Sandy held Cassie's hand as the tears rolled down his face, so consumed by his grief that he was, momentarily, in a trancelike state, one in which the blood and the nakedness of the corpses no longer even seemed to faze him. "I'm sorry…" he said shakily. "You're both dead because of me… I'm sorry for everything… If I could take it all back I would… I swear… I'm sorry… I loved you both like family; I really, really did…"

Jeffrey walked back into the house, his heart breaking again at the sight of Sandy holding Cassie's cold, dead hand. He was an absolute mess, and Jeffrey couldn't stop the thought from crossing his mind, that this could very well turn out to be Sandy's undoing. He stepped closer to him and pried his hand from Cassie's.

"I wanna hold it!" Sandy said, looking up at him.

"Sandy, you can't…" Jeffrey said.

"I need to tell them!"

"You're contaminating the evidence!" Jeffrey spat harshly, not knowing what else to say.

Sandy's jaw dropped open at the words. "Contaminating the evidence? Jeffrey, how could you? How could you be so damn cold? You haven't even shed one tear since we've gotten here, have you? You don't care abut this family! This is all just another case to you, isn't it?"

"Sandy, you know that's not true!"

"Look at them, Jeffrey! Don't you have feelings? Doesn't it make you feel anything to see them lying there dead? Doesn't it hurt you?"

"Sandy, you know that it does, but…"

"I just… I need to tell them how much I loved them…" Sandy said, grabbing Cassie's hand again. "I just… I need to tell them how sorry I am…" He turned his gaze back to the corpses. "I'm sorry…" he said. "I'm sorry… Cassie, Josh… I'm so, so sorry…"

Jeffrey pried Sandy's hand from Cassie's again and pulled him into his arms. "Shh, Sandy…" he whispered. "They know, ok… They know how much you loved them, they do…"

"No…" Sandy cried. "I need to tell them… I need to tell them…"

Jeffrey stroked Sandy's hair softly, holding him against him. "They know, Sandy…" he murmured into his ear. "They know…"

"They… Don't…"

Jeffrey could hear the sound of the sirens fast approaching. "They know, Sandy…" he whispered one last time.

Sandy pulled away from him at the sound of the sirens. "They're here…" he said, wiping the tears from his face.

Jeffrey nodded slightly. "They're going to question you, Sandy… You just tell them everything that you know about Jonathan… Every detail of what went down between the two of you earlier tonight… Every place you think he might head off to now… Every possible motive he might've had for doing this…"

"Ok…" Sandy whispered.

"Sandy… Umm…" Jeffrey hesitated to ask the question, but he knew that it was a necessary one. "I know you're going to say that it's none of my damn business, but, do you still keep that picture in your wallet?"

Sandy pulled his wallet out hesitantly. He pulled out the picture and handed it to Jeffrey, his hand shaking.

"Thank you, Sandy…" Jeffrey said. "I will give this back to you when…"

"Just keep it!" Sandy said. "I have no use for it anymore!"

Jeffrey stuck the picture in his pocket. "I'm going to put an APB out on him, ok… That's why I need it… We're going to find him…"

"Ok…" Sandy said. "Ok, can I please… Just… Get this over with?"

Jeffrey nodded before kissing Sandy softly on the head. "Lemme go see who's going to question you…" he said. "But first…"

"What?" Sandy asked.

"I need you to promise me that you're going to be completely honest with them, Sandy… What you've been doing here is a crime, I know, but… Look, that and any other crimes you may have committed that relate to this, I think that I have enough pull as the DA and with the FBI to get you out of it… Look, what I'm trying to say, Sandy, is… We can't have anything hindering this investigation… I… I need you to be completely honest, even if you think that it's going to get you into trouble… Do… Do you understand me, Sandy?"

Sandy nodded slightly, but didn't say a word.

"I won't let you end up in jail, Sandy…" Jeffrey said. "I promise…"

"Ok…" Sandy said, weakly.

Jeffrey took his hand and led him out of the room.

Sandy stood by the door as he watched Jeffrey talking to the police. He could barely make out what they were saying because he was so overwhelmed by his own feelings. His head was spinning. His thoughts were racing. That horrible combination of fear and grief, of guilt, shame, and remorse, of sadness, and anger, and so many other, even indescribable emotions, now welling up inside of him, to the point where he felt like he was going to break. His mother had always told him that he was just like his father, and while it may have been true that he had tried to solve his problems in the past by running away, it was only now that he realized how much he was also like his mother, or, at the very least, how much he wished that he could be like her. With all of the horror surrounding him right now, and the knowledge that there was only more to come, he wished so desperately that he could just get lost inside of his own head. That he could fragment off one tiny part of himself to deal with this so that the rest of him wouldn't have to. That he could, even standing here in the middle of the house where it had just happened, forget all about what was going on right now.