The front door to the small bed & breakfast hadn't even latched behind them before Detective Grimes was dialing his phone. First he called Maggie, asking her to track down Michonne and Tyreese, then asking her to contact Louisville PD about the Preston Street murders. Next he called and left a voicemail for Bob Stookey, asking for the autopsy report ASAP. He knew that was going to take awhile though, with how she'd been maimed. By the time he was finished with his message, Michonne was returning his call, and he asked her to do an even deeper background check on both Sovay Martin and Sam Keyes. Both of them were hiding something. He also asked about Tomas Suarez. Any little thing could help.

He glanced over at his partner, not at all surprised to find the man deep in thought. He guessed, though, that for once, his mind wasn't focusing on the case. Not exactly.

It was curious to him, really. In the year and some that he'd known Daryl Dixon, he'd never seen the man ever give a woman a second glance. To be honest, Rick thought that maybe his partner was gay even, but watching him watch Miss Martin threw those thoughts out the window. Alas, as much as he wanted to know what was running through his friend's mind at the moment, there was a case that needed solving.

"Something on your mind Daryl?" he asked, pulling open the drivers door to his pickup.

The other man scratched at his chin and nodded, opening the passenger door before leaning on it. "Mhm. Sumthin' ain't righ'. She ain't lyin' but she ain't tellin' tha' truth neither." He paused for a moment. "Cain't figger 'er out."

Rick gave a low chuckle before ducking his head and climbing into the truck. "That'll be a first."

The first thing she did when she shut the door behind them was to lean against it and let out a loud sigh. This trip was already become far more exhausting than she'd planned. She crossed the room and picked up her phone that she'd been ignoring. It'd gone off a few times while the detectives were in here questioning her, but she figured that if it was something important it would have gone off far more.

The first missed call was from the prison Tomas was locked up in. Lord only knows what he wanted, but she wasn't going to take anymore of his calls, not after he pulled that stunt with some of his hired men two days ago. It's amazing that even behind bars he can mess with her life. The second was from her mother, and then another from the prison. Ugh, she thought, can't he take a hint?

She also had a few texts from Sam about dinner later. Apparently Beth had gone and invited the both of them over to her family's home later that night. Great. Just what I need right now. She did want to meet this Godsend of a girl, just maybe not now, after the day she'd already had. Nothing that a good nap can't fix, she thought as she flopped down onto the bed and closed her eyes.

"You didn't mention the sealed record earlier, Dixon." Michonne barely looked up from the file she was reading as the men walked in. "Samuel Keyes has a juvenile record," she explained to Rick and looking up at him as she finished reading whatever it was she was reading.

"Yah. And?" the rough man asked. "Who ain't got'a juvie record? Pretty sure ev'one in thi' room has on'."

"I don't," Tyreese threw in. "My mama wouldn't kilt me if I woulda soured my name like that."

Daryl huffed. "Lucky you. Ma mama wa' already dead," he said in a deadpan. The group had already known each other long enough to know that he didn't mean anything by it, and he sure as hell didn't want any sympathy for it. He just liked silencing a room. Unfortunately for him, because they knew each other so well, they just ignored him and moved on.

"What about Sovay? Anything else on her?" Rick asked.

"Not as far as I can tell," answered Tyreese. "Smart kid, 'A' student, worked a couple of jobs to help with school. Always quit, never fired. Boss, professors all got good things to say before she left. Sor-"

"She quit school?" Rick cut in.

"Yeah," Michonne replied, "about a month after her roommate died, near the end of her first semester, fourth year. She was all set to graduate in May, Dean's List and everything. Guess she couldn't handle it after all the publicity."

"Huh?"

Tyreese looked pointedly at Daryl. "Somehow the media got wind that she could be a suspect. She started getting harassed. A lot. She dropped out of school and pretty much went silent until now. She's got a PO Box listed in Louisville so I guess she stayed close, but no permanent address. Coulda been living anywhere."

"She does have a restraining order out," Michonne added, "against that guy, Tomas Suarez though, from about a month before the roommate died. And she filed a missing person's report a year before that. Guess who?"

"Sam," Daryl threw in. "'Member wha' she sai' th'mornin', 'bou 'im jus' leaven' wi' no word?"

Rick nodded and Michonne confirmed before continuing. "Another thing, on the MPR, she said he needed to be found because he probably wouldn't be taking his medications."

"Meds?" Rick looked to Daryl. "What meds?"

The man shrugged. "I've ne'r seen 'im take n'thin." He was curious now though, and a little frustrated that he'd missed something. "Ty-"

"Already on it, man. Waiting for a judge to call me back for a medical document release warrant." The other members of the room nodded.

"What about the gun though? Where'd she get it?"

"It was her father's. A 38 cal. He admitted to giving it to her after she'd broken up with Tomas. She didn't tell her parents the full story, but they gathered that he was dangerous," Tyreese said. "He was fined but that was the end of it. Gun is still in lockup. No casings though."

"Why?"

"Cops didn't find any on the scene. Looked everywhere."

Rick shook his head. "No casings, no body, no blood. But the other girls in the house said they heard shots?"

Michonne looked down and scanned the report while speaking to room. "They heard screaming, loud thumping, and what 'could have been muffled gunshots'. There were only 12 other girls in the house at the time, instead of the normal 30. Every single one of them saw Sovay walk in the door around 11:30, and all of them were running up the stairs by 11:45."

"Cud be they's coverin' for 'er. Wouldn' be tha' firs' time tha's happen'd."

"Maybe. But I doubt it. Not all 12 of them," Tyreese said. "Someone would've cracked."

"Not unless she's got something on all of them. Or threatened them?" Michonne added.

"Nah. I don't get that feeling from her," Rick expressed. "I don't think she's as innocent as she seems but I don't think she's a killer. Not this time anyway."

They all looked over to Daryl as he huffed, reading something off his phone. He lifted his eyes to see the others staring at him with questioning eyes. "It's Beth. Who wan's ta come ta dinner tanigh'?"