"Five days, Davis!" Tru exclaimed as she frantically tagged along after her boss. "I mean that's like a week!"

"Yes... five days can be conceived as a week to some people..." he said with distraction as he kept his head down, reading the paperwork in his hands.

"But why that long? Why not just let me relive the day before?" she questioned curiously.

"Well obviously whatever can be done to stop this happened five days or so before the person's death... what did you say his name was?" Davis wondered, still continuing to stare at his paperwork.

"Um... that's the thing..." Tru trailed off in shame, Davis finally glanced up to see the look of embarrassment on her face. "I kinda forgot his name..."

"You what?" he asked in shock. "How could you do that! Now how are we going to find him?"

"It's okay... I remember his first name was Dennis, but I do remember the name on this school ID card he had on him when he died." She assured him, rushing into the office and sitting down in front of the computer.

"Reagan High?" Davis muttered as he stood over her while she typed away, she had brought up the homepage for the nearby high school.

"Yeah... I remember we used to run against them in semi-finals..." she answered, Tru then looked up and saw the puzzled look on Davis' face. "Back in high school... track..." she then explained, he suddenly nodded at her words with realization.

"So what was the name?" he then asked.

"Matilda Jensen." She replied simply.

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"Hi, can you tell me where I can find a student by the name of Matilda Jensen?" Tru asked one of the female teachers that stood by the school's entrance, it apparently was lunchtime.

The woman only pointed towards a group of teenage girls that were standing beside the school's back steps. Tru made her way over to them slowly, the truth was she was still trying to think up what she was going to say to this girl when she found her.

"Five, six, seven, eight, who do we appreciate..." she heard the girls quote as they practiced cheer moves and stretches.

"Oh great... it's the cheerleading squad!" Tru mumbled under her breath, this wasn't going to be easy.

Just as she was about to approach the girls Tru heard someone else speak up.

"Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, move your ass or go to hell!" the annoyed female voice shouted angrily at the squad from behind them.

The cheerleaders turned towards whoever spoke, then began to mutter things amongst themselves as they slowly walked away.

"Freaks!" one of them called back as they left, Tru could now see who it was that had spoken up before.

There were now three girls sitting on the redbrick steps, their apparel was dark, as was their make up and attitudes... they were obviously the outcasts of Reagan High.

"Dude... did you just make that cheer up?" one of the girls dressed in all black asked the girl who had offended the cheerleaders.

"Yeah, why?" the brunette in black asked her back in a lost tone.

"You've been watching too much Bring It On!" the girl in black answered, the brunette on the steps only shook her head with amusement.

"Hi..." Tru finally said as she walked up to the girls, they only stared at her mutely with little interest. "I'm looking for Matilda Jensen..."

"That's me." The brunette in black announced dully.

"What'd she do?" the dark-blonde sitting at Matilda's side quickly asked.

"Oh, nothing... I just need to speak with her, that's all." Tru responded kindly.

"Then speak to me." Matilda replied smartly, pushing her dark brown hair behind her ears.

"I was wondering if you knew anyone by the name of Dennis?" Tru asked, hoping this would be enough information.

The brunette on the steps only looked down at the dead grass below her in contemplation, she then raised her head again and looked up at Tru.

"Sorry... don't know anyone by that name." She answered casually, the two girls at her side only smiled up at her smugly, it was then that Tru realized the girl was lying to her.

"This is really important..." Tru tried to make her understand.

"I told you... sorry." And with that Matilda stood up and grabbed her backpack, the other girls followed her lead.

"I see..." Tru commented unamused as the girls walked away from her. "I guess I'm on my own then."

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"Maybe we could find the guy that IDed the bodies... perhaps he knows?" Davis asked her over the phone as he sat in his office.

"That's the thing..." Tru began, the same hint of shame in her voice like before.

"Let me guess, you don't remember his name?" Davis questioned, sighing to himself.

"It was a weird name!" she defended as she sat in her car outside the school. "Besides, I think Miss Jensen knows more than she's saying..."

"So what are you going to do?" he wondered.

"Improvise." was all Tru said before hanging up her cell phone.

She watched as the huge crowd of students poured from the school's front doors, school was officially out for the day. Tru started up the car's transmission once she saw her target walking towards the parking lot.

Matilda got into her green car, which was in desperate need of a paint job, she stared it up and pulled out of the school's lot... little did she know she was being followed.

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Tru sighed deeply, other then stopping at a fast food joint, that was it for Matilda's daily drive. As she sat at the red light, about three cars behind the tarnished green one, Tru began to wonder if she would ever find this Dennis guy.

Finally her luck caught up with her. Matilda's car came to halt in front of a rather rundown building, the brunette got out of her car with the white sack of food and preceded into the building. Tru waited a few seconds before getting out of her car as well and following the girl, she slowly made her way up the stairs to the third floor, where the girl had last been seen.

Tru peeked around the corner and saw Matilda knock on a door, shortly after it opened and she walked in. Tru quickly memorized the door number and went back down to her car to wait for Matilda to leave.

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About forty-five minutes later the girl came out of the apartment building's entrance, she got into her green car and pulled away from the curb. Tru took this as the perfect opportunity, she locked her car door and walked into the building, she made her way back up the stairs and stopped finally before the door numbered 317.

Knocking lightly she tried to think up a good reason for being at this person's door, she was then thrown from her thoughts at the sound of the door being unlocked.

"What do ya want?" came the whiny male voice from behind the door.

Tru almost stopped breathing at the sight of who now stood before her... it was the dead man from the night before, Dennis.