I'm such a liar. Lol. I promised that this chapter would be from the preview but I decided that I better make it more clear as to whom 'they' are. Enjoy and please don't hate me!

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He opened the door to the interrogation room, mind swimming with the possibilities of how he was going to approach this new found disaster of a situation. Carly and Jordan sat at the table in the middle of the room, staring wide-eyed at the detective.

"It can't be them Jordan," Woody said, closing the door and crossing the threshold to where they were sitting. He pulled up a chair and sat down, running his fingers through his hair.

"Woody countless of other cases have arised in the past year with this exact MO. Three or four of them have been ours," Jordan said, taking her eyes off Carly to turn to Woody. "It's always the same. A guy put away for a minor crime, gets out, and goes after the family of the cop who put him away."

Woody shook his head, not wanting to believe, but knowing, that what Jordan was saying was the truth.

"You mean you've dealt with these people before?" Carly asked, her voice slightly more hopeful.

Jordan and Woody looked away from each other's sad faces to Carly. "Ya," Jordan said after a pause. "They call themselves "X". They've hit a bunch of other families in Boston."

"But what do they want?" Carly asked, tucking a stray piece of blonde hair behind her ear.

Woody and Jordan exchanged a look, wondering how to tell the distraught teenager something they didn't know.

"There are many things they could be after Carly," Woody said, dipping his head and looking to his hands which were folded neatly on the table in front of him.

"You have no clue in hell do you?" she asked, an all-knowing, amused smirk crossing her pretty face.

Jordan and Woody smiled at their futile attempts to lie to her.

"No," Woody answered truthfully. But that's not to say that we don't have theories," he defended.

Carly laughed. "Nobody's insulting your detective skills," she smiled warmly. Woody noticed that for the first time since they had met, the smile reached her eyes. "So what are your theories?"

"Money for starters," Woody answered.

"What sense does that makes? It's not like they would get a lot on a cop's salary," Carly replied, leaning back in her chair.

"We also think it could be just for the sake of revenge … self satisfaction. You ruined my life so I'm gonna ruin yours type thing," Jordan offered.

"What kind of sick bastard hurt the families of cops?" Carly asked, her pretty face twisting into a look of revulsion.

Jordan and Woody both held their tongues.

"Carly we have to ask …" Woody let the rest of his sentence hang in the air. "Where were you last night between ten and twelve pm?"

He waited for her to blow up at him for even asking her such a question. But instead, her face showed signs of understanding.

"Logan." Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

"The airport?" Jordan inquired.

Carly looked up, ice-cold blue eyes boring into Jordan's dark ones. "I was on the red eye from LA to Boston. My dad use to work for the Sunset Division way back when. They were going through some of their old files and came across my dad's old cases. They were no good to them and they had run out of room in the storage room so they contacted me and asked if I would take them. I said yes. But chain of custody states that it has to be passed in rightful ownership because of the evidence that the cases held and instead of sending one of their valuable officers to bring the files to me …"

"They made you come to them," Jordan finished for her.

Carly nodded. "Flight landed at ten fifteen, got through customs by eleven. Stopped for a bite to eat at cafeteria until eleven thirty and then took a fourty-five minute taxi ride home," she said, examining her nails as though she was merely bored.

"You sure like to keep track of time," Jordan said, a grin spreading across her face.

"Comes with being the daughter of a bad-ass cop," she replied, her face lighting up with her smile.

Woody looked down to the stack of notes in his hands before returning his eyes to the young girl across from him. "Well … I think that's all for now Carly," he said. "We'll call you if we have any further questions." He pushed his chair back and stood.

"Detective Hoyt?" Carly asked, still sitting in the hard plastic chair. Woody turned his crystalline blue eyes to her. "I want to be kept in the loop on this case. I want to know everything you find out. I know it's somewhat unethical but … please."

He turned his eyes to Jordan who had an agreeing look on her face. "I'll try my best: he said as he swung open the door and walked out.

With a last smile to Carly, Jordan followed Woody out of the room.