"I told you I didn't write that!" Abby repeated for what felt like the seventh hundred time, Abby had been keeping a log concerning the goings on in HQ since day one. Everyone was accounted for even those who claimed they had ghosts in their houses, when in reality it was probably a just a gust of wind. Abby was the only one who touched the book and she knew she hadn't written about Tom. Kevin had tried to fill it in but it was soon discovered his free hand wasn't up to scratch. He reversed his bs and ps. Abby sat in the interview room in an uncomfortable chair- she couldn't get her head around it. Who had written it? They must have done it when they were all out comforting Holtzmann. Who would want to back up that monsters story? Erin and Patty were waiting out in the hall. Everything was such a mess.

Erin could feel her brain clicking, like it did when she was on the right wavelength for a physics breakthrough. Suddenly a cog slotted into place. She jumped up. She found herself running, Patty ran after her calling out her name. Erin continued o run, well totter. She wasn't really wearing the correct shoes for the chosen activity. Her arms were restricted from the tight tweed jacket, but she pressed on. Patty quickly caught up but Erin was to determined to let her in on where they were going. After about half an hour Patty and Erin collapsed against a fence. Erin pointed up to the apartment block that stood before them. She was panting and couldn't get her words out. Patty rested her hands on her knees and shook her head. Once she could control her breathing she stretched her back out and looked around her.

"Where are we?" Erin was still worse for wear. She winced and wheezed.

"Kevin." She managed to splutter out. Patty frowned and scoffed.

"You're such a creep Erin."

"What? He wrote his address down in the file."

"Abby`s file." Erin shrugged and began to climb the stairs. She buzzed for apartment four and was buzzed in. Patty and Erin ascended the stairs and knocked on Kevin`s door. Kevin answered, he was wearing jeans and a fedora. No shirt, he appeared to be slightly damp. His hair was dripping from the tips. Erin found herself wheezing again. Patty pushed her into the apartment and ordered Kevin to put on a shirt.

"I was bathing Mike." Kevin said defensively. Just then a small dog came running in, wearing a shower cap. Erin kicked herself into motion and looked at Kevin.

"Earlier when we went to see Holtz, you stayed at the firehouse. What did you do?"

"I stayed a while and then I left." Erin raised her eyebrows.

"Oh and a client came but I told them you were out, they said they would wait so I let them in." Patty clenched her fists but managed to remain calm.

"Who?" Kevin shook his head.

"Looked like a younger version of that guy that Holtz beat up." Erin turned to Patty.

"The son?" Patty nodded and then they were running again.