At the 12th precient Emily sat waiting in an interview room. Emily stared at the ceiling when the door opened. Mac came in with Flack behind him.

" What am I doing back in here? I gave you my statement on what happened to Ethan. You have everything you need to lock me up forever."

Mac sat down.

" We know you didn't kill Ethan Emily, but you know who did, don't you?"

Emily became silent.

" Don't you want to help yourself?" Mac asked," Do you want to take the rap?"

Emily sighed, she did know who killed Ethan, she saw it wither own eyes.

" I want to forget it happened. I couldn't believe what I saw. It's hard to explain. Ethan broke my heart wide open, but I didn't want to see him dead."

" What happened? What did you see Emily? Who did you see?" Mac asked.

" Clarissa's father, I knew it was him because I saw him before. I saw them arguing and then Ethan laughed. That's when I saw it, Ethan was it from behind again and again."

Tears were now filling Emily's eyes.

" It tears me apart to see that over and over again in my head. I got mixed up in it and I hid it to hurt others. In the end I ended up hurting myself. What can I do now?"

" Testify in court what you saw," Flack said," He shouldn't get away with this."

" What about me? I lied to you to save myself."

" You cooperate with us and the D.A. will take it into consideration. You could just end up with probation."

Emily nodded her head.

" Okay, I'll do it. I've got other apologies to make. I have to make things right. Clarissa and Staci need to know how sorry I am."

In the meantime, Clarissa was at home. She still felt hurt and confused. Her father tore her heart to pieces, yet she still loved him. She didn't notice Staci coming up.

" Hi Clarissa," Staci said.

Clarissa looked up.

" Hey," Clarissa said.

" What's wrong? I know you've had a hard time since Ethan's death, but you look totally devastated."

" It's my father. He was arrested for killing Ethan."

" What?"

" He admitted it Staci. My father is a murderer."

Staci sat down.

" There has to be a reason. I came here because you weren't in class. I wanted to know if you're okay."

" I'm far beyond it. I may never be the same. I keep thinking how did my father overpower Ethan. What did he use to kill him?"

Staci got back up.

" You need time away from here. My guess your mom is at the police station?"

Clarissa nodded her head.

" Maybe you should go there."

" I can't. I can't even look at my father."

Clarissa got up and headed towards the front when something caught eyes. She looked and saw something in the bushes.

" What is it?" Staci asked.

" I don't know, it looks like a metal bar."

Clarissa looked closer and then stepped back. Staci happened to look at it too.

" My father's tire iron. Why is it hidden here?"

" That's blood Clarissa. I'm sure that's what it is."

Clarissa ran into the house and picked up the phone.

" Who are you calling?"

" The crime lab. I think I just found what my dad used."

It was about a half hour later when Clarissa saw Stella and Danny.

" I hope this isn't a waste of your time," Clarissa said," I didn't know who else to call."

" Show us what you found," Stella said.

Clarissa led them to where she found the tire iron. Stella put on a pair of gloves and picked it up.

" This could be what we've been looking for."

" That definitely looks like blood," Danny said.

Stella sprayed a solution on it and it changed color, Clarissa saw it.

" What does that mean?"

" It's blood," Stella answered.

Clarissa sighed.

" I need to get that back to the lab and test it to see if it matches Ethan Crowley," Danny said.

" You do that Danny. I'll call Mac."

Stella looked at Clarissa.

" I know how hard this is on you. Your father did something terrible."

" He said he was trying to protect me. That might be true, but it still hurts."

Stella came up to her.

" I think you need to see your father. Let him explain to you what happened."

" I don't think I can detective. It's hard."

" You need to know the truth."

Clarissa nodded her head and went with Stella to the precient.

" Where is my father?"

Stella led her to a room where he father was with his lawyer and Mac. Flack came up behind them.

" So far were not getting anywhere."

Stella walked away and Flack went with her.

" We may have the murder weapon. Clarissa found it. Danny took it back to the lab for processing. It's a tire iron covered in blood."

Stella looked at where Clarissa was.

" This is really hard on her Don."

" To find out your father killed your boyfriend, I can imagine it is."

Inside the room Mac was getting nowhere with Phillip.

" We have your confession. I'm offering you a deal. Admit to what you did and you won't end up in prison for the rest of your life."

Philip shook his head.

" Your daughter thinks a great deal of you."

" I did this for her."

Clarissa was listening to what her father was saying, tears again filled her eyes. Stella came up behind her.

" Are you okay?"

" I hate what he did, but he's my father. I still love him. Is there anyway I can get in there?"

" Are you sure?"

Clarissa nodded her head.

Stella knocked on the door and a moment later it opened. Mac looked at the two of them.

" I want to see my father," Clarissa said.

" He's still being questioned. It's not a good time," Mac told her.

" It'll only take a minute."

Mac nodded his head and Clarissa went into the room where her father was, her mother was in the room also.

" Clarissa," Phillip said," I knew you would forgive me."

" I don't forgive you dad. I hate what you did."

" Sweetheart, you deserve to have someone who loves you. Ethan didn't."

Clarissa shook her head.

" You used the tire iron didn't you. I found it. It's covered in blood."

" Right now it's at the lab being tested," Stella told him," You want to save more heartache Mr. Wallace?"

Phillip looked at his daughter.

" I didn't mean to cause you pain Clarissa. I wanted to protect you."

" I know, but I can't forgive you. However, I don't hate you. I do love you dad."

" I love you too."

Clarissa hugged her father. Phillip then looked at the detectives."

" I'll take your deal. I want to avoid a jury trial. It'll be a waste of time."

Mac nodded his head.

" What does this mean?" Clarissa asked," How long will my father be in jail for?"

" It's up to the D.A. right now," Stella told her.

Clarissa sighed. For now things were over, but was it going to get worse or better?