Holding the note in her hand, Erin smiled. "Ha, nice one, Bracks. Going to have to try harder than that though", she thought out loud. She found it hilarious that Bracks would go to this great of lengths to scare her. She put the note down on the table and grabbed her phone, she began dialing Brack's number. She sat their for a few seconds, the phone just kept ringing. After a minute, it went straight to voicemail, "This is Bracks, sorry I couldn't come to the phone, but leave your message and I will do my best to reply to you soon", his basic voicemail went to a stop. "You're hilarious Bracks", Erin started with a laugh in her voice, "I just found your prank note in my room. I Normally would never bother you this late, but I assume your high tailing it back home since you bothered driving all the way out here and following me. Nice try", she finished, hanging up. She took the paper, crinkled it up and threw it to the trash bin. "Time to get some sleep", Erin thought as she climbed into bed. She turned the bedside lamp off and cuddled under the sheets. As her mind often did during these relaxing moments, her mind would wander to places, sometimes good and sometimes bad. She couldn't help but think about the note she thought Bracks had left in her hotel. "Hold on", she thought, "How did Bracks even get in my room? He doesn't have a key and he isn't related to me...so I don't see how he would have convinced the hotel worker to give him one". After a while of freaking herself out, she decided it best not to think about now. She then let her mind clear as darkness and sleep took her over.

Erin woke up early to a phone call, it was Bracks. She chuckled tiredly, reached over and answered, "Finally decided to come clean, Sir?". "Erin? Are you ok?", Bracks said hurridly. "Ha yea, why?", she asked. "Erin...I didn't leave a note in your room. Are you shitting around with me right now? Don't play around like that", he yelled. Erin held in a laugh, "Yea, whatever you say, sir. Got any news for me?". "I'm being serious, Erin!", Bracks yelled again. Erin sighed, not in the mood anymore to play around, "Yea yea, so do you have a new place for me or not?", she asked again, getting annoyed. Bracks let out a loud and annoyed sigh before replying, "Yea, seems our buddy is back on the prowl. He killed two people last night at another small airport, just outside of Little White Chapel, Maryland". "Got it", she replied, and without warning, hung up and jumped out of bed. After a quick shower, Erin got ready. After giving her hair a soft curl and doing her typical makeup, she threw on a pair of black leggings and an off the shoulder long sleeve aqua blue top and some similar colored Vans. After observing herself in the mirror, she felt she looked presentable, and went to get her things ready. As she packed her things up, she looked back at the trash bin. Without much though, she went back over the bin and pulled out the crinckled up paper. After unfolding it and smoothing it out, she observed it. She couldn't help but notice that it was not in Brack's handwritting. She knew his handwritting well. "Hmmmm...", she thought out loud, "Maybe Bracks didn't write this...". Had she had a close encounter with the night flier? She then laughed, "Ha..as if...". She folded up the paper and put it into her bag. Grabbing her things and her keys, she headed downstairs, closing the hotel room door behind her.

After the long drive, she finally arrived to Little White Chapel. It was around 3 in the afternoon and the sun was high in the sky. She arrived at the airport, this one was much smaller than the other airport. This one was most likely run by a family. There were police parked everywhere, and she felt a little nervous. She wasn't sure if she would be able to find out what she needed to if the police were around. She had found out that Dees had a fake FBI badge that helped him out in situations like these. Perhaps she needed to invest in one in the future. Getting out of her car and grabbing her things, she headed towards the small building. "Excuse me! Ma'am! Can I help you?", she heard a male voice call after her. She turned and saw young, good looking cop staring right at her. She froze, how was she going to talk her way through this one? "Uh...", she started. "This building is under police investigation right now, and the airport is closed, so you will have to find another airport", he said, crossing his arms across his chest. "I'm sorry, sir...I'm just...well..", she began to sutter, she had not prepared herself for this kind of confrontation. After finally regaining her composure, she gave him a fake look of confidence and said "Sir, I am with the papers, and just really want to know what happened, I feel as if it the people's right to know what is going on so they can properly prepare and protect themselves". The cop brought his hand to his chin, slightly rubbing in "thinking" matter. He then began eyeing her up and down and she saw a hint of lust in his eyes. She did her best to hold back rolling her eyes, at least he was more subtle than the last guy...much better looking too. He then smiled at her and said, "Well...miss?". "Erin Neely", she finished for him. "Alright, Miss Neely, well I can't tell you much here, as I said before, this is police work...but if you were to let me buy you a drink after work, maybe we can work out some details together", he said, eying her down with his icy blue eyes. She looked back at the cop and took in his appearence. He was wearing a black cop uniform, and on his suit he had a pin that had the name "Johnson" on it. And his dark brown hair made his icy blue eyes look even more blue. He was great looking, at least getting a drink with him wouldn't be complete torture. "Officer Johnson?", she asked. "Yes ma'am", he said, looking pleased with her saying his name. "A drink would be great", she said, giving him a smile. "Great, I get off at around 5:30. So how about you meet me at the bar at around 6:30? It's called Lucky Ed's, shoudln't be too hard to find", he replied. She was thrilled he didn't offer to pick her up. It would be easier to slip out and get what she needed done if she wasn't relying on someone getting her back to her hotel room. "Sounds good, I'll meet you there", she said. After she gave him her number, she quickly left, ready to get the night over with.

At 6:30, Erin walked into the small town bar. She was greeted by a smoke filled room. It was so foggy, she could hardly see her hand in front of her. Erin let out a loud sigh, this was going to be a long night. Finding a spot on the bar, she was greeted by a female bartender. "What can I get you, Sugar?", she asked. She was an attractive, spanish girl with long fire engine red hair. She was wearing a black crop top with some low cut blue jeans. "I'll take a purple haze, please", she replied. "No problem, toots", she said, winking at Erin. She pulled out her phone and looked to see the time, it was now 6:39. After a few minutes, the bartender returned with her drink in hand and placed it down in front of her. "So what brings you to town, boo? Don't think I have ever seen you around here", the attractive bartender asked. "My names Erin, I'm a reporter. I'm actually meeting someone here that I think can help me find out some info", she replied, taking a sip of her drink. The bartender extended her hand to shake Erins. Erin took it, "Norma Venzor, nice to meet you". Erin smiled back at her before taking another sip of her drink. "Well, i'm going to take a wild guess and say that you're here to learn more about the Watson's. Erin sat up and looked directly at Norma, "yes, actually that is why I'm here. Do you know anything about them?". Norma laughed, "Oh yea, I know them. Mark Watson used to come in here almost everyday and get drunk off his ass and go home and beat on his poor wife half to death. Poor Christine, she never could have children because of him. Thank God she couldn't...he probably would have beat them too.", Norma said, a sad look in her caramel eyes. "So he was infamous for being an asshole, huh?", Erin asked. "Yup, they were also the owners of that small airport. When they first got married 13 years ago, they opened that up, they had big dreams for it. He used to treat her like a princess. After Christine lost her first child, a year after they had been married, Mark turned to alcohol for comfort. After 2 years, he was a straight addict. By the 4th year, he was beating her. Can't really remember a time Christine didn't have bruises covering her body.", Norma said. "Do you know anything about their murders?", Erin asked, hoping to maybe find out what she needed from this lady and not the cop. "I only know a few details. I'm friends with one of the lady cops that went out on the call this morning. She was in here earlier telling me about some of it", Norma replied, raising a brow at the curious reporter. "Could you maybe tell what she told you?", Erin asked hopefully. "Well, I can tell ya this much...I am beyond thankful that whoever did this, had some mercy on her. They found Christine, laying in her chair, every drop of blood gone from her body. No sign of a struggle and a smile across her face. The only injury on her body was two large holes on both sides of her neck. Not a drop of blood on her dress. Now Mark...ha..that's another story. Whoever did this, didn't hold back on him.", Norma paused, she had an unpleasant look on her face. "That bad?", Erin asked. "Mhmmm", Norma started again, "They found him in the shed that is behind the house. He was missing body parts. His throat was ripped right clean out and by the look of his nails and facial expression...there was a struggle and it was awful for him...can't say he didn't deserve it though", Norma retorted, "Who do you work for?". "Inside View", Erin replied, waiting for the look that everyone had given her to that reply. "Really now? I read that paper. It's one of my favorites, hope I get some credit for that in your story", Norma replied, a big smile across her face. "Absolutely", Erin said, pulling her camera out of her bag. The bartender flipped her hair and posed. Erin took the picture, and smiled, "Gorgeous". Norma nodded to her, and as Erin got up to leave, Norma said "Now if ya want a really good time, boo, you come and find me later", Norma said, looking at the reporter seductively. Erin smiled back at her, before nodding and turning to leave again. She much prefered being hit on by women than men anyways.