After spending over an hour processing the back deck and the package that Emma had received, Killian was the one to finally show Victor and his team out of the building. They'd pulled a number of different fingerprints from the area, but nobody was hopeful that they'd reveal any leads. It was obvious that plenty of people had used the space before, leaving their prints behind. And as everyone had been expecting, there was nothing on the box or the items inside of it.

Killian took a slight detour on his way back to the living room, stopping to grab a couple of bottles of water from the kitchen. He knew that Emma had been drinking again that morning, and with the burns on her legs, he didn't want her to dehydrate. He was expecting to find her staring at the picture hanging over her fireplace again when he returned, but this time, Emma's eyes tracked his form the moment he came into view and stayed locked on him until he took his seat beside her.

"Your girlfriend called," she said, nodding her head at where his phone was still sat on the coffee table.

"I haven't had a girlfriend in three years, so that would be an impressive feat if she had," he chuckled, reaching for the device to check his call log. He wasn't overly surprised to find Ellie's name on the screen in red.

"Sorry. I just assumed…"

"It's okay," Killian assured her. He'd have probably made the same assumption if some random guy had Emma called her during their interviews. "Ellie's my niece. She's a big fan of yours, remember?"

Emma looked a little confused for a moment before her eyes brightened with understanding. "Oh yeah. God, I'm so sorry. It completely slipped my mind."

"No worries." Killian swiped away the missed call notification and then pulled up the voice recording app once more before setting his phone back down onto the table.

"Don't you wanna call her back?"

"Not right now. I'm missing family dinner so she's not gonna be happy with me, and I'm not much in the mood to either be yelled at or guilt-tripped by a teenager," he sighed. Killian already felt bad enough for missing another of their dinner dates, but he also felt terrible for the families of the two victims they hadn't yet identified. They would never get the chance to enjoy a family dinner with their daughter or sister again. And it was that knowledge that kept him focused on doing his job.

"We could always pick this up again tomorrow?" Emma offered.

"It's fine. It's done now," he told her, as he flipped to a blank page in his notepad and reached for his phone to start it recording once more. "Okay. I want to change the topic this time, if that's alright with you?" When Emma nodded her agreement, Killian asked, "How often does your back deck get used?"

"Often. We use it for parties and things like that. I haven't been out there much since those packages started arriving, but it's probably seen more use than some of the rooms inside of my house."

Killian cringed a little at her answer. He'd been expecting it, but that didn't really soften the blow much.

"Who would've had access to it?"

"Everyone I know," she sighed.

"Do you mind if I take a few names? Just so we can try and rule out their prints if we find them there."

"Uh, my assistant, Ariel Fisher; my lawyer, Regina Mills; my agent, Graham Humbert; my housekeeper, Mrs. Lucas; my exes, Neal Cassidy and Walsh Osbourne; a load of people from the recording studio that I don't know surnames for. Then there are the dancers that I've worked with who I couldn't even begin to name; all of the executives at Sony Music and their families too." Emma screwed her eyes shut as she tried to recall everyone who had ever attended one of her parties, but that list was incredibly long and changed frequently. "Oh uh… my stylists that you met the other day. It's a really long list, Agent Jones."

Killian nodded his head to show his understanding. At least he had a few names to work with. "What about your family and friends?"

"I don't really have much of either," Emma offered emotionlessly, and his eyes snapped up to meet hers. "Most of my former friends stopped returning my calls when I moved to Los Angeles. The so-called friends I've made since I've been in the city were only interested in me when I had money and fame, and quickly turn against me when they thought that doing so would give them money and fame."

"And your parents?" he prodded gently, because he didn't want to poke at an open wound, but Killian really needed this information for his investigation.

"You don't know?"

At Agent Jones's confused look, Emma pushed herself to her feet with a small hiss of pain and made her way over to a bookcase in the corner of the room. When she returned there was a small wooden box in her hands, with a number of swans carved into the design. She carefully opened it up and pulled out the newspaper clippings she kept hidden away inside of it. That box was the extent of the digging she'd done into her past. A past that she stopped caring about years ago.

Killian took a moment just to skim the short articles that he'd been handed before his eyes moved back to Emma's face. "I'm…"

"Don't! Don't tell me you're sorry," she snapped back. "You didn't leave me on the side of the road to die, so you don't owe me an apology. And I've long since stopped caring about the people who did. They're not a part of my life, and they never will be."

Killian nodded his head to show his understanding as he made a quick note of the date and location where baby Emma had been found. She wouldn't be happy to know that he planned on investigating her past when he got back to the office, but given the lengths the killer was going to in order to 'protect' her, he wasn't willing to rule out the possibility that his suspect could be her father or a long-lost uncle.

"Okay, how about we move on to the next topic?" he suggested instead. When Emma snapped the lid shut on the box and threw it down onto the coffee table, he took that as her agreement. "This one probably isn't much better than the last, but I'm gonna need a list of all of your past lovers."

"Excuse me?"

"It's just to check for alibis and things like that," he quickly assured her. "We've already ruled out some, thanks to their locations being splashed all over the internet at the time of one or more of the murders. But we're also fully aware that you may have been involved with someone recently that you've not been publicly linked to."

Emma sighed as she brought her hands up to run through her hair. She couldn't imagine any of the guys she'd ever been in a relationship with doing this to someone else. But she was so desperate to put an end to what was going on, that she wasn't about to refuse Agent Jones's request.

"It's a relatively short list," she warned him, because contrary to popular belief, Emma spent more of her time focusing on her music than on her love life.

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