Ding dong! Benson pressed the doorbell to the Culver family home. Snow was begining to settle lightly on the streets of the city, and as the daylight dissapeared, the streetlights lit up the cold night.

Who answered the door, none other than Taylor herself. "Hi Olivia!" Taylor greeted with bright eyes. Her hair was in a ponytail, and her pink shirt and black pants looked perfect together. Her house let nice, toasty air out into the wintery night. The smell of cookies filled the house.

"Hey Taylor. Is your mommy home?" Olivia replied, bending down to eye level with the girl.

"Yeah...MOMMY!" Taylor yelled, still standing at the front door. "OLIVIA'S HERE! Come in!" she urged the detective, taking her hand. Olivia happily accepted.

"Hello Detective." Mrs. Culver came into the room. She was wearing a pretty blue dress "Do you have any new information?"

"Actualy, I came here to get more." she replied.

"We already told you everything we knew" her mother said.

"Maybe not." Olivia continued. She loked at Taylor and said "Taylor, sweetheart, I need to talk to your mommy privately. Is that alright?"

Taylor's smile dissapeared, and a dissapointed look spread across her tiny face. "Alright. But lemmie know when your done!"

"Don't worry, I will." Detective Benson called back to her as she bounded up the stairs to her room.

"Please, have a seat detective." Mrs. Culver offered. Olivia sat down on the couch while Mrs. Culver took the chair.

"Mrs. Culver, did Taylor ever mention anything weird going on at school?" the detective began.

After a hesitant moment, the mother nodded. "She did mention something about this tall man watching the children play durring recess."

"Did she mention anything else about him?"

"Only that she felt he was watching her. I only told her that she was safe on the school grounds. I guess I kind of forgot." she told her. A moment later, she gasped. "Oh my gosh. He isn't the man who...did he hurt her?" she said, in almost a whisper.

Olivia shrugged, with a look full of sympathy on her face. "We're not sure. Maybe."

"I should have done something. I shouldn't have let it go! My baby was hurt because of me!" Tears began forming in her eyes.

"Mrs. Culver, it was not your fault. This man has commited a crime.You had no idea that he would hurt her." Oliviva said with a soothing voice.

"I guess your right." the mother finaly gave in. "I'm just so scared for Taylor."

"I understand." Detective Benson comforted. "Mrs. Culver, did your daughter ever talk about someone named Lizzie?"

"Yes. She said she was having fun playing with her at recess. Until that man came along. Then she didn't seem to mention her anymore. Does she have anything to do with Taylor?"

"We think so, but we need more information. I need to speak with Taylor again, if that's alright, and then I'll be on my way."

"Of coarse." her mother said. "She's right up the stairs and to the left."

"Thank you." Benson stood up to go see the 7 year old.

"Detective?" Mrs. Culver stopped her. Olivia turned to face her. "Thank you for your help. Please find the horrible man who did this to my poor baby."

"We'll try. I promise we're trying." and with that she headed up the stairs to Taylor.