Allison drove to pick up the girls. She found she was a few minutes late with the girls awaiting her in the usual spot. Bridget quickly opened the door and jumped in the front seat.

"I have the front", she called out to Ariel who was following her.

"Mom, I'm the oldest and I should be in the front seat", shoots Ariel.

"Now girls, stop screaming. Bridget gets the front today and Ariel tomorrow."

As they are approaching the house Ariel explains to her mother that her friend Jill will be coming over for supper. Jill is a new girl in school and a year older than Ariel. She is very shy and having trouble blending in.

"She's a very nice girl but she seems very sad. I'm hoping she can make friends so she can forget her past."

Allison noticed how mature her 15yr old sounded with that statement. She is all too aware that Ariel has had moments of clairvoyance.

"I'm sure she will be fine with time. It's an awful adjustment to move especially when you're a teenager. She had to leave all her friends."

"I don't think she had any friends in New York."

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Jill Mortenson arrived at promptly 6pm for supper. She was indeed a very shy girl. She never made eye contact once as she said hello to Allison and Joe. She followed Ariel to her room and Allison felt…………

"Mommy, where are you? Who are you? Why did you leave me?"

These three questions came flooding into her mind repeating themselves endlessly until she heard …..

"Allison, the pasta is burning. Give me a hand here." It was Joe trying to get her back to reality. She ran to the kitchen while trying to put the questions out of her mind…for now.

Supper was rather uneventful. Jill ate quietly and only answered the questions directly asked. She came from NY, 16 yrs old and she moved to Arizona when her father's job transferred him to another bank branch. Her mother is a nurse.

Jill was picked up by 8pm by her mother who tooted and waited in the car.

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Allison's night was full of nightmares. She woke Joe up a few times with her yelling, jumping and crying.

The child is bundled up nicely. The door is opened and the child gently put inside. The mother rushes out just as a woman dressed in white enters the hall. She sees the bundle and gently looks inside. She sees the child. She carries the baby down the hallway.

Allison awakes feeling like she just lost a child. She gets out of bed and checks out Ariel's room as well as Bridget and Marie's room. All is well the girls are all fast asleep. She goes back to bed but she can't fall asleep. She doesn't dare.

The next morning Allison arrives in DA Devalos's office by 9am. She finds him on the phone. He motions for her to come in and wait while he finishes his conversation and hangs up.

"Detective Scanlon just told me he's been asking questions about Katrina Duggar. Apparently Ms. Dugger works as a paralegal here in town. She's single, never been married and no children. Her employer commends her work ethics and says she has nothing to hide. I don't know what more we can find out about her?"

Allison felt like her senses were deceiving her. She was so sure the witness had something to hide. Now she wasn't so sure.

"What do you have on the victim? Any ideas why someone would want to kill her?"

"Ms. Mullany worked in Real Estate. She was recently divorced, never had children. Her Ex-husband has been notified. We don't know if her parents are still alive. We hope he can provide us some information. We have no leads on the shooter but we will have a sketch by noon."

"Can I check out the file until your sketch is ready?"

"Sure, Allison…gives her the file sitting in front of him. I hope you can pick up something."

Allison sat in an empty conference room and laid out the various pictures of the victim, the many notes handwritten by detectives and typed by the office staff. Siobhan Mullany was loved by everyone who was interviewed at her work. She was a great agent but she wasn't pushy.

Then Allison read the coroners report.

"Allison, here's the sketch."

It was Scanlon half in the conference room holding the sketch in one hand.

Allison took the sketch from him and took a long look.

The room was damp and dark. The college girl (her sweater giving her away) was covered in soot. She was breathing hard. She was screaming. The baby was crying. She had given birth, alone, in this place of damp, darkness, rats scurrying all about. She was crying……..

"Allison, are you ok."

"Thanks, she said. If you need me I'll be in here most of the afternoon."

She proceeded to read every piece of paper in that file while occasionally checking out the sketch. She wanted to speak with Katrina Dugger again. She quickly put the file together and headed out the door.

Scanlon was in the hallway when she told him she needed another conversation with Ms. Dugger.

"Ok, he said. I'll try to arrange that for tomorrow. It's late, so why don't you go home for today?"

Good idea she thought. She left the file with him but put the sketch in her purse.