Anna's POV

One day. We had one day to bring in Beyond or someone else was going to die. L seemed to be more on edge than usual, but that was to be expected. After all, each second that ticked by was time we were losing. Still… I couldn't shake the feeling he knew something I didn't.

"I spoke with the relatives of the other two victims last night while you were out." L informed me after he hung up with Misora. She should be on her way down to the second scene right now.

I wasn't surprised that L had looked into the other families. "And? What did they have to say?"

L shrugged lightly, "They have both hired Rue Ryuzaki to investigate the deaths of their loved ones as well." He paused, seemingly thinking this over. "I've just contacted Naomi on the matter."

I nodded before moving from my spot on the couch to where he was sitting at the coffee table, "Have you told her you know him yet?"

L cocked his head to the side and stared at me for a moment, "Why would I do that?"

"It might help if you gave her a little insight to B. If you told her you know him you could give her more information on him."

L didn't answer for a few moments, instead opting to push his chair back from the table before pulling himself back in. "No. I believe she can do this without my assistance."

"L…"I started, but let it drop. If we were honest, I wasn't in any position to push my ideas since the last one backfired. "Okay. It's up to you."

He looked me over for a moment and took one of my hands. "I know you're worried. You just need to trust me on this." He leaned in, starting to close the space between us when his phone began to ring. He pulled away from me and picked up the phone. "It's Misora."

I sit back, pulling away from him, expecting him to answer the phone. Instead he pulled me closer to him in my chair. The kiss was simple and sweet and over all too soon. "L?"

"She can wait. We have appointed times for a reason." He kissed me again.

I put a hand on his chest, stopping him from repeating the action for a third time, "What if it's important?"

He shrugged, "It's probably just a report." He intertwined his fingers with mine and smiled, "It can wait until later."

L's POV

I moved in to kiss Anna again when she got up and moved to the other side of the room suddenly. "There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about."

I sat up again. "What is it?" I placed an elbow on the table and rested my cheek in my palm.

Anna had moved to the other side of the room and seemed to be thinking. "How do you think he makes the locked room? Obviously he doesn't have a key or anything."

I leaned back in my chair and thought over her question for a moment. "I'm not sure. There could be a number of ways to do it I suppose. A needle and thread seems to be the most likely." I got up and ran a hand through my hair. "I think the better question is why he wanted to make a locked room."

Anna nodded, "I suppose you're right." Arms crossed, she moved over to where I was standing and sat atop the table. "Do you think it matters? Like it's some clue? Or is it just something to connect the murders?" She tugged on her ponytail, tightening it. "We still haven't found the link between the victims."

I leaned against the wall and frowned, "What if the connection is obvious? Also, to answer your question, I think the locked rooms are just show."

"What do you mean obvious?" She asked.

I shrugged, "Something so obviously similar that it's easily overlooked." I mused moving back to the table and looking over the file quickly.

"If you're trying to hint at something, please just say it."

"They're initials are very similar." I stated.

Anna snorted, "That's stupid. BB wouldn't actually pick that as the connection. It's too-"

"Obvious." I interrupted.

She stared at me and brushed it off, "There's one other thing."

"What?"

"There's no defense wounds on any of the victims. Not one. It's like they just gave up and let him kill them."

"He did drug them." I reminded. It wouldn't be too unusual for them to not fight back if they had been in a drug induced state, but something still didn't sit right with me about the situation.

Anna stared at me for a moment, biting her lower lip. "What do you know that I don't?"

I blinked twice, "I'm sorry?"

She shrugged, "I just feel like you're keeping something from me? What is it? Do you already know who the last victim will be?"

I bit the inside of my cheek, "Not exactly."

Her entire demeanor changed. She straightened her posture and crossed her arms over her chest. Her usually bright green eyes clouded over with annoyance, "What does that mean?"

I stuffed my hands into my pockets, "It means I have a theory."

"Do you want to share it?" She pushed.

"No."

"L…"

"What?"

"You're acting like a child."

I turned away from her and moved back to the couch. I had a strong feeling about who Beyond's final victim would be. Still, without the proper evidence to back it up telling Anna seemed pointless. If I was wrong, she would be upset over nothing and I didn't really know how to lessen the pain she would be feeling.

"L?" Anna's voice at such a close proximity made me jump. I turned to find she'd made her way over to the couch. She was leaning away from me, watching me carefully. "Just tell me."

I leaned back as well, studying her carefully. She was leaning into the arm of the couch, her dark blue tank top had ridden up, revealing about an inch of her stomach. Her legs were crossed, the tops of her high tops were hidden by her jeans.

I nodded to myself, still unsure of exactly how badly she would take my idea. "I think Beyond's next victim… may be himself."