"We should let the police keep an eye on the house, covertly, and talk to the brother when he gets home." Gillian was cautious, fearful that they would make things worse with their only possible suspect.

"If they have anything to do with it, he's probably in there right now calling his brother to tip him off," Cal said in return, playing devil's advocate to his own argument, speaking as much to the cops as his partner.

With a final look between them, Cal, Gillian, and Wallowski approached the door, leaving the rest of the group standing behind them.

It took several attempts to get a response from the house. Minutes passed, the sounds of movement could be heard from within, objects being moved around and doors opening and closing. Eventually, the door opened a crack, the frightened young man peeking through the gap.

Never one to shy away from confrontation, Cal placed his foot in the gap of the doorway and drew himself up to his full height for once.

"Alright mate? Because you seem a bit agitated? Something you want to share maybe? Get it off your chest?"

"I have to wait for Charlie to come home. I'm not supposed to open the door."

"Why did you then? Eh? You must have wanted to talk to us. Why don't you let us in?"

"NO! I can't. Charlie will get mad. I'm not supposed to talk to anyone. Charlie says I shouldn't talk to anyone."

"And why's that then?"

"Charlie says bad people might want to hurt me." The young man was increasingly agitated, making it nearly impossible, without a baseline, to get a read on him.

"Well, I'm not a bad person. And this here, she's a police officer", Cal gestured to Wallowski who smiled and showed her badge to the man. "Doesn't Charlie say to trust the police? If you need help or anything?"

"Charlie says to call him if I need anything. You have to go now", he was erratic by now. Looking all around, behind them and behind himself, as if waiting for an ambush of some sort.

The man tried to close the door, but Cal's foot was still blocking the frame and he stepped forward, placing his hand on the door and imposing himself further into the space.

"What's your name, mate?"

"I'm not supposed to talk to you"

"Look, we're only here to help you. We know you don't have the girl", Cal tried to alleviate the situation, a dismissive tone to his words.

Both Cal and Gillian clearly spotted the tell-tale crease at the corner of the man's eyes and the momentary tightness of his mouth before his face was taken over in frustration.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Go away. My brother isn't here."

"Alright mate. It's alright. It's just that, there's a missing girl, and we were hoping to talk to everyone who lives nearby, just to rule them out, you know? So we can move on to the next area", Cal moved to an attempt at soothing now.

Cal turned to Wallowski again, brushing her arm in a subtle nudge and shooting her a look to play along, then shifting his eyes towards the side of the house.

"We know you don't know anything, my colleague here with the police, she's going to radio in to let them know that we've cleared the area once we finish talking to everyone", Cal continued.

"Well, I don't know anything. Charlie doesn't know either. We don't have no girl, ok?"

As nervous as he was, and although he clearly did know something about the girl, he seemed to be telling the truth about not having her. Cal looked now at Gillian to make sure that she had seen the same thing he had.

"Ok. We believe you. Thank you", Gillian took over. Gillian was always considerably more effective at 'soothing' anyway. "What did you say your name was? Just so we can make sure to put on the report that we've cleared you. Your full name…"

The man looked confused for a moment, nervous and unsure, before looking down and replying, "Caleb. Morris.", then, taking advantage of Cal's position shift when he looked at his colleagues, he slammed the door. Caleb could be heard moving quickly through the house, in a clear panic to get away from the situation.

The trio moved away from the house before speaking quietly.

"Well, he definitely knows something about a missing girl. Hard to say if it's just because he's seen it on the news. He could be just nervous about speaking to us when he's been told not to", Gillian argued.

"Ibrahim, why don't you call in for a check on the two brothers? Charlie and Caleb Morris. See if you can get an update on our murder victim too. I think I'm gonna scope out 'round the back of the house again. I'll be as quiet as I can, but I want to see if he's up to something or not", Wallowski ordered as they approached the rest of the waiting group at the end of the drive.

"I'll go with you", offered Officer Jared Pugh, one of the Virginian cops in the group.

Cal nodded at the question Wallowski didn't get to ask. "Right, we'll…"

He didn't get to finish before Officer Pugh's radio chimed in, alerting them to news that a teenager identifying herself as Amy Hamilton had been found alive but in shock and was on the way to the emergency room for a check-up.

Sighs of temporary relief were emitted in sync as everyone immediately began to reassess their plans.

They agreed to keep two police officers on covert surveillance of the street, with the promise of coming back to speak to Charlie Morris as soon as they could. Officer Hamed moved away to call in a request for background checks and to follow up on the autopsy report while they had the chance. The Lightman Group would divide themselves up, Ria would stay at the house with the cops in case Charlie arrived home. The cops would make sure that their potential suspects couldn't flee, but Ria would get the preliminary read on the older brother if the opportunity arose. Cal and Gillian would go to the hospital with Wallowski to speak to Amy. Now that they knew Amy was no longer captive, getting into the house was no longer a priority. Amy was now the key witness. If she could identify her assailant, they would have grounds to question them in an interview room.

Ibrahim made his phone calls quickly in order to update the group before they disbanded. Initial checks suggested nothing alarming in the history of the Morris brothers. The full autopsy report was unavailable, but the police had requested a fingerprint check in the first instance to see if they could get an ID on the victim.

As luck would have it, the woman had a juvenile record for shoplifting. She could be identified as Claudia Kabuso. She had no known family. She had grown up in the foster care system and aged out at 18, five years ago, where all records and traces of the woman had ceased. There were no traces of anyone to notify, and no leads as to who she was and where she had been. There was nobody to speak to for further clues as to what had happened to her, or if her death had any link to Amy. Gillian placed a call to Eli Loker to see if he could dig up any detail on their new suspects or on the dead woman. Anything they could find might help somehow.

Regardless, the only witness they had for now was a near catatonic fourteen-year-old girl.