Doc shifted his weight and pulled himself up to the table from the more reclined position he was in. His crystal blue eyes looked deeply at Matt. "Did Festus say anything else? I mean after we left?"

Matt sipped on his drink and then shook his head slowly and added a deep and disappointed "Nope."

Doc leaned his right elbow on the table and took his chin in his hand. His mind was miles away in thought. Kitty watched him and she couldn't remember the last time he did that. "Doc?"

"Hum?" Was the physician's response.

"You look lost in thought. What are you thinking about?" Kitty pried.

Doc snorted in slight amusement by her question. "I'm just thinking about the murders and that knife."

Matt now was interested. "What are you getting at Doc?" The marshal leaned forward trying to garner Doc's attention.

"I'm certain that Festus' knife was the weapon in all three cases, but I don't think Festus did any of them..." His mind was still churning trying to fit pieces together. "There's just something about the wounds and the knife that I can't place my finger on...least not just yet."

Matt leaned closer. "If Festus didn't do it, who did?"

Doc looked up at Matt. "Well if I knew that just a minute ago, don't you think I would have told you?"

Matt sat back and looked at Doc. "Let me know when you come up with something then..."

Doc sighed and finished his drink. "I'll see you in the morning..." He stood to leave and Kitty stood taking him by the arm. "Doc, you better get a good night sleep." She almost scolded him in a motherly tone.

"Guess we'll both find out tomorrow if I do..." Doc winked and bid his farewell for the evening.

Kitty sat back down next to Matt. "That old buzzard will be up all night about what he's thinking about."

Matt downed his drink. "Then I might just join him." Matt stood and stretched. "See you in the morning."