Angel Square was quiet for midday, only a few random people passed through but nobody stopped, except for Al Holden. He took a seat on a bench facing the statue, taking a deep breath.

"You're worried, darlin'." Luna said appearing beside him.

Al looked over. "Gee... what would make you think that? Could it be... Marcie hit the floor right in front of me last night? Or maybe the fact that I can't manage my way into her file to find out why?.. Oh, oh or maybe, just maybe because I have practically no time at all to get her to see me."

"Easy baby," Luna said. "You're gonna hurt yourself." Al rolled his eyes, standing from the bench. "Marcie trusts you. Ya just have to use that."

"I'm not going to be getting much of anywhere when she's still worried about Ron. Luna... Ron Walsh isn't capable of killing anyone and for the life of me, I can't figure out how to prove it." Al sighed. "He goes to jail and we get the first night without a murder. Tell me how that's supposed to look good for him." She was silent. "Luna."

"I don't know what to tell you baby." she said. "I know you'll... figure it out." She could see Al was about to protest. "Al... don't argue, darlin'. It doesn't help. There's a way. Ya just gotta find it."

"Thanks for being so helpful" he said sarcastically

"Don't lose hope darlin'."

"Hope..." Al sighed. "Hope's all I got left now."



Nora sat at her desk hovered over piled of papers. "Mrs. Buchanan? I have the documents you asked for."

Nora stood, taking the papers from the messenger. "Thank you," she said returning to her desk. Before her, aside from the newly attained records on Ron Walsh, sat the stats on the Music Box Killer. She sat there forever, going back and forth finding nothing. Not a single thing that didn't tie him to the girls or the murders.

"Nora..." Daniel knocked on the office door. She jumped. "I'm heading to the station, cops are still working on Walsh."

"I'll... meet you down there." Nora said. "I just have one thing to finish up here first."

"Suit yourself," Daniel said.

Nora went back to the papers, comparing connections, comparing locations, comparing dates. "Oh, oh..." she said. "What do we have here?" She looked back and forth for a moment before picking up the phone, dialing the operator. "Hi... I need to be connected with Ridgeview, New Jersey..."


Ridgeview, New Jersey- "Hey, where's Walsh?" a man, with a large muscular stature asked. "There's some woman on the phone looking for you! From Llanview, Pennsylvania."

"A woman huh?" another man asked. "What are you dating again, Jer?

Jerry Walsh made his way down through the fire station to the main phone line, simply shaking his head at the comment. "Is this about Marcie?" he asked. The first man shrugged. " Just give me the phone. He answered. "Hello, this is Jerry Walsh."

"Mr. Walsh, my name is Nora Buchanan, I'm with the DA's office in Llanview."

"What can I do for you?"

"I was hoping that I could speak to you in person," she said "It's very important that we speak..."

"Did Marcie get herself in some kind of trouble?" he asked. "You know we told her to put a stop to the demonstrations...."

"This doesn't concern your sister." she said.

"Then is it Ron?"

"You can be a big help to us..." she avoided his question. "My office will provide you with transportation, but it is... very important that we speak, I'd rather not discuss this on the phone."

He didn't understand why he wasn't questioning her. "Transportation isn't necessary." he said. "I'll get down there." He ended the call.

"So when's your date?" one of the guys asked.

"This isn't funny" he said "I have to get to Llanview."

"Trouble?"

Jerry sighed. "Ron just dug himself into a hole."