This is the chapter you've all been waiting for. The boho that the murderer is related to is revealed! Plus, it's very short! DUN, DUN, DUN!

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"Do you remember anything specific about the murderer?" Ed asked.

"I don't understand what you mean," Collins replied.

"He means was the guy wearing anything that you vividly remember?" Lennie explained.

"Well . . . he had a tattoo on his . . . left arm," Collins said.

"Of what?"

"I made out the letters 'D,' 'I,' 'E,' and 'G.' I think the last one was an 'O.' I'm not sure though."

"That's definitely something specific," Ed said. "He had to be pretty damn close to you if you saw that."

"Well . . . he put the knife to my neck when he threatened me."

"No wonder you were so freaked out earlier," Lennie said. "Anything else?"

"Well . . . his eyes were brown. Not too dark, but not too light either. Sort of like Angel's."

"His eyes were like mine?" Angel asked curiously. Collins nodded.

"His skin color was the same as yours too," he said.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to tell us that your lover is the murderer," Ed said.

"No! Angel wouldn't hurt a fly!"

"Then why do you keep comparing him-" Lennie started.

"'Her,'" Angel corrected him.

"-to the murderer?" Lennie finished, ignoring Angel's comment.

"The guy was Hispanic," Collins said.

"And he looks like Angel?" Ed asked.

"No. His eyes and skin color are like Angel's. He looks more like . . . Mimi. Even though if you didn't know her, you'd swear she and Angel were brother and sister." Angel gave her boyfriend a look. "I meant sisters. Sorry Ang."

"Okay, you're bringing too many people into this," Lennie said. "Who's Mimi?"

"The only other Hispanic person Joanne brought here," Angel answered.

"If she was a man, she'd look exactly like the murderer," Collins said. Lennie and Ed looked at each other.

"Do you have a picture of this Mimi person?" Ed asked.

"Sure do," Angel told him, reaching into her purse. "We always take pictures together." She handed the picture to Ed.

"You think our geeks could show us how this lovely lady would look as a man?" Lennie asked Ed, looking at the picture.

"Without a doubt," Ed said, looking at the picture as well. He then looked at Collins. "Thank you for your help."

"I'm done?" Collins asked.

"Until we make an arrest, yes," Lennie said. Angel and Collins stood up and left the room, hand in hand. Collins collasped in the first chair he saw and started crying again.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Angel asked as her lover put his head in his hands.

"He's gonna kill me," Collins sobbed.

"No he won't. Joanne promised she'd get someone to protect you." Angel lifted Collins' head, wiped his tears away, and looked into his eyes. "Everything's gonna be okay, sweetie. Alright?" Collins nodded and Angel kissed him gently.

Three Days Later

"Honey, you have to eat something," Angel said. Collins was sitting in a chair at the kitchen table, staring into space. "Collins?"

"I'll throw up again," Collins said.

"Collins-" Angel was cut off by a loud knock at the door. She left the kitchen and opened it to see Ed and Lennie. "Hi detectives. Can I help you?"

"Is your boyfriend home?" Lennie asked. Angel nodded, went into the kitchen and came back holding Collins' hand.

"We need him to come with us to pick the murderer out of a line up," Ed said.

"No!" Collins exclaimed.

"Honey-" Angel tried.

"No!" Collins said again. "He'll know I'm the one that turned him in!"

"He won't know for sure," Ed told him.

"He'll assume it! And his assumption will be right! I knew I shouldn't have said anything!"

"You'll be safe," Lennie assured him. "Just trust us."

At the Precinct

"He won't be able to see you, Collins," Joanne told her friend. "You'll only be able to see him, okay?" Collins nodded as five Hispanic men walked into the room behind the one-way glass.

"Now all you have to do is pick one of them and hopefully he's the right guy," Lennie said. "Go ahead." Collins scanned the five people. They all had blank expressions on their faces, except for one, who seemed to be glaring at him. He immediately wished Angel and the rest of his friends were with him instead of in the other room.

"You sure they can't see me?" he asked.

"Positive," Ed said. "Just pick one."

"Though it's not your fault if you don't see him," a defense attorney told him. "I mean, they all look so scary don't they?"

"Stop trying to scare him to save your client," Joanne demanded. "Collins, go on." Collins took a deep breath.

"Him," he said, pointing to the man with the angry expression just as the lieutenant appeared to talk to Lennie.

"Well what do you know?" Ed said, turning toward the defense attorney. "He picked your client."

"Crap!" Lennie exclaimed.

"What is it?" Joanne asked. The rest of the bohemians filed into the room.

"Apparently, the one-way glass broke and has been replaced with tented glass."

"What does that mean?" Collins asked worriedly.

"It means, he can see us," Ed said. Collins began to feel light-headed.

"Holy shit!" Mimi exclaimed getting closer to the glass. "Diego!" Ed pulled her away from the glass.

"Don't go near that!" he told her.

"But that's my brother," Mimi said.

"Your brother?" Lennie asked. Collins took one last look at the glare he was receiving and passed out.

Oh no! What's gonna happen next? Only I know for sure.

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