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"You reached him?" a voice asked.

The man turned and said, "Yes, I did as you requested. I told him to drop the case, return the girl, and cut contacts with Clarice."

"Excellent," the woman said. "How's the underling doing?"

"He's still stark raving mad, but he's on his way to the Martins' house right now," he said.

The woman nodded and said, "John Martin, 39, wife's name is Ellen, they have a girl named Sophia?"

"They're the ones," the man said.

She nodded and said, "People will continue to die until they're taken care of."

The man nodded and walked away.

*Over at the Martin Household*

"Johnny…I think I heard someone outside," Ellen Martin said to her husband.

He nodded and got up. He looked over and saw his daughter, Sophia walk into the room. Sophia looked at her father and said, "Daddy? I thought I heard somebody!"

Ellen picked Sophia up into her arms. John went over to the window and saw a man with a lighter. He turned around to scream, but it was too late. The home went up in flames. They raced out of their bedroom and raced down the steps. The fire blazed as they tried to get to the door. Sophia was crying, Ellen tried to calm her frantic child. The only thing John could think of was, "At least we'll die together, and Sophia won't be left alone."

He tried to get out through the front door, but there was no hope for them. He saw a broken window and took Sophia from Ellen. He dumped her outside of the window and told her to run. Sophia sobbed, "Daddy! Daddy! Mommy! MOMMY HE'S GOT A G—"

There was a loud bang, and John Martin lost consciousness. Ellen Martin saw her daughter, dead on the lawn. A person was standing above her screaming, "FORGIVE ME! FORGIVE ME LUCY! PLEASE LUCY FORGIVE ME!"

Ellen grabbed her husband's hand and let herself sink into the darkness. She sighed contentedly, at least she'd be with her daughter.

*Outside the house*

The man looked down at the crumpled child and cried. What had he done? He'd taken the life of a little girl…who looked so much like his sister. He cried bitterly and looked up at the sky.

"FORGIVE ME LUCY! FORGIVE ME BARBRA!" he yelled.

Across the street a man was standing by the window. He woke his sister and told her to dial 911. She took the house phone and called. He took out his cell phone and dialed another number.

"Hello…Dr. Reid? It's March. There's been another fire…and a little girl's been shot dead."