Killian had just closed his car door when he felt it. That prickling along the back of his neck that told him he was being watched.

He turned slowly, hoping to catch whoever it was but found the street behind him empty. Even the windows in the houses were dark and bare. But Killian had been hunting long enough to know the signs. Just because there wasn't anyone around to watch him, didn't mean there wasn't something lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Are you coming?"

"Uh… yeah. Just gimme a minute," he called back, as he made his way around the car. While none of the research they'd done the night before had given them a reason to be suspicious that morning, Killian couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his gut. So he made a quick stop at the trunk of his car to grab his favorite gun, before jogging over the road to catch up to where his brother was already stood.

"Is everything okay?" Liam asked, as the two men fell into step beside each other.

"Yeah, I just uh… keep your eyes open, okay? Something feels off here."

"Do you think this is all connected to Dad?"

"It'd be a hell of a coincidence if it weren't," Killian mused. But stranger things had certainly happened. "Just stay on guard. We have no idea what we might be walking into today."

Liam nodded his agreement before reaching out to flick the latch on the gate of the house in front of them. The two men fell silent as they made their way up the neatly kept garden path to knock on the front door.

"Hi there, Ma'am. My name is Detective Young and this is my partner, Detective Slade," Killian explained, as he fished one of his fake badges from his pocket. "We were wondering if you had a moment to talk about your brother?"

The woman stood on the other side of the door looked a little confused to see the detectives outside of her home, but she quickly nodded her head and stepped to one side, pulling the door open wide in invitation. "Sure, come on it," she told them.

The guys made their way into the house carefully and waited to be shown through to the living room before taking a seat at opposite ends of the sofa. Their host made sure to offer them snacks and drinks before she reluctantly dropped down into the only free seat in the room and asked, "What is it that you wanted to talk about?"

"Your brother was one of the victims of Reverend Martin's attack, is that correct?" Liam asked carefully. Knowing their luck, the person they were looking for had already left the state and they were sitting in the home of some random stranger.

"That's right," she agreed, as tears sprang to her eyes.

"The police report said that you were with your brother at the time of the attack, but you somehow managed to escape."

"Yes," she confirmed, as her tears began spilling over.

Killian reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table and handed them to her as his brother continued with his line of questioning.

"Would you be able to tell us a little more about that day?" Liam asked gently.

"I've already given my statement to the police," she told him, before loudly blowing her nose.

"I know, but we'd like to hear it from you again, if that's okay? It's possible that you might be able to recall more details now that you've had some time to process everything," Liam explained patiently.

The woman blew her nose again as she took a few moments to compose herself. Liam and Killian gave her all the time that she needed. They'd both been exposed to the supernatural world at a young age, and there were still sights that shocked them to their core. They couldn't even begin to imagine how tough it would be for someone on the outside, especially when that someone had just lost a person close to them.

"We uh… we met for choir practice on Wednesday evening, like we always do," she began calmly. "Jason picks me up on his way past the house. Everything seemed so normal." She paused for a moment again to gather her thoughts. "It was uh… it was at the end of the night when it happened. We'd stayed behind to help the Reverend clean up. One minute Jason was stacking chairs… the next… he was on the floor with blood pouring from his head."

Her tears were flowing freely now, and in her efforts to grab for another tissue she managed to knock the box off the table.

"It's okay, I've got it," Killian assured her, as he reached down to pick them up and then passed a few more over to the clearly distraught woman.

"I ran to help him and then felt something hit the back of my head. I didn't really see much after that. It was all so fuzzy. All I remember is the guy that saved me. He charged into the room and threw something at Reverend Martin. Then there was this black smoke… I guess something must have caught fire? I think the guy dragged me outside but I don't really remember it. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the hospital, and they told me that my brother was dead."

She dissolved into floods of tears once again and Liam reached out an awkward hand to try and offer the poor woman some form of comfort as he turned a questioning look upon his brother. Killian nodded his head once before he spoke up again.

"I hate to do this while you're upset, Ma'am, but do you remember anything else about the other man at all? A name, maybe? Or what color hair he had?"

"Dark. He had dark hair. But I don't remember anything else. I'm sorry. He uh… he saved my life, though. So if you find him, will you thank him for me please?"

"Of course," Killian assured her, as he and Liam rose gracefully from their seats. "Thank you for your time this morning. We'll see ourselves out."

The brothers waited until they were both safely back inside of the car and had driven away from the street they'd been visiting before they spoke again.

"Do you think it was Dad?" Liam asked, turning to face his older brother.

"Who else could it have been?"

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