"That's impossible. How can it be? My dad is in California taking care of family business." Jen protested.

"Milander did set up your dad once." Mandy said. "He lifted his prints somehow and placed them on a body on that cold case."

Jennifer stood there with disbelief. Two footprints. Maybe it was the homeless guy or the other vic. Maybe Milander is trying to set my dad up. Again."

"Why don't you give your grandma a call." Sara said.

"I can't." She muttered.

"Why?"

"She's deaf. I need a TTT." Jen said taking the paper from Mandy.

"Reception has one. We use it in case a hearing impaired person calls in a crime. I'm sure they'd let you use it." Sara said as Jen started for the door.

"I'll be right back." Jen scurried down the hall when Nick noticed her running, almost for dear life. He caught up at the receptionists' desk.

"What's wrong Jennifer?" Nick asked.

"The second print showed up as my dad's. I'm just making sure he's in California and it's not Milander trying to pin him up again." Jen said as she furiously dialed in her grandmothers phone number.

'Hello.' The message came from the other side of the connection.

'Mamaw it's me Jenn.'

'Jennifer! I didn't expect your call. How are you darling?'

'Great mamaw. Is my dad there?'

'No, no he's not.'

'Did he go to the store?'

'No darling. He's not even in town. Why do you ask?'

'That's weird. He called leaving me a message saying he was going to your place to straighten out a problem between you and your neighbor.'

'Oh, sweetheart, that's been fixed. We haven't had a tiff for a long time. Are you sure he said he was coming?'

'Yes, grandma he said he was.'

'Well he's not here. I'm sorry I can't help you there.'

'Okay. Thanks mamaw. I'll call you when I hear from him. Love you. Bye.'

"Mamaw?" Nick asked.

"When I was younger I couldn't say grandma. And well mamaw just stuck." She said just standing there staring into space.

"What are you going to do." Nick asked.

"Find my dad. And find Milander. It's now a kidnapping case." She said as she headed towards Brass' office.

"What? You don't even know if Milander kidnapped your dad. He may have left his prints there." Nick said running along side Jen as they reached Brass' office.

"Heard of a thing called knocking?" Brass said jokingly.

"It's my dad." Jen said catching her breath.

"What's wrong with your dad." He asked tilting his head.

"He's victim number 2."



"Okay, I want everything sealed off no one except us is allowed in here. And well you are too Brass." Jen shouted as they stood outside. "Prints, fibers, anything you can get I want. Any kind of evidence is tagged special process it has to be done A.S.A.P. Got it?" As she barked out the orders and headed inside.

"Catherine, fingerprints. Don't be surprised if mine are in here. This is my fathers' house after all. Nick fibers, hair, materials anything. Warrick you find out how Milander got in and out. Sara, you're with me. We're going to ask the neighbors if they heard anything. Let's go."

"Jennifer you should pass this case off to some one else." Nick said. "You can't let your feelings get mixed."

"Nick." Jennifer spun around. "When your parents are involved, you tell me that." She barked at him and walked out.

'So much for getting anything from her tonight.' He thought.

While the others got the ball rolling, Jen and Sara walked next door. First to the house on the right. The living room was closer and that's mostly where he slept. On the leather couch. The damned thing stuck to your skin if you were wearing shorts or a tank top in the summer heat. And when you pulled off it felt like your flesh was being torn apart. Jennifer shook her head. Can't think about the damned couch. She needed to think about her dad.

"Can I help you." An older woman said as she opened the door. "Oh Jennifer. I wasn't expecting you. Is there something wrong? What are all the police cars doing at your fathers house?"

"I can't really say anything, but over the last 3 hours have you heard anything unusual coming from my dad's house? Screams, glass breaking, muffled sounds, banging?" Jennifer questioned.

"No. I was out grocery shopping for most of the day. My son Alfred is in town and he took me shopping. Isn't that lovely? He's always doing such nice things like that. You know, I could always arrange a dinner for the two of you. You'd make a lovely couple." She rambled on.

"That's such a nice offer but I'm already seeing someone." Jennifer smiled as Sara shot her a look. She didn't dare reveal that it was Nick. "Did you notice anything out of place when you came home maybe?"

"Well..." she pondered. "As Alfred was carrying the bags into the house, I did notice that the gate leading to the backyard was open. I thought that was weird because well your dad always uses the front door. But that's all I noticed. I hope that helps. I know it's not much, but you never know."

"Thank you Mrs. Murphy. You've been a huge help." Jennifer said as she walked away.

"If you ever want a good home cooked meal for you and your police officer friends! Don't be afraid to ring my doorbell!!" She shouted as she walked back into her house. She was always a nice lady. When she was growing up, if her dad wasn't home for lunch Jennifer would always eat at Mrs. Murphy's house. And she was right, her home cooked meals were the best. It was grandma cooking. The way the food would always taste if your grandma cooked the meal herself.

"What about the rest?" Sara asked.

"Mr. Taylor next door is a hermit. Here's nothing, sees nothing. Hates people so he wouldn't be a help. But across the street.. Maybe."

Sara rang the doorbell as a tall brunette answered the door. "I ain't buying anything." She said.

"We're not selling anything." Sara chimed. "We're with the Las Vegas Crime Lab and we're investigating a possible crime that took place across the street. We're wondering if you saw anything?"



"No." She shot out quickly just as Sara finished her sentence. "I'm not a peeping Tom."

"We didn't imply that you are. We just want to know if you spotted anything weird in the last three to four hours. Anything that may have seemed out of place."

The woman went to speak when a man about the same age stepped around the corner. "There was a white van parked in the drive way about three hours ago. It looked like a delivery van. You know, the once that some of the Chinese restaurants deliver the take out in. He knocked on the door once and then walked right in, but I didn't see anyone open the door on the other side. He stood there after the first knock, like he was fiddling with something. And then the door opened, slowly. Like in the horror movies." The woman obviously bored with the story walked back into the living room.

"Can we see where you were standing, it will help with your version of what happened." Sara asked.

"Not a problem. Please, keep your shoes on." He said as he walked them over to the large window. "Now it stuck me as unusual because the man who lives there works all day. Wait, aren't you?"

"Yeah, he's my dad. Now what else did you see." Jennifer asked.

"Well he was in there for like maybe seven or eight minutes. Ten tops. Then, he came back out got in the van and turned around and backed up so the back doors was facing the front door of the house. I thought well maybe he was delivering something, but then again your father is away at work. But I saw his car in the driveway, so maybe he came home for the delivery. Then, he got out of the van walked back in the house brought something out, it was heavy because his face was beat red. Closed the door to the van then the house. Got into the van and took off. But didn't speed away, he just drove away casually. And that was it."

"Did you see what the guy looked like?" Sara asked. "His face more specifically."

"No, he was wearing a baseball cap and his head was down the whole time. He was tall though. Taller than you." He said directing it towards Sara. "He was wearing white. Pants shirt, jacket. They were kind of wrinkled. Like he didn't iron them or they were lying around. And that's all I can remember. I hope it helps. I'm usually not nosey, but this looked weird."

"You've been a big help. An officer will be coming over shortly so you can write down what you said and sign it."

"Will I have to testify in court?" He asked. "I will if I have to. Your father is a nice man. He'd get my mail sometimes and he'd bring it over. Very nice man. I hope you find him." He said.

"Thank you. I hope we do too. You may not have to testify since you cooperated. And again, I thank you for your time and helpfulness." Jennifer smiled as her and Sara were escorted outside. They walked across the street and back into the house.

"What do you have?" Catherine asked printing.

"The neighbor across the street saw everything. But he didn't see my dad. He just saw someone bring something out of the house into the van and drove off, in a calm fashion. I mentioned to Warrick about the van so it can narrow down the scope. Does anyone know what Milander looks like?" Jen asked.

"Tall, skinny, pocked face. He dresses like a slob and speaks with a stutter." Brass rolled off his tongue like he studied for an exam.

"Same description, but the guy across the street never got a look at his face. He had it down." Sara said.

"Well Milander has a vengeance out against your father. Milander watched his father die at the hands of two alleged hotel security guards. Milander was ten. His father was killed August seventeenth, nineteen fifty-nine. And he's been killing men who were born on the day his father was killed, but the years were before him, like nineteen fifty-eight, fifty-seven..." Sara said.

Jennifer looked up, more like jumped up from the kneeling position by Catherine.

"What? What is it?" Catherine asked.

"My dad." Jennifer spoke, but barely. "He was born August seventeenth, nineteen fifty-six." She dashed out the house and to the Tahoe.

"Jenn, where are you going?" Nick shouted.

"I'm going to see the Sheriff. We're going to find Milander." She said slamming the driver side door shut.

"Then I'm coming with you." Nick said as he raced over and hopped in next to Jennifer. "Sara can you finnish what I was doing?" He asked as Jen pulled out of the driveway.

"Yeah, no problem." She said with her face long.

"What do you need the Sheriff for?" Nick asked as the lights and sirens blared as she tore down the street.

"For his help... To find the bastard before he kills my father." Jennifer said, her voice trembling. 'So help me God.' She thought to herself. 'If you such as touch one hair on his head I will kill you. I will strangle you then toss your body into the nearest lake. And trust me, the will never find you and I'll make sure of that.' Her knuckles clenched the steering wheel as the whole drive to the Sheriffs office was in silence.