Alison rode in the car next to Mac.

"I can't believe it's been 20 years." She said, looking down at the file in her lap.

"Tommy was 8 when he went missing. He had been begging his parents to walk the dog by himself, and they finally gave in." Alison shifted slightly.

"And he never bad it back." Mac nodded.

"Your dad and I got reassigned to the case like many of the cops. But we never found anything." He pulled the car up to the curb. "That was his house." Alison looked at the building. "That was the last time they saw him." Alison turned to look at him.

"Do you think he's alive?" Mac gave a small smile.

"Al, the chances of that…."

"But there's a chance." Mac got out of the car, grabbing his kit ignoring her question.

"The owner of that shop saw Tommy after he left. He gave him a quarter to buy a lollipop in that cand store down the street." They started walking in the direction that Tommy had taken. "The clerk in the candy store remembered Tommy coming in to buy the lollipop." Mac said as they passed the shop.

"So an eight-year-old boy goes missing in a tight-knit neighborhood like this. There had to have been dozens of tips." Alison said, focusing on the task at hand.

"Hundreds."

"Did any of them pan out?"

"It always came back to Keith Milner." He pointed up at the window on the 3 floors of a brick building. "He lived up there. He was 17 at the time, a real bad seed. Whenever he wasn't terrorizing the neighborhood, he sat on the fire escape smoking dope." Mac pointed down the street. "See that guy down there." Alison nodded. "He's the last person to see Tommy alive. He was working at the deli at the time." They continued down the street, the police tape finally coming into view. "The whole precinct was out looking for Tommy four hours later the unis found Milner in the park, high on angel dust, holding Tommy's puppy, and he had Tommy's blood on his jacket."

"Milner didn't make a statement, did he."

"By the time the angel dust wore off, and he was coherent enough to talk, his parents were at the precinct with a lawyer. Without a statement, a body, or a witness, we never had enough to charge him." So where did he go after that."

"There were a lot of angry people around here. Death threats against Keith and his family. They were eventually forced to move away." Mac said as they approached the dead body. Alison shook her head.

"Looks like he came back."

"You clear the body. Stella will be down to help with the scene."

"Sure thing, thanks, Mac."

Greg rubbed his temples as he stared at his computer. His head was pounding, and he still had an entire shift ahead of him. There was a knock on his door. Glancing up, he froze at Danny.

"You got a minute." He asked. Greg didn't miss the glancing look Danny gave Alison's desk.

"She's processing evidence. What do you need." Danny shut the door, walking over to take the empty chair across from him. Greg looked at his brother-in-law.

"You want something." Danny fidgeted, leaning forward.

"What did Alison say." Greg shifted back in his chair.

"I haven't talked to her." Danny's eyebrows shot up."

"WHAT DO YOU…" Greg's eyes snapped at the door to the office. Danny cleared his throat, leaning forward. "What do you mean you haven't talked to her. It's been a month since Eddie told you." Greg shifted.

"What if Eddie's wrong, and I open up some memory that Alison has worked so hard to get past." Danny crossed his arms.

"What if you don't ask, and she's still in danger." Greg's blood went to ice, and he had to fight the urge to throw up.

"They haven't done anything since she was taken. And Eddie didn't say anything about him being involved the second time she was taken."

"But we don't know that. Alison has never talked about this other person. She has never even given a complete account of what happened to her either time. You and her Therapist are the two people that know the most, and even then, I'm sure there are things she's blocked out or just won't ever talk about." Greg slammed his hand down on his desk.

"And that's why I don't want to talk to her about this. I don't want her to have to relive what she went through. You don't understand." Danny shot up at that.

"I don't understand. I was there for Alison long before you met her. I was there at the hospital. She even lived with me and Linda for a while before she went back to College. I drove down every weekend I had off to make sure she was okay. You met her after we had been taking care of her for four years. So don't say that I don't understand. I was there for the hardest days you weren't." With that, Danny stormed out of the office. Leaving Greg to his thought.

Alison walked into Mac's office, pulling out the information.

"What do you got?" Mac asked, hanging up his coat.

"Well, he hasn't done anything illegal in the past 20 years. How can a guy go from murdering an eight-year-old boy to a model citizen?" Mac took a deep breath.

"Alright, maybe Milner wasn't the guy that everyone thought he was." Alison tilted her head leaned on the door frame.

"What do you mean?"

"There were a lot of bosses and experienced detectives calling the shots on that case. No one was very interested in the opinion of two young detectives."

"You mean My dad in you." Mac nodded.

"It always bothered us that he was the only suspect from day one. He was the perfect guy for them. Everything fit." Alison moved to take a seat across from Mac as he sat in his chair.

"It did, though. I looked over all the original reports. I mean, Milner was no angel. He had assault, burglary. He had over a dozen arrests before Tommy disappeared. And let's not forget Milner had Tommy's blood on his jacket when the cops found him." Mac picks up a pen.

"Yeah, but Tommy's blood was also on the puppy, and it was never determined whether the blood was transferred from the jacket to the dog or the dog to the jacket." Alison leaned back in the chair.

"All right then, who killed Tommy." There was a knock on the door, and Alison jumped slightly. She laughed at the sight of Stella shaking her head.

"Lewies are in the wind." Stella explained, ignoring Alison's reaction. "Neighbors say their car's been gone since early this morning. Mr. Lewis took his lunch break and never came back. Flack is out looking for him." Alison looked between the two of them.

"You think Tommy's father might have done this?" Stella shrugged her shoulders.

"I mean, the leading suspect in their son's disappearance shows up on the 20th anniversary. Certainly has a motive." Mac looked down at his hands.

"Well, a motive is fine, but until we're don't analyzing the evidence, we've got nothing to go at them with." Stella and Mac exchanged a look.

"Al, do you mind giving us a minute," Stella asked. Alison got off the chair, grabbing her report.

"Sure thing. I'll let you know what I find."

Greg stood in front of the apartment door, waiting for it to open. He wanted nothing more than to turn around and walk away. Before his nerves could get the best of him, the door opened. Jamie tilted his head.

"Greg, what's up." Greg took a deep breath.

"Did Eddie talk to you?" A dark shadow crossed Jamie's face.

"Come in. I'll make you some coffee." Greg followed him into the apartment sitting at the table. He leaned over, rubbing his knee. The swelling had thankfully gone down for the accident the other night. Jamie came back with two mugs sitting across from him. The silence stretched between them.

"So she told you." Jamie took a sip of his coffee.

"The week before the wedding. We had planned on talking to you after the wedding, but Eddie changed her mind."

"So, you knew what she wanted to talk to me about when she asked for me." Jamie gave a nod.

"Yes, and I'm sorry you had to find out that way. What does Alison think?" Greg looked down at his hand.

"I've only told Danny." Jamie shot up in his chair, his movement so fast that he spilled some of his coffee.

"You haven't talked to her," he said, grabbing a napkin and whipping his hands. Greg took a deep breath.

"I was waiting for Danny to look over Eddie's findings."

"I looked over them myself. Their solid the fact that none of us saw it before is shocking."

"That's what Danny said."

"So when are you going to tell her." Greg leaned back in his chair.

"I don't know. Danny keeps pushing me. but every time I go to tell her I…." Jamie nodded.

"Can. You're afraid." Greg looked up at that.

"The way I see things, there are two options. One she didn't know there was another person, and this triggers some memories that she blacked out. Or she's known the whole time that there has been another person and main a distinct choice in not telling us." Jamie took another sip of his coffee.

"Seeing how Alison had been since He died. I have to think that she doesn't know."

"Then is it worth telling her."

"Yes, if it means we can nail this guy."

Alison walked into the basement of the deli.

"Hard to believe that Milner's parents took the word of Mr. Ventrie over the word of their son." She said as she started to take pictures of the old wood poster on the wall.

"Their son was in trouble with drugs, and Mr. Ventrie was a staple in the neighborhood," Stella said, nodding for them to remove the poster reviling a large trunk in a black trash bag hidden in the wall.

"Milner only came back here to try and get him to confess." They opened the crate reviling the body.

"20 years, and their family finally gets closure." Alison shook her head.

"Mr. Vintrie is the worst kind of killer. He looks like everyone else. But at the end of the day, he killed 2 people. All the while telling everyone that he was a good person." Stella stood up.

"If he hadn't killed Milner with a knife that had remanence of his signature cheese on it. I think he might have gotten away with it." Alison looked up at the door where her father and Mac were talking.

"We would have gotten him. I'm just sorry that it was at the cost of Milner's life."

Greg walked onto the apartment and found Alison sitting on the counter eating a bowl of ice cream.

"Hey, Hun." She called out to him. "Ethan's asleep Sean took him to the park today, and he barely made it through one book." Greg set his bag down walking over to her. He could see the tension around his eyes.

"I'm sorry about the kid." Alison shrugged her shoulder.

"There wasn't really a chance that he was going to be alive." She shook her head. "I just can't get past the fact that Milner told his parents who the killer was. In the end, he and his family had to move away because everyone hated him. Now his wife and their unborn child are alone." Alison sniffed before looking up at him. "How was your day." Greg smiled, accepting the shift in conversation.

"I mainly had to do paperwork today." Alison tilted her head.

"I thought I saw Danny stop by today." Greg leaned against the counter.

"He did. He just wanted to ask me something." Alison took a bite of ice cream.

"Stuff." Greg did his best to hide the tension. He had waited too long. "Actually, he and I were talking about…" he cleared his throat, trying to lower his blood pressure. Alison reached out, placing her hand on his cheek.

"I can see in your face that this is not going to be an easy conversation to have. I promise we can have that conversation, but can it wait. At least tonight." Her breathing started to pick up, and her hands started to shake. "Please, whatever you're going to say, can it wait until morning at least." Greg looked around the family room. It was dark, but for the light, that kitchen lamp gave off. Turning back to his wife, he rested his hands on her shoulders. He could feel her body trembling under his touch, and he pulled them back.

"Yes, Alison, it can wait until morning."