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Brooklyn was standing by the now smashed box of antique clocks. Her little hands were balled into fists and she looked quite angry. The spot where her head had the gash was a little less bloody and a bit smaller but she was still drenched. "They arrested him!" she shouted and Melinda looked taken aback. She had no idea the child could have such a temper. "They can't arrest him! He has to know! Get him out of that prison, get him out!" she shouted at Melinda and with a flash, she vanished again. At that moment, Delia entered the room.

"Is everything alright Melinda?" she asked. Melinda nodded as she went to pick up the broken clocks. "What just happened? How come those clocks are on the floor?" Melinda looked at her as she placed the box of broken clocks on the table.

"Brooklyn Steinbeck," was all she said. Delia looked confused for a moment.

"Brooklyn Steinbeck?" she asked. She thought a moment. "This Brooklyn Steinbeck isn't perhaps related to Teddy Steinbeck by any chance, is she?"

"You know Teddy Steinbeck?"

"Sure, I sold him a house a few years ago He had just graduated high school and wanted a place of his own so he wouldn't have to live in dorms at college. Seemed like quite a nice guy, why?"

"He's been arrested for the possible murder of Brooklyn. She was his little sister. She died and ship accident two years ago." Delia was very surprised to hear this.

"Teddy never mentioned anything about having a sister. I do recall that one time a woman with dark hair showed up at Teddy's doorstep with a little girl who looked the age of five. You see, I was just leaving at the time, having had made sure that Teddy was good and settled in the new house. The strange thing was, the dark haired woman didn't even look nearly old enough to be his mother. On the contrary, she looked much around his age. You know, now that I think about, Teddy looked like he was some years older than eightteen but he insisted that he was so I didn't press the subject."

"He didn't say anything about having a sister?" Delia shook her head. "That's strange. You said the little girl looked like she was five?" Delia nodded. "How many years ago was this, do you remember?"

"It was three, I'm sure of it. I never forget a sale. Anyway, he did leave the address of where he was living at the time he saw me about buying the house." She pulled a piece of paper and a pen off of Melinda's desk and wrote something down. "I'm sure this is it. Here," she said, handing the paper to Melinda, "You might benefit from your investigation if you go to this address."

"Thanks," Melinda said.

"No problem." Delia turned to walk away but then looked back at her. "This Brooklyn, by any chance, is she a new client of yours?" Melinda smiled.

"Yes, she is."

"Oh." Delia turned back around and left the backroom. Melinda looked down at the address and decided that she would go see about the people in the house later on that day. She didn't understand why Teddy didn't mention having a sister. She knew Delia liked to make friendly conversation with the people she sold houses too. Then there was this dark haired woman and the five year old girl whom, she was certain was Brooklyn Steinbeck.

A/N: So here's chappie 5! I'm trying to draw this out a little bit because one of my reviewers thinks it's good but I'm going a little bit too fast. So, I'm doing something that makes all the information Melinda already has seem to simple to be the truth. What do you think is going to happen? Can't wait to hear your thoughts. I gotta go type up chappie 6, see you there!