"Are you sure you don't want to run with us?" Will asked Paul once again.

Paul shook his head. "I would but I promised my dad I'd meet him for breakfast."

"OK," Will smiled warmly. "I'm really glad you two are getting so close."

"Me too," Paul agreed. Seeing Will's trusting smile, Paul felt a little bad.

'You're doing this for Will's own good,' Paul reminded himself.

"Are you going to come back over later?" Will questioned.

"I'll try to," Paul promised. "I think I'll sleep a lot better at night knowing you and Ari are safe."

"I sleep better with you here too," Will confessed. "Especially lately."

"Good," Paul smiled. He gave Will a deep kiss. "Make sure you're safe, please."

"I will," Will nodded. He looked over towards Ari trying to dress herself in her room. "Both of us."

"I'll see you in a little bit," Paul told Will. "Be safe."

As soon as Paul was out the door, Will opened his laptop. Will wasn't sure about this but he felt like he had no choice.

Will double-checked the photos he took of Clyde's file yesterday. Then, Will ran a trace. Phone records, bank statements, anything with a paper trail be it physical or electronic.

'I really hope I don't regret this,' Will thought. He got up to put on his running attire.

"Thanks for doing this," Paul told his father. "It means a lot."

"I've known that boy since before he was born," John revealed, hands on the steering wheel. "Besides, I know all about needing to keep your loved ones safe."

John glanced at Paul. He wanted to see if Paul would contradict him.

Paul nodded. "I just, I know he's doing his best but I don't want him taken by surprise. I can't have him taken by surprise," Paul stated.

The phrase 'loved one' kept floating through Paul's head. 'Not now. You can't think about that now.'

"The place you're taking me?" Paul questioned. "It's legit?"

"More or less," John smiled roguishly. "But it'll give you everything you need."

"Now," John said. "Besides this sudden brush with danger how have you been?"

"Great," Paul confessed. "I put in an offer on a condo at the new Riverfront."

"Those nice ones?" John whistled. "That's great, son."

"Yeah," Paul nodded. "Oh, and," Paul felt his face warm up. "I'm gonna shoot some new photos for the cologne. And I convinced everyone to let Will be in the pictures with me."

"Really?" John could scarcely believe it. "Will agreed to that?"

"I had to do some convincing," Paul admitted. "But he's the only one I'd be comfortable doing that kind of thing with."

"Sounds like you two are getting serious," John commented.

"Yeah," Paul smiled.

"If you don't mind me asking," John said. "What are you going to do when Sonny gets back to Salem?"

"Nothing," Paul confessed. "I'm not going to do a damn thing differently."

John nodded. "We're here," he announced.

John pulled the car into a long gravel drive in the middle of the woods.

'God, I hope Will doesn't kill me,' Paul thought.

Will ran until his lungs felt like they were going to burst. Each icy breath hurt. But his mind focused.

'What would make someone so angry they would do that to Zoe? What changed? Would Clyde really be capable of that? And why would he frame Chad?'

Will had no way of knowing what Clyde could do. Before he left Will took a look at his computer again. Clyde's financials didn't match up. How could Clyde donate that much money to the hospital? Clyde's bank account didn't reflect that kind of wealth.

'I need to retrace Paige's steps,' Will thought. 'See if there's any hint that Clyde and this serial killer are the same person.'

Will slowed down his pace until he was in a gentle jog, warming down.

"You OK, baby girl?" Will asked, starting to stretch.

"Yes," came Ari's muffled response.

Will had practically buried her in two blankets, a scarf, and mittens before they set out. He didn't want her getting cold even for a second.

"Good," Will nodded. He reached down into the basket of the stroller for his water. On the way back up, he almost cried out when he saw who was standing beside them.

"Apologies," Clyde Weston announced with a smile. "I didn't mean to scare you there."

"It's no problem," Will said. He could feel his heart pounding again. "You just surprised me."

"I know something about being surprised," Clyde responded.

Will blinked several times, keeping his face blank.

"I was rather surprised when I opened the newspaper the other day," Clyde began. "And saw your writing on the front page. Here I was, thinking you were all about magazines. I had no idea your journalism branched out so far."

"Oh," Will swallowed heavily. "Yeah, I got offered the position and I figured it was a great opportunity."

"I'm sure it is," Clyde nodded. "Lots of recognition, digging in deep to find the story. Must be dangerous though."

"Not really," Will said lips dry. "I just did a bit of research."

"Cleared your best friend too," Clyde's smile looked more like a sneer. "But these are dangerous times. Serial killer on the loose. You wouldn't want anything to happen to you or your beautiful little girl would you?"

Clyde smiled at Ari. "You know, I'm gonna be a granddaddy soon. I hope that baby is going to be half as cute as yours," Clyde told Will.

Will smiled weakly. "Thank you."

"I'd be careful, though, if I were you, son," Clyde told Will. "It's been what? Barely a year since your mama lost her husband. You wouldn't want to break her heart even more."

"You just keep your head up," Clyde ordered. "You're a smart boy. I'm sure you'll take care of yourself."

"Right," Will nodded. "I will."

"Congratulations on your new job," Clyde said. He lifted his hand in a wave and walked past Will.

'Right,' Will exhaled slowly. 'Time to go home.'

"I wanna go taycare," Ari whined and stomped her feet. "See friends."

"Daycare," Will repeated. "And I don't know. Daddy wants you with him today."

"See friends," Ari stuck out her lower lip. "Please, daddy. I need my friend."

Will couldn't resist the pout. "OK. You can go today."

'They have strict security measures,' Will told himself. 'And I'm the only one that can pick her up. She'll be perfectly fine.'

"Are you sure this is going to be enough?" Paul asked the man his father introduced him to.

"State of the art home security," the man responded. "And you can't even see the cameras. Just stick them wherever you want them. It sends everything directly to your phone. You can watch anything at any time."

"Right," Paul nodded. "What else have you got?"

"If you're interested in keeping an eye on anyone in particular," the man explained. "You can always use this."

He held out a tiny little tracking device. "Stick it to their car or their phone and you can track them anywhere they go."

"Now," the man continued. "If you're looking for protection," he gestured for Paul and John to follow him. "I have a wide arrangement for you to choose from."

Paul nervously took in row after row of weapons.

John put his hand on Paul's shoulder. "We can take a trip to the firing range next."

"OK," Paul agreed. 'OK.'

"Have fun, baby," Will kneeled down in front of Ari. "And I love you, OK? Daddy loves you."

"Love you," Ari responded. She wrinkled her nose when he started kissing her repeatedly.

"Get going," Will nodded.

'Please be OK,' Will thought as he left. 'Please.'

As Will tried to leave the building he kept getting stopped by fellow Chronicle employees. Everyone congratulated him on his articles and assisting the police department. People he had never met or seen before patted him on the back.

When he finally left the building everywhere he looked people were holding newspapers in their hands. Some had their tablets opened to Will's articles.

'Everyone knows I helped. Whoever the killer is knows I helped,' Will realized.

Will walked through the town square and became singularly focused. 'Trace Paige's steps. See if Clyde was involved. Get this thing figured out before something bad happens.'

"Will," a voice called out. "Will!"

Will jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, eyes wide. Will breathed a sigh of relief when he saw who it was.

"Geez, man," Ben laughed. "Jumpy much?"

Ben had his arm around Abigail's waist. His hand rested possessively on her rounded stomach.

"Sorry," Will shook his head. "Focused," he said.

'Too focused,' Will scolded himself. 'I need to be aware of my surroundings.'

"I called your name," Abigail explained. "What's with you?"

"A lot on my mind," Will responded.

"I should think so," Abigail beamed. "I can't believe you proved Chad was innocent!"

Will looked at his cousin curiously. "How do you know I did that? All I reported in the paper was that security footage proved it."

Abigail blinked owlishly. "Uh, well, I just assumed it was you since you've always been so good at computers."

'Yeah, right,' Will wanted to roll his eyes. 'At least try to be subtle.'

Ben looked between Abigail and Will carefully.

"Right," Will nodded. He caught Ben's eyes. 'I wonder what he knows about his dad. Does he know he deals drugs? Does he have any idea?'

"Where's Ari?" Abigail wondered.

"Daycare," Will answered. "Salem Chronicle offers it."

"What's that?" Will asked. He pointed towards a long scratch on Ben's arm. It looked fairly fresh.

"Oh," Ben covered up the mark. "Nothing. I cut it on a branch in the park yesterday."

"Looks painful," Will frowned.

"Ben," Abigail fretted. "Why didn't you say something? I can't believe I didn't notice."

'I think we all know why you didn't notice,' Will thought.

"I need to get to work," Will told them both. "It was nice talking to you though."

Will walked away from them both. He shivered slightly, almost as if something or someone was staring at him.

'You're getting paranoid, Horton,' Will closed his eyes.

"Adjust your stance," John ordered. "Loosen up your shoulders. Then try again."

Paul followed the instructions, gun held tightly in his grip. With a deep breath, Paul pulled the trigger. This time the bullet hit closer to the target.

"Better," John praised. "Just remember, in an emergency situation you aren't going to have time to aim."

"Then what's the point of this?" Paul questioned.

"We're doing this to get you comfortable," John explained. "To make sure the weight feels right, that you know what to do."

"Now, try again," John urged.

Paul took a deep breath, aimed, and pulled.

"God," Will groaned. "Why did Paige have to live in the busiest section on campus?"

Will had been sifting through security footage all morning. 'And I'm pretty sure I've seen every single student,' Will thought dryly. 'Although no sign of Chad, unsurprisingly.'

Getting an idea, Will began checking something else. Will didn't live in the same dorm as Paige. He lived in one on the other side of campus. But he had gone to a few study sessions inside Paige's building.

'And to get inside,' Will remembered. 'I had to swipe my student ID to get in.'

'OK,' Will found a list of information for every ID swiped that day. 'Either the killer waited for someone to open the door and followed. Or he got inside on his own.'

Will checked his notes to see Paige's time of death. He narrowed the list of students down to within that time frame. He tried to see if there were any overlaps. If anyone was at TBD the same time as Serena and was also inside the dorm.

Will paused.

'Oh,' Will inhaled. 'There's one name. But that can't be right. Ben's not a serial killer.'

Will remembered the cut on Ben's arm. The look on Ben's face when Abigail revealed she knew Will helped Chad.

'He hates Chad,' Will recalled. 'But enough to brutally kill five women just to frame him?'

'Maybe,' Will thought. 'Maybe.'

He turned back to the laptop. 'If only the dorm had some security footage on the inside,' Will shook his head. 'This would be so much easier.'

'Wait,' Will paused. 'Maybe there's a way to get inside the dorm after all.'

Will pulled up the university's Facebook page. He went through the photo gallery. Will knew there was a promotion on campus. Students that tagged themselves studying were entered into a drawing for free tuition for a year. Everyone had been going crazy posting pictures.

Will had to go through hundreds of photos until he got to the right date. 'OK, right day, now I have to see if I can find any in Paige's dorm.'

By luck, Will did it.

'Oh god,' Will's eyes widened. His heart started beating out of his chest.

There was a photo inside the dorm. Three students were sitting on the couches on the main level near the entrance. The students were dramatically draped across the table in exhaustion. In the background was a male figure in all black. A male figure similar to the one that killed Serena and Zoe. A male figure whose face was on display. A male figure that was clearly Ben Weston.

Will stood up from his laptop.

'Oh god,' he thought. 'This can't be happening.'

Will moved over to the kitchen to get a drink of water. 'There has to be some other explanation. It can't be Ben. Ben's a nice guy. Ben's marrying my cousin. He's going to be a…a father,' Will's thoughts trailed off.

'The first death was around the time Abigail found out the paternity of her baby,' Will realized. 'If Ben figured out Abigail didn't know who the father was maybe he snapped.'

'And what about Clyde,' Will reminded himself. 'Are they in this together? Why did Clyde talk to me this morning about my work? Why did he mention EJ? Or my mom?'

Will gulped down some water.

'How could it be Ben? I play basketball with him. I just talked to him. It can't be Ben. Maybe he was just at the dorm. Maybe he was going to study. It might not mean anything,' Will tried to convince himself. 'It might not be him.'

Will moved back to the security footage outside the dorm. He wait a few seconds and saw Ben casually walking out of the building. His hands were in his pockets, looking perfectly content.

'How can it be Ben?' Will wondered.

'Focus on Clyde,' Will ordered himself. 'Just focus on Clyde. Leave Ben alone for now and focus on Clyde.'

John and Paul were back in the car.

"I think you're doing the right thing," John told Paul. "Protecting Will and Arianna. It's the right move."

"I don't know if Will is going to see it that way," Paul confessed. He looked in the backseat and saw the black case the gun was resting in.

"Is there somewhere in town that sells gun safes?" Paul questioned. "I don't want Ari getting her hands on it."

"Good idea," John confirmed. "I know somewhere we can go."

Will was lying on the couch with his arm over his eyes. His head felt like it was going to split in two.

'Clyde is a drug dealer. Ben might be a serial killer. I can't believe this,' Will squeezed his fists together.

'Why did Clyde mention EJ or my mom?' Will thought. 'Why bring that up? Unless he was threatening to shoot me like that druggie shot E…J…'

Will sat up straight.

'Oh my god,' Will thought. 'Oh my god.'

Will started waving his hands around nervously. He didn't know what to do. Where to check.

'Oh my god,' Will started breathing heavily. 'Why would a druggie kill EJ? How could a druggie kill EJ? He's EJ for god's sakes. Everyone in this town knew better. But Clyde isn't from this town.'

'The druggie might have shot EJ but it wasn't his idea,' Will knew it. 'Now I need to prove it.'

An hour later, Will could.

Will knew the police checked over EJ's phone records. It was standard procedure.

'But I don't think the police had his second number,' Will thought. 'But I do.'

One of the many things Will learned while interning for EJ was the man had contingency plans. One of those was a phone number under a pseudonym. A phone that EJ only used for less than legal proceedings.

Will checked over the call log from over a year old. October 13, 2014.

'And there's the call,' Will thought. He saw an unfamiliar number on the list near the time of EJ's death.

A quick search showed that the phone was a burner and it was still active.

'Someone's still using it,' Will realized. 'Now how do I prove it belongs to Clyde?'

Remembering the file on Clyde from yesterday, Will knew there was someone that might be able to help him.

Will grabbed his phone. He found a contact and pushed dial.

"JJ?" Will asked when his cousin answered.

"Hey, Will. What's up?" JJ wondered tone subdued.

"I have a question for you. Don't ask how I got this or what it's for. Just a simple yes or no," Will confided in JJ.

"Uh," JJ frowned. "OK."

Will rattled off the number he saw on EJ's call log. "Is that Clyde Weston's number?" Will asked.

JJ froze. "…Yes," he responded.

"OK," Will exhaled slowly. "OK, thank you."

"Will," JJ started. "What-?"

"You'll find out soon," Will said. "Bye, JJ."

'Son of a bitch,' Will thought. 'Clyde had EJ killed.'

'Clyde took out the heir of this town's most powerful man,' Will realized. 'I wonder why he didn't go after Vict-oh.'

'He did,' Will swallowed. He recalled seeing Sonny in the hospital. Praying in the chapel, begging for Sonny to be OK.

'And it was Clyde. Everything was Clyde,' Will frowned.

'Well,' Will bit the inside of his cheek. 'Almost everything.'

Will went back to Clyde's financial records that he pulled up that morning. Will needed to know where Clyde was yesterday during Zoe's murder.

'12:03pm, withdrawal, First Bank of Salem,' Will read. 'ATM.'

'One way to find out,' Will mused.

It took a few minutes but Will had it. A photo of Clyde at the ATM in the square.

'Clyde didn't kill Zoe,' Will realized.

Will's hand reached for his phone. Just as he went to grab it, his phone began to buzz. Seeing Ari's daycare was calling Will quickly answered.

"Hello?" Will asked.

"Mr. Horton?" a panicked woman answered. "This is Judith Zavala at the Chronicle Daycare. I think you need to get here right away."

"What happened?" Will demanded. He was up and out of the door within seconds. He barely thought to grab his jacket. He only stopped to lock his front door.

"Someone," Judith took a deep breath. "Someone was just here trying to pick up your daughter."

"Where is she?" Will demanded. He ran the entire way. Clyde's threat from that morning running through his head. 'You wouldn't want anything to happen to you or your beautiful little girl would you?'

"She's fine," Judith, the daycare employee explained. "She doesn't know anything happened."

Will looked over and saw Ari happily playing with two other girls.

He closed his eyes, sighing in relief.

"What happened?" he asked the woman.

"This man," Judith shook her head. "He came in saying that you told him to pick up Arianna. I told him there was no way I was letting him take her. You know as well as anyone that you have to fill out the proper paperwork to authorize any pickups."

"Then what?" Will demanded. He was still staring at Ari.

"He got upset," Judith explained. "I told him to leave or I would call security. He ran off when I picked up the phone."

"Did you recognize him?" Will asked. "Did he have an accent? Anything distinguishable?"

"Not much of an accent," Judith offered. "He was pretty young, handsome. He had a hat on and the hood of his jacket pulled up too. He made sure to keep his face away from the cameras."

Will held onto the counter in front of him.

'I told Abby and Ben Ari was in daycare,' Will remembered. 'Ben knew she was here.'

"I wanna take her now," Will told the woman. "Thank you but I need to go home."

"Of course," Judith smiled understandingly. "I filed a report just to make sure it doesn't happen again. Now, is there anyone you need me to call? You look a bit pale."

"Yeah," Will licked his lips. "There's someone I need."

"Hello?" Paul answered. He didn't recognize the number calling.

"Paul," Will whispered. "I, um, can, can you come pick me up?"

"What's wrong?" Paul demanded. He glanced over at his father in concern. "Will?"

"S-someone tried to take Ari from daycare," Will revealed. "And I really need you to come get us both, right now."

"Don't move," Paul ordered. "I'll be right there."

"Get to the newspaper," Paul barked at his father.

"What's going on?" John questioned. He immediately floored it.

"Exactly what I was afraid of," Paul answered.

"Hey," Paul called, getting Will's attention. He ran over to Will and Ari.

"Paul," Will was holding Ari tightly in his arms.

"It's OK," Paul ran over to the two of them. He kissed the top of Will's head. "It's OK."

"Take us home," Will requested.

Paul gazed into Will's wide, frightened eyes.

"Yeah, come on, baby," Paul put his hand on Will's back. "I've got you both."

Will locked the deadbolt on the door once they were all inside. Then he put the chain across the top.

He took a few moments to ground himself. He didn't want to worry Ari.

"Daddy," Ari started squirming. "Potty."

"Go," Will snapped out of his funk. He didn't have time to worry right now. Right now he had to be a dad. "Potty, go, go, run."

Will and Ari both ran to the bathroom. They barely made it in time.

Paul smiled at them both when they came back from the bathroom.

"I go in potty," Ari proudly announced.

"Of course you did," Paul replied. "Hey, Ari, do you want to go play in your room?"

"Hmm, OK," Ari decided. She skipped off into her room.

"Come here," Paul held out his arms.

Will practically fell into Paul. Will whispered, "When they called me I thought…"

"I know," Paul squeezed Will tightly. "I know. It's OK now."

"I don't want anything happening to her," Will confessed.

"Me either," Paul took a deep breath. "That's why I got a few things in case something like this happened."

"What do you mean?" Will moved to look at Paul.

Paul guided Will to the couch and the box he brought inside.

"I went with my dad to pick up some things for us," Paul told Will gently. "To help keep you and Ari safe. He's going to bring over the last thing. I was going to get it for us but when you called I couldn't."

"What are you talking about? What did you get?" Will asked.

"Last night, when you said that Clyde was involved with drug trafficking and that the serial killer was getting more violent," Paul shook his head. "It really freaked me out. And now this thing with Ari. I have to make sure I've done everything I can to keep you safe."

"So," Paul let go of Will and opened the box. "I got some surveillance equipment."

Will peered into the box. He saw a bunch of wires and strange looking devices.

"Look," Paul pulled out one of the tiny cameras. "You can install this wherever you want and it's not so obvious. I was thinking we could put them outside your door here. And it shows up on your phone. So you can see if anyone is out there."

"OK," Will nodded. "What's this?" Will picked out a tiny black box.

"Um, I'm not sure if you'll like this one but," Paul opened the tiny box. "It's a tracking device."

"You want to track me?" Will frowned.

"Not, not because I don't trust you," Paul rushed to explain. "But because if something happened to you I could pull up another app and follow you. And I'd only do it if you were missing. I wouldn't do it to check up on you. I promise."

"I-I guess it's OK," Will decided. "At least you asked me first."

"Of course, I asked first," Paul shook his head. "I'm not that much of a stalker."

Will smiled weakly. "You seriously asked your dad to find this stuff?"

"I had to," Paul answered. "You're getting involved in something dangerous. Whoever is killing these women tried to pin it on Chad. What could he do to you for getting in the way?"

"I'm not taking that chance," Paul promised Will.

"Thank you," Will said. He was a bit taken aback by how protective Paul was.

"There's one more thing," Paul told Will.

At that moment, Paul's phone began to ring. After a quick phone call, Paul hung up. "That's my dad. I'll be right back. Don't let me back in until you ask who it is."

With that, Paul unlocked the door and left.

"Thanks for getting this," Paul said as he took the heavy item from his father.

"Of course," John nodded. "You just let me know if you need any help. If nothing else I can talk to a few ISA agents. See about protective detail."

"Could you look into it?" Paul requested. "It might be a long shot but I'd feel better knowing."

"Sure," John confirmed.

Will waited by the front door nervously. He hated this situation.

'Why did I take this assignment? Why couldn't I have just reported like a normal person? Oh no, I had to dive in head first. This is why bad things happen to you. Because you don't think before you do anything,' Will reprimanded himself.

He jumped when someone knocked on the door.

"Who," Will sighed, "Who is it?"

"It's me," Paul answered. "Can you get the door? This thing is heavy."

Will opened the door and frowned. Paul had a large rectangular black box in his hands.

"What the hell is that?" Will demanded. He recognized the item right away. "Why did you bring that in here?"

"It's the last thing I bought," Paul explained. He put the heavy container down.

Paul made sure Ari was still playing in her room. Then, he pushed in the numbers to the combination to safely unlock the gun.

"Paul, what the hell?" Will asked. "I don't want that in here."

"Just think about it," Paul urged. "It would make me feel better if it was here."

"Oh my god," Will pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why do I get involved with men that bring home guns?"

"What?" Paul frowned.

"First Sonny, now you," Will groaned. "At least you bought a safe but I don't want that thing near Ari."

"When did Sonny have a gun?" Paul frowned.

"He thought about killing Gabi's ex-husband," Will said dismissively. "He didn't. That's not the point, Paul."

Paul shook his head, clearing it.

"Right," Paul nodded. "I know. Just, please, until this whole thing blows over."

"I am fine with the cameras," Will crossed his arms, slumping on the couch. "And the tracking thing but that," Will pointed at the gun, "Scares me. Do you even know how to use that?"

"I learned today," Paul defended.

"Great," Will closed his eyes.

"Hey," Paul locked the gun up. "I know it's scary but I'm not going to let anything happen, to you or Ari. Neither of us are going to let anything happen."

Will opened his eyes when Paul gently touched his face.

"Just until the serial killer is caught," Paul promised. "Then I'll get rid of it."

"OK," Will agreed. "Just, just make sure Ari can't reach it."

"Thank you," Paul smiled and kissed Will. "Now, let's work on dinner. Do something nice and normal."

"Wait," Will grabbed Paul's wrist when he tried to stand up. "I think I found a way to put Clyde behind bars. And maybe who the serial killer is too."

Paul sat back down, mouth open. "Will," he began only to get cut off.

"Daddy," Ari announced, coming into the room. "I'm so hungry," she rubbed her belly pitifully.

"OK," Will told her. "Let's get started on dinner."

"Will," Paul said again.

"Later," Will promised. "Not in front of her," he whispered.

Paul nodded and followed them into the tiny kitchen.

Will was clearing their plates while Paul was wiping up Ari's messy face.

"How do you always get dinner everywhere?" Paul wondered with a smile.

"I messy," Ari told him, grinning.

"That's for sure," Will agreed.

"What should we do now?" Will asked Ari.

Someone began pounding on the door, calling out Will's name.

Will and Paul stared at each other. Ari jumped in alarm.

"Take Ari into her room," Paul ordered. He marched over to the gun safe and put in the combination.

"Paul," Will whispered. "What are you doing?"

"Just do it," Paul demanded.

"Come here, baby," Will picked up Ari. "Let's go into your room for a little bit."

"Daddy," Ari clutched to Will's shirt.

"It's OK," Will closed her door behind him and locked it.

Someone pounded again.

'Why didn't I install those stupid cameras?' Paul groaned. 'Idiot.'

"Who is it?" Paul called. He held the gun behind his back, taking off the safety.

"It's Rafe," a voice called through the door.

Paul kept the chain on the door but opened it. Sure enough, there was Rafe. With a sigh of relief, Paul closed the door and took off the chain. He let Rafe inside.

"Will, it's OK," Paul announced. He put the safety on the gun and put it back into the safe quickly.

"My Rafe," Ari cried happily when she saw her uncle.

"Hey, kiddo," Rafe smiled and lifted her into his arms. "How's my favorite girl?"

"Good," Ari nodded. "Scare me though," she frowned at him.

"Sorry about that," Rafe said. He put her back on the floor.

"Why don't you go get the pictures you drew?" Will suggested to Ari. "I bet Uncle Rafe wants to see them."

Rafe waited until Ari left the room before talking. "What's with the gun?"

"Paul's idea," Will said.

"I'm not taking any chances here," Paul explained.

"Good," Rafe sighed. "Will, something happened."

"Was someone else killed?" Will gasped. 'I should have told Rafe about my suspicions about Ben. This is my fault.'

"No," Rafe shook his head. "That's not it."

Rafe sat down on the couch and exhaled. "The station got a call tonight. A beak-in was reported at your old apartment."

"What?" Will whispered.

Paul put his arm around Will protectively. "What happened?" Paul demanded.

"Whoever it was must have been looking for you," Rafe explained. "The door was busted in and the place was trashed. Blinds slashed. Kitchen cabinets pulled off the wall."

"Oh, god," Will mumbled.

"You don't know how glad I was to hear you moved," Rafe said. "I called your mom on a hunch and she said you'd be here."

"Did you tell him what happened earlier?" Paul wondered. "Will?"

"I-I was going to," Will defended. He looked at Rafe. "Someone tried to pick up Ari from daycare."

"What?" Rafe sat up straighter. "What do you mean?"

"They called me," Will said. "Said someone came in saying I gave him permission to take her. Obviously they wouldn't let him in or give her to him."

"Damnit," Rafe closed his eyes. "Did you check the security tapes yet?"

"I haven't had time," Will admitted. "I rushed straight home and I got talking with Paul."

"Oh," Will almost forgot. "I have something on Clyde."

"Will," Rafe groaned. "I told you to-,"

"I know about the drugs," Will cut Rafe off. "And he found me this morning. Something he said got to me."

"What did he say?" Rafe asked. He adjusted on the couch, focused.

"Why didn't you tell me this?" Paul questioned.

"He said I should be careful. That I shouldn't break my mother's heart any more after what happened with EJ," Will repeated. "But why would Clyde remember that? Remember that it's been over a year. It's not like Clyde really knew EJ."

"Then I remembered that EJ was allegedly killed by some random junkie," Will continued. "But that, that doesn't make any sense. It never made sense. So, I did some digging."

"And?" Rafe held his breath.

"I think I can prove Clyde was behind it," Will told Rafe. "And I think I can prove Clyde was behind Sonny's stabbing too."

"Give me everything you've got," Rafe breathed. He stood up and ran his hands through his hair. "This is, god, Will this is huge."

"Only," Will bit his lip. "Clyde isn't the serial killer. He didn't kill those women."

"One thing at a time," Rafe nodded. "We'll figure out who is doing this. Who went to your apartment and who tried to get to Ari. But first, is there anywhere you can stay tonight?"

"Yeah," Paul answered for Will. "They can stay with me."

"Paul," Will pointed out. "You haven't moved into your condo yet."

"I don't care," Paul shook his head. "I don't care. You two can stay at the hotel with me. We'll make it work. I'm not letting anything happen to either of you."

"OK," Will agreed.

Will grabbed a flashdrive and handed it over to Rafe. "Everything I have on Clyde," he told Rafe. "If you follow the burner phone you should be able to find Clyde. I think it should be more than enough to get an arrest. Even Justin shouldn't be able to screw this up."

Rafe chuckled appreciatively.

As soon as Rafe left, Paul called the hotel and demanded they send up a rollaway bed.

Ari, arms full of several weeks' worth of drawings, pouted when she saw Rafe was gone.

"Why I bring this if he leave?" Ari complained.

"Sorry, baby," Will said. "Maybe next time. Now come on," Will helped her back into her room. "We're gonna have a sleep over at Paul's hotel tonight."

"Oooh," Ari tossed her papers on the floor. "I can bring princesses."

Later, Ari was snoring softly on the rollaway bed.

Will and Paul both watched her. The two were nestled together on Paul's bed.

"I want this to be over," Will whispered. "Why did I get involved in this?"

"I know," Paul nodded. "It will be soon. The police will arrest Clyde. They can figure out who the serial killer is. You don't have to do this anymore."

"Paul," Will confessed. "I'm pretty sure I know who it is."

"Right," Paul almost forgot. "That's what you said. Who is it?"

"It's just a theory right now," Will reminded Paul. "But I can place him at TBD the night of Serena's murder. And I found a picture of him inside the dorm Paige lived in. And I bet if I look he'll be working at the club the night Rene died and at the same time Chad and I argued with Daphne in the alley."

"Also," Will bit his lip. "I told him Ari was going to be at daycare all day."

"Will," Paul tightened his hold on Will's waist. "Who is it?"

"I think it's Ben," Will replied.

It took Paul a moment to place Ben. 'Hot guy engaged to Will's cousin,' Paul recalled. 'Uh oh.'

"How close are you to proving it's him?" Paul wondered.

"I haven't gone over the footage for Rene or Daphne," Will said. "I might not have to though."

"What do you mean?" Paul asked.

"He has this long cut on his arm," Will said. "I bet if I look at the footage from Zoe's murder I'll see exactly when he got it."

"Just," Paul swallowed. "Be careful. In the morning, I'll watch Ari. You work. And we'll figure out everything."

"OK," Will agreed. "And if I can't find anything I'll just take what I have to the police."

"One more day," Paul held Will's jaw. "One more day of this and then that's it."

"Yeah," Will nodded. "I promise."

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