Don walked into the front door of his childhood home. He called out, "Hey Dad. You home?"

"In here Donny."

Don found his dad sitting in the dining room. He flopped down on the couch and closed his eyes.

"You alright son?"

"Yeah Dad."

Alan looked at his watch. "Have you eaten supper?"

"Haven't had time."

"I've got some leftovers in the fridge; let me heat them up for you."

"Nah dad. Don't go to any trouble."

Alan stood up, "Nonsense. Sit here. It will take me no time at all."

A few minutes later, Alan placed a plate of dinner in front of his son and gave him a glass of lemonade.

Don said, "Thanks dad. Where's Charlie?"

"Uh he should still be out in the garage. I think he's working on your case."

"Good. We need all the help we can get."

"Tough one?"

"Yeah. Three women are missing and so far there is nothing intersecting them. We can't find any commonality between them."

Alan put a hand on his shoulder. "I am sure you and your team are doing everything that is humanly possible. Maybe a good night sleep will give you some perspective."

Don put his head back and closed his eyes, "I don't think sleep is something I really want to do. Every time I close my eyes I see her eyes."

Alan said quietly, "Whose eyes?"

"Catherine Evans. She's the third victim."

Alan stayed silent. He waited to see if Don would say something more.

"I just can't seem to get her out of my mind."

"Don, what makes this case so different that you can't detach yourself?"

"Unfortunately to learn where she's been and what she had done over the last few months we had to go through her diary." He sighed, "She reminds me of me."

"Yeah. How so?"

"What I found out about her seems to parallel my life a bit. She's a musician a very talented one. Her students and the company she worked for have nothing but rave reviews about her as a musician and as a person. Everyone loved her. She forged herself a career even after putting it on hold for a few years. We both gave up something for our family. Her mom got sick and she dropped out of Juliard to take care of her. Can you believe that? Dropping out of Juliard. She put her career on hold. Her brother was not able to help because he was and is a career soldier. She writes in her journal that she gave up her dream. But never once did she sound lost or afraid. She just did what she had to do."

"Yeah, she sounds like a tough girl."

"Yeah I think she is." He thought of the evidence that showed that she had fought back when she was abducted. "Yeah well that's not the kicker. What kills me is that she seems to be at peace with her choice. Why can't I feel that way?"

"I don't know Donny. Some people deal with things differently. You for one should know that. Maybe your victim was able to deal with her pain or choices through her music and you buried yourself in your work. Which would make me think that you really haven't dealt with the decisions you have made."

Don snorted, "Maybe."

Charlie came into the house. "Hey Don. I'm glad you're here. I want to give you a preliminary result."

"Yeah something good."

Charlie frowned, "No Don. I'm afraid at this point there is nothing intersecting all three victims. The first two women, it seems they stop at the same convenience store on a weekly basis but the third women I have no idea how she may have been selected."

Don muttered to himself: "Wonderful."

Charlie said, "Sorry Don. I'm still looking. If there is something I'll find it."

Don looked at her brother, "I know Charlie. I know you will."

Charlie started playing with the pencil that he had stuck between his ear. "But I did find something of interest about her."

"Yeah?What would that be?"

"I went though her binder of music that she used to teach from. She had some of mom's compositions in it with notes written in the corner. From what she wrote, she liked to use them to teach her older students since there was a range of emotions and playability. Or at least that's whatshe wrote on the cover."

A small smile came over Alan's face. "Really?"

Charlie spoke solemnly, "Don I we. Umm…have to do everything to find her. We have to."

Don nodded. "We will Charlie."

Don's cell phone rang. He picked it up "Eppes."

Charlie and Alan watched Don listen to the caller on the other end. He finished the call. He had a ghost of a small smile on his lips. " That was David. The blood that was at the crime scene matched a known felon."

Charlie's eye's lit up. "That's great news Don."

"Yeah well the bad news is the guy has been linked to human trafficking in several countries and he was just discovered at the coroner's office as a John Doe."

Alan sucked in his breath, "Oh God that's terrible."