The woman was quiet for another moment, then, in a quiet tone, "That man is dangerous." It sounded like a warning, delivered in a suddenly cold voice. She continued. "If you find him, you have to out him for what he is. He's a murderer, and he just gets away with it. Please, if I can help you find him, please make sure you drag him out into the light."

She had waited so long to see this man find justice. No one ever believed her. The police had questioned her like SHE had killed Josh. Luckily, she had enough evidence to prove otherwise. Maybe this time would be different.

She stepped aside to let Evie into the house. The home, once spotless, had fallen into disrepair. Laundry baskets full, dishes in the sink, the signs of depression hung in the air.

Barbara sat down on the couch and crossed her hands in her lap. "Can I get you anything?" She offered, her voice kind again, "I have bottled water in the fridge."