The last police siren faded off into the distance. And it took way too long…at least for my anticipation.

I didn't have to sneak out of the sewers, at least. Just had to tell them I needed some air. I did it all the time.

The bakery was still covered with yellow tape that said "DO NOT ENTER", but yellow tape doesn't exactly offend me. So I simply pretended it didn't exist.

Before anyone could see, I quickly slipped into the front broken window. A chill ran up my shell as I looked around. The glass showcases had been broken, I had to pick through the glass so I wouldn't cut my foot open. Cakes and pastries were smashed and spread across the tiled floor. That's when I saw the main attraction.

Glass bowls were broken and smashed with huge puddles of blood surrounding it. The stench almost made me hurl. The blood was also splattered on the bright yellow wall. This was just like a horror or murder mystery movie. My heart sank. No one could have possibly survived this.

I glanced around the room, the stench still playing at my stomach. I couldn't leave any evidence I had been here. An open door left cracked open was at one end. Desperate for the stench to leave, I carefully and quickly walked over to it.

I shuddered; it reminded me of the black door at the orphan house that Cally lived behind.

I pushed the door open a little more. A staircase was there, just like at April's place. They probably lived up there…or had.

From the scene at the bakery and the tape outside, no one was most likely in here, which made it easier to get up there without being noticed. I wanted more information. Perhaps Cally wasn't a part of this.

I slipped silently up the stairs, just in case. Please don't be locked, I begged the door as I twisted the knob. It opened. I was almost afraid of what I would find. I looked inside. Nothing abnormal. A lamp had been left on, casting shadows across the den/kitchen. I saw one move, catching my sais in my hands, I twisted around. I grimaced, what an idiot. It was my shadow.

The only thing out of place was a coat closet with that was open, and everything that was in the floor was seeping out. It was almost as if someone had been drug out.

I looked in. Nothing odd, but the things in the floor were unevenly strewn about. Unless these people had serious organizing problems, someone was definitely drug out of here.

A hall opened up on the den side, which was a bit larger. A couch sat beside the large window with a side table and the lamp on it, and a TV had been left on a movie on pause. It looked to be "The Matrix." I was glad Mikey wasn't here. He loved that movie. I didn't think the people who were murdered were drug…I think they tricked them down there to their death. Something seemed familiar with that move…but I couldn't put my finger on it. Raph, back to the hall, I reminded myself. I walked into the first room on the left. Looked like someone's TV room, or used to be. CD's that used to be on shelves on the wall were now shoved to the floor. The TV and the stand that held it had been toppled over, and a green beanbag chair had been kicked to the far wall. Who ever fixed this place went all out. But I don't think the owners would like the makeover.

I glanced into the next room. They definitely went all out, as if to eliminate any clues… A mahogany desk had been turned over; leaving the organizers, pens, pencils, desk lamp, and papers to the floor. Tall, black book shelves that covered almost every side of the wall had been cleared of books, they lay scattered stretched out in every position among the desk belonging's.

Every clue eliminated, obviously everyone in here was gone….I was through in here. I felt sick too, the stench didn't want to leave me behind as bad as I did to it. I was ready to leave. No survivors, my mind echoed. Cally's dead. And you could have stopped it. You left her to her murder's mercy.

Thunk! I straightened up. Suddenly I was given the knowledge that I wasn't alone.

"Ay, you fool, don't make so much a racket!" A British voice hissed from the next room.

"Sorry…" Another one replied in a soft voice.

I couldn't afford a fight by myself…even though a fight was always ready if you were welcome. Leo would kill me with no mercy, and I seriously wasn't in the mood for another fight with him. Plus I wouldn't feel like it mentally or physically if I fought these guys. So I pressed myself to the wall as best I could with a shell, and took a quick glance. It was all I needed to find out that they were Purple Dragons.

So they were behind this! They were Cally's murders! Now it didn't matter what Leo or anyone else thought, these two had better be ready to travel. Out of their bodies.

"Why did Shredder want the girl's parents dead anyway?" The noisy one asked in a whisper, so softly that it was obvious that he didn't want to be yelled at again. I froze. Shredder? Big surprise, we usually found him linked to almost everything bad.

"So they wouldn't get in the way, you bloody fool!" The British one cursed.

"Why not the girl too?" So Cally wasn't dead! But Shredder was going to pay. What was up with him and tearing families apart?

"Shedder needs her," The British one answered simply. Needs Cally? For what? At least that told me where she was. Anything Shredder needs is with him.

I needed to get her back before Shredder did anything to her. I couldn't tell my family…neither could I do it alone. Casey! Casey was my friend. This is what friends are for! Right? We're both crazy and hot-headed. He's always wanted revenge on the Purple Dragons anyway, for killing his dad.

He would help me…I hoped. And he would keep my dirty little secret.