Officer Collins received the call from his counterpart in Stillcreek. He'd have liked to have said something along the lines of, 'I don't believe it' but his job was such that one never totally disbelieved anything. From believing victims, to considering the arrested pleas that they were innocent it helped to believe in the job. It helped review evidence more thoroughly. His mentor once told him, "In God We Trust, everyone else bring evidence." They were wise words because data and evidence was often irrefutable and trying to prove or disprove evidence often made a case stronger. "Okay," he said wearily putting down the phone. His intuition screamed that this wasn't right but procedure had to be followed. They had found a lead in the murder of Miss Brooklyn Jones. [hr] Mrs. Green was a neighbour who involved herself in everyone else's business. Living across from the street from Brooklyn and Sam she had of course been saddened by that tragedy involving the young couple and how sad it was for that poor boy raising a child on her own. This Tuesday evening she was busy keeping herself to herself when she noticed the arrival on the street. [hr] Sam was feeding Louis after another day at work. The library had been quieter and he had been slowly able to begin to resemble a life approaching normality, at least professionally. He was tired after a long day but at least Louis bookended the day the right way. His son was his rock, his grounding that had kept him clinging onto sanity in those first horrible weeks, that helped him every day with coping with the terror of what happened to them. Sam heard the knock at the door and wondered who would be calling at that hour. "Just a minute sweet pea," Sam said as he kissed Louis on the forehead as he left him in his high chair. Sam answered the door and Officer Collins was stood there with another officer looking gravely on. "Have you news? Have you found the car? Have you found who hit Brooklyn?" Sam asked, his voice agitated and excited at the possibility of movement with the case. "Can I come in for a minute Mr. Hanson?" asked Officer Collins. "Yes, of course you can," replied Sam. "What news do you have?" "Mr. Hanson. Do you have anybody that can look after your son? We need you to come to the station with us," the officer replied formally. Sam was confused. Why would he have to go to the station? Why couldn't they tell them here? What was the problem? "I can't come right now. My Mom is working and it's nearly Louis' bed time. Can this wait until tomorrow?" Sam asked, frustration showing in his voice. He really needed to know what the police had found but he could hardly leave his son alone. Weeks had passed and no news and now they were being ridiculous. The other officer spoke, "Mr. Hanson, if you cannot arrange childcare for your son Children's Services will look after him in the interim..." "What the FUCK!" shouted Sam. Why on earth would they want to put Louis into care. Where these men deranged? What the FUCK was going on! The officer moved towards Sam but Officer Collins intervened, only to say, "Call your lawyer son." [hr] [I] "~~~Stay there - don't say ANYTHING until Ella and I get there. Give the phone to me Sam, they can't do this now I'm engaged.~~~"[/I] Chad was furious on the phone. He knew exactly what the police were doing and things had taken a turn for the worse. "Ella!" he shouted to the kitchen where dinner was being prepared, "We need to go to Sam's now!" he called as he gathered his things. [hr] In the living room of Brooklyn and Sam the officer spoke firmly and clearly. Chad and Ella were present, tears streaming in disbelief down Ella's face. As the cold steel of the handcuffs wrapped around his wrists Sam heard those words which dragged his very soul to a pit in the deepest depths of the abyss. "Samuel Hanson. You are under arrest for the murder of Brooklyn Jones."