Marcie stepped out of resident services with a sigh, clutching a new set of keys in her hand. "Marcie, hold on!" Jen called, sprinting to catch up with her. "What? What's wrong?"
"I just got my new key... for my room," Marcie said. "And they're charging. $25 dollars. And now... with this whole serial killer thing, there's a new rule that the locks have to be changed if you lose your key. Ronnie could have replaced the lock for nothing. LU has to charge $125. I don't have $150. I don't even have one dollar. I don't have anything anymore. Everything I owned was in my purse."
"It still hasn't shown up yet?" Jen asked.
Marcie shook her head. "No, it's gone. Somebody must have picked it up, found the big five dollars in my wallet and took off." She sighed, looking at the bill from the school. "All the money I'm going to owe people. The college, a doctor, I'm gonna have to get another job just to pay..."
"A doctor?" Jen said. "I thought you were OK."
"I am."
"then... what do you need a doctor for?"
"I meant... the doctor... from last night... I'm going to get a bill from the hospital..."
"First of all, Michael McBain told you not to worry about a bill and second of all... that's not what you meant Marcie. You really freaked me out last night. Please, please tell me what's wrong."
"Where is he? In there?" Daniel asked walking into the station. John looked up from behind a desk. "Agent McBain?"
"He's with his attorney." John said.
"Is he talking yet?"
John shook his head as Bo entered the station. "Feel free to give it a shot," John said, running his fingers through his hair, stretching his back as Daniel entered the room.
"Walsh again?" Bo asked.
John nodded. "It's almost like Colson's down here every fifteen minute." he exaggerated. "Like... his presence is going to make Ron talk." Bo folded his arms across his chest. "He's really holding on to his innocence."
"Well we've seen that before... tons of times." Bo said.
John shook his head. "Not like this," he said "This is different. This is definitely much different."
"Tell me you're not saying what I think you're saying."
"I don't know Bo" John said. "It's really knawing at me that... we might have the wrong guy."
Days were becoming more and more hectic, Families were falling apart. Her own family was in shambles. If it wasn't one thing now, it was another. Viki was working on planning memorial services for Jessica, Kevin was working on keeping Asa away from the police station and from killing Ron Walsh, and all that left Kelly to do was make herself scarce. Give everyone the room they needed.
She walked through Angel Square, looking up at the statue, unsure really why she had come. She took a deep breath, after a moment's pause, going to walk away as her eye caught something at the foot of one of the benches. She walked over slowly, bending down, retrieving the small brown handbag.
"Poor girl" Kelly said taking a seat. "She's probably all over the place, looking for this." She opened up the bag, removing first the photos, flipping through them, recognizing right away Al Holden. She continued through, finding the wallet, flipping it open to reveal the LU student ID. "Marcie Walsh." she said "OK," she checked her watch. "I might be able to catch her on campus..."
She stood, slinging the purse over her shoulder, passing once again the statue, heading towards LU.
