A/N: I guess I should clear something up. When Lanie said last chapter "I've narrowed TOD to 10 pm to 11 pm last night", she meant that she narrowed it down to that time frame the night before, not that Rahul was murdered at that time last night. I realized that might cause confliction for some readers.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Castle. Darn.

Kate knocked on the apartment door, hoping that its occupant was awake.

The door opened to reveal a very tired looking Grace.

"Hello Detective Beckett. Please come in," Grace sounded like the words were forced.

"Thanks Grace," Beckett said, cautiously.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" Beckett let the term of endearment slip subconsciously.

"To be honest, not that great. I haven't been able to sleep. Before my dad died, all he could talk about was my 16th birthday next month. He sounded more excited than I did. Now, every time I think about our conversations about it, I can't help but feel sad. My dad was looking forward to seeing me turn 16. He said he couldn't wait to see his daughter almost becoming an adult, slowly gaining the privileges of an adult, like driving. He was supposed to take me to get my license next month..." Grace trailed off sadly.

When she saw Beckett's face, a mix between surprise and comfort, Grace said, "I'm sorry Detective. Did I over share? I tend to do that a lot with people I trust."

Kate's heart skipped a beat. This girl trusted her. She wished she had had someone to trust when her mother was murdered.

"Oh no, it's fine. I actually have a couple of questions."

"Shoot. Not literally, of course," Grace said with a hint of humor in her voice.

"Did your father work with anyone who might be jealous of his dedication?" Beckett started.

"No, not that I can think of. But then again, he never really talked to me about work." Grace answered truthfully.

"Who was his boss?"

"I believe his name is Charles Witman. He's the head honcho of Witman Realtors. But you also might want to check out a Tyler Coffings. He's the head of the Manhattan Division." Grace said, watching Beckett as she wrote down the information.

"What were your dad's hours like?" Beckett asked next.

"Monday thru Friday. Most people worked from 9 to 9, but my dad has been working from 8 to 10. It normally takes an hour and a half to get home sometimes. He likes walking to the cemetery were my mom was buried, which takes about half an hour from his work. Then he takes the subway to the stop two blocks from here and gets here around 11:30 pm." Grace replied.

"Just out of curiosity, where is your mother buried?"

"At Trinity Church."

Beckett paused. Trinity Church was where her mother was buried.

"One last question and then I'm done. This is probably really awkward, but I have to ask this and see if there are any leads this way. Was your father seeing anyone?"

"It's not awkward at all, Detective. No, he wasn't. At least not recently. My father and I grew really close after my mother was murdered. He always brought home any woman he was seeing at the time. I haven't seen him bring anyone home in three months." Grace answered.

"I think that's it for now Grace. Thanks," Beckett said, standing to walk to the door.

Grace walked with her and opened it for her.

"Detective?" Grace called from the threshold.

"Kate, Grace. Call me Kate," Beckett said with a soft smile.

Grace nodded, "Kate, I like you. I trust you. And really, I have no one right now. Even if you don't need to ask about my father, you are welcome to come here any time you want. I could use the company," she finished timidly.

Beckett nodded, "I'll keep that in mind Grace. Stay safe."

With that, Grace closed the door and Beckett started to make her way back to the Twelfth.