A/N: Only one more chapter and then the epilogue, folks!

"Hello?"

"Munch, hey, I found that file."

I skipped the formalities. "Who is he?" After racking my brains for the past four days and turning up nothing, I was desperate.

"Ernest Vaughan. He killed his '91, convicted '92 for twenty to life, like you said. 'Cept we made a mistake; he didn't kill his brother. His lawyer filed an appeal and he was released November of last year. 'Stead, Riley Whittaker was arrested December of last year and he's still waitin' for a trial date."

"Could you send me a picture of him?"

"Step ahead of you, Munchkin." I could hear the grin in her voice. "Your boys up there gonna nail his ass to the wall, huh?"

"Looks like." I couldn't help but smile as well. "Listen... Kay, thank you."

"That's what I'm here for. Don't be afraid to pick up that phone more often, either. I could use a laugh now and then."

"Will do, Sarge."

"You stop that right now." Although she sounded annoyed, it was over run by the smile still in her voice.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Munch," she warned and I broke down laughing. She joined me.

"Thanks, Kay," I said again. "I'll call you."

"Good. See ya."

"Bye." I hung up the phone, in a thoroughly better mood than I had been in before she called. Picking up the phone again, I called Fin at work. "Hey, Fin. It's me. Listen, Kay-"

"Friend from Baltimore?" he interrupted.

"Yeah. She got the file about that guy I saw on the tape. Name's Ernest Vaughan. We arrested him in '91, convicted in '92. Appealed and got out last November. They arrested some other guy, Riley Whittaker, in December, who's waiting for a court date to be set."

I heard Fin's muffled voice, he must have put his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone, as he relayed the information to Olivia or Elliot. "They're gonna go visit his apartment," he said as he came back to me. "I'll call you when they get back."

"Talk to you later then." He hung up and I did too. I set the phone down and sighed. Finally, some real progress. Four weeks later, true, but progress that meant names. Addresses. Not just a silent kid and silent corpses. This was real and I couldn't help but picture Elliot and Olivia going to Vaughan's apartment. It played out like a well worn movie in my head, but this time it had a fresh spin on it. With this guy, it was personal. With this guy... he had taken out my family. Left me with a damaged nephew and funeral home bills. This guy was getting his ass nailed to the wall for a very long time. I was going to make sure of it.