handing me his card.

"Of course," I say getting up and following them back out to Flack's desk.

As we got there, Flack is picking up and putting away some files on his desk. Danny and Detective Taylor say their good-byes and I sit down to wait until he is done. He looks over apologetically as he points in a direction and heads off with a file. I sit and look around the bullpen area. It is busy with detectives and officers coming and going. People seem to be going in and out always. As I am looking around the room, I pause at the entrance doors. My body goes still as a board. Looking back through the window of one of the doors is the guy from the surveillance video. I blink to make sure I am not seeing things and look back, but he is gone. I shake my head to clear it and Flack walks up at that moment.

"Hey," he asks tapping my shoulder. "You okay?"

"I..," I start, "I... I thought I just saw the guy from the surveillance video in the front area door."

"What?" He asks worriedly. "Are you sure?"