Double Jeopardy Chapter 8 (standard:mystery, 11008 words) [8/13] show all parts
Author: Sarah Spenser	Added: Aug 06 2005	Views/Reads: 2581/1990	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This takes place after Margery tells Connor she has news on Allison.

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knew she'd been crying. “Allison, how are you feeling?” “I'm better 
now. It was pretty tense there for a while. They thought they might 
have to induce labor.” “I'm glad everything turned out all right. We 
were all worried about you.” “I'm sorry.” “There's nothing to be sorry 
for, dear. Can I get you anything?” in some ways, Thelma reminded her 
of Marie. Beautiful sweet Marie, how she missed her. She wondered if 
her mother had brought Thelma into her life to fill that void. “No 
thanks, Thelma. I'm fine.” “Did Connor tell you that Ernie stopped by?” 
“No, he did?” “Yeah, and I can't say Connor was pleased. He blasted him 
about setting off that bomb in the courthouse.” “He did what?” “I was 
just as surprised as you are. Connor's never acted that way before.” “I 
know he suspects Ernie of a lot of things.” “Do you think he did it, 
Allison?” “I don't know, I doubt it.” “Does he work for Batano?” “I 
don't know, I don't think so. I think he used to at one time.” “Just be 
careful, Allison. You may be in over your head with this Grimson case.” 
“Don't worry, Thelma. I won't do anything to endanger myself or the 
baby.” “I know, dear. Well, I'm going to let you get some rest.” 
“Thanks for stopping by.” “You're welcome. Take care of yourself.” 
Thelma patted her hand as she left the room. Connor returned moments 
later. “How's Ethan?” “He's got a concussion but he's fine. He was 
asking for you.” “Can I see him?” she started to get out of bed, but 
Connor put a restraining hand on her shoulder. “Allie, honey you need 
to rest. I'll check tomorrow, I'm sure you can see him. The nurse said 
he's going to be fine. She was reluctant to give me the information at 
first. But when I explained what happened, she asked Ethan's wife and 
she relented.” “He saved us, Connor. I was helping Judge Pringle and 
the next thing I knew I was lying on the basement floor, and Ethan was 
holding my hand. I'm not sure what happened, but there I was, and we 
were trapped. He found his walky talky and was able to get word to 
Bryan.” “I know, that's how we found you. I owe him for that. I don't 
know what I would've done if ...” he couldn't finish that sentence. He 
looked away for a moment. “It's okay, my love. I'm here. The baby and I 
are fine, we're not going anywhere.” He kissed her lightly, she 
returned his affection with a gentle kiss of her own. “I think you 
should get some rest.” “Okay.” She was tired, and could use it. “I'll 
be back in the morning.” Connor said planting another kiss on her lips. 
“I love you.” “I love you too, Allie. You're the best thing in my 
life.” He took one last look at her as he exited her room. 

A few moments later, the intercom buzzed, alerting everyone that
visiting hours were just about over. As Connor headed to his car, he 
knew he was a lucky man. He could've very well lost Allie and the baby. 
But he couldn't shake the bad feeling he had about Ernie. Exhausted, he 
climbed in to bed at his parents house, he decided to put his 
suspicions aside and soon drifted off to sleep. 

Night brought an odd calm to the hospital. Although it wasn't a quiet
place, Allison felt oddly comforted by it. As she laid in bed, she 
thought about what Thelma had told her. Connor was acting erratic, and 
she knew he had suspicions about Ernie. But there was no way he 
could've set off that bomb. That was Chad's handiwork, she knew that 
she and the baby were very lucky. She remembered how frightened she was 
during the explosion. The labor pains and the debris falling on top of 
her and Ethan. Allison was grateful to be alive, and even more grateful 
that her baby had survived the ordeal. As she drifted off to sleep, she 
thanked God for her baby's survival and her safe return to Connor. 

As he entered her room, he thought about his mission. He knew what he
had to accomplish, and nothing would deter him from his goal. He looked 
at her for a moment, she was asleep, he thought back to Batano's last 
words and knew what he had to do. Not only did his life literally 
depend on it, but his wife and his child's as well. He stepped over to 
the bed and shook her. “Allison?” she stirred a little but didn't open 
her eyes. He shook her again harder this time. “Wake up, Allison.” He 
said menacingly. She looked at him sleepily and tried to focus. “What's 
wrong? Is it the baby? Who are you?” she said staring at his mask and 
thick dark glasses. “That's not important. What is important is that 
you listen to me very carefully.” He could see she was beginning to 
become frightened of him, and was enjoying his mind game. “Please don't 
hurt me!” “Oh, don't make me hurt you or that precious baby you're 
carrying!” “You get the hell out!” she reached for the call button, but 
he stopped her. He gripped her hands and pinned them under his own. 
“Don't even think about it! You listen to me you stop this 
investigation into Ernie Grimson's disappearance now! Forget about 
those other boys as well. They were probably drug addicts and got what 
they deserved!” “They were innocent and Batano used them in his sick 
game!” “So full of yourself! If you don't stop this investigation, you 
and your baby will be looking up at the ground from the other side!” he 
released her hands and exited her room. Allison quivered in fear, she 
didn't know what to do. She looked at the phone on the nightstand next 
to her. She picked it up and dialed. The phone rang several times 
before someone finally answered. “Hello?” Clint said sleepily. “Clint?” 
She said holding back a sob. “Allison?” “It's me. I'm sorry to wake 
you, Clint. But I need Connor to get down here right away!” “What's 
wrong, darling?” he was instantly awake and his mind raced, was it the 
baby? “I was threatened by some man in a mask and glasses.” “Are you 
all right? He didn't hurt you did he?” “No, I'm fine. Just rattled.” 
“I'll get Connor, you just hang on a second.” She heard him set the 
phone down, minutes later, she heard Connor's voice. “Allie? What's 
wrong? What happened?” “There was this man in a mask and thick dark 
glasses. When I woke up, he was standing by my bed. He told me that if 
I didn't stop the Grimson investigation, that he was going to kill me 
and the baby!” she began to sob. “Allison, calm down. I'll be right 
there.” “Please hurry.” “I will. Allie, I love you, sweetheart.” “I 
love you too, my love.” She hung up and waited on pins and needles for 
Connor. 

Connor had a hard time convincing the nurse to let him see Allison. He
explained the situation to her, but she was still unsympathetic. She 
looked at him and pointed to the sign. “Do you see what that sign 
says?” she inquired pointing to the sign that explained visiting hours. 
“Are you listening to me? My wife has just been threatened by some guy 
that you let into this hospital! She's pregnant and won't rest until 
she sees me. She's scared! She needs me!” Margery poked her head out of 
her office to see what all the commotion was about. “Connor, I heard 
about Allison. She and the baby look fine to me. I checked her over.” 
“Can I see her?” “Normally no, but make it quick.” “She called me, she 
was frantic!” “I don't blame her, I would be too.” Connor raced to 
Allison's room, he approached her bed quietly. “Allie?” she screamed 
and turned to face him. “It's me, sweetheart.” “Oh, Connor! I was so 
scared!” “Sweetheart, everything's going to be fine. I promise you.” 
“He told me that he would kill the baby and me too if I didn't stop the 
investigation. Oh, , Connor! What am I going to do? What do I do? How 
do I stop this? I don't even know who it was.” She handed him the pad 
of paper by her nightstand. On it, she had drawn a sketch of the man. 
“This is him?” “Yes.” She said softly. Connor reached out and took her 
hand. “Allie, it's going to be all right. I won't let anyone hurt you 
or our baby.” He kissed her gently. “Doesn't look like anyone I know.” 
Connor said looking at her drawing. “I don't recognize him either. But 
something seemed oddly familiar about him.” “What?” “I can't place it.” 
“I think you should get some rest, Allison. All this isn't good for you 
or the baby.” “I can't! every time I close my eyes, I see him! Standing 
here.” Connor kissed her gently. “How about I stay here until you fall 
asleep?” “That would help.” He gently brushed her tears away. “I  know 
you're scared, honey. But I promise you and the baby are going to be 
just fine.” “You're right, my love. I just have to keep believing 
that.” “I love you, Allison.” “I love you, Connor.” He held her hand 
until she finally drifted off to sleep. He placed a gentle kiss on her 
lips. “Good night, Allie.” He whispered softly before quietly getting 
up and  exiting the room. Margery was behind the nurses' desk perusing 
some files. “How is she?” she inquired when she saw Connor emerge. “She 
finally fell asleep. But she was freaked out.” “I know, we tried to 
calm her down and nothing worked.” “I don't know how good of a job I 
did either.” “Well, she's asleep, we couldn't accomplish that. She 
needs rest, Connor. All this stress is hard on her and the baby. It 
puts her at risk. Have you asked her to stop working?” “No, I haven't 
talked to her about it yet.” “Well, maybe you should.” 

The next day, Margery told Allison that she could go home. She was
overjoyed and called Connor. Before she left, she stopped by Ethan's 
room. He smiled when she entered, his wife Gladys was visiting. “I just 
had to come by and see how you were doing.” Allison said with a smile. 
“I'm fine, just a little bump on the head that's all. A concussion, 
thanks, Allison. You didn't have to save me.” “You didn't have to save 
me either. You're a good man, Ethan. Thank you so much for saving me 
and my baby.” “You're welcome. I don't believe you've met my wife. 
Gladys, this Is Allison.” “How do you do? I'm a big fan of your work!” 
Gladys said enthusiastically shaking Allison's hand. “Thank you very 
much. It's a pleasure to meet you. You have a wonderful husband in 
Ethan. He saved our lives.” “How are you feeling?” Ethan inquired. “I'm 
fine, thanks. The baby's fine too. I'll let you get back to your visit. 
But I just wanted to say thank you. If there's anything I can do, you 
just let me know.” She smiled at them and was gone. 

Connor arrived a short time later to pick her up. She was happy to get
back to Thelma and Clint's although she longed to fix up the new house. 
She sat on the couch contemplating what she was going to say to Doug. 
Connor showed the sketch that Allison drew to Bryan and Charlie. They 
both didn't recognize the man, but said they would canvas the area with 
flyers. Connor had a nagging feeling that this was about to get worse 
before it got better, he knew that this wasn't easy for Allison. She 
had to face Doug and tell him that her investigation was putting her 
life and the baby's life in danger. To make matters worse, Allison had 
already been asked to host a special weekly show Eye on Crime detailing 
the investigation into the Grimson case and the four other teenagers 
who were missing. The series had already been promoted on every 
channel, and touted as ground breaking and alluring by critics. 

Allison sat on the couch and thought about her career. How was she going
to tell Doug? This was a big opportunity and she knew she would never 
get a chance like this again. But at the same time, she had to know 
what happened to those four boys, Ernie was still a mystery, but at 
least he was alive. She found it odd that Ross and Monica were suddenly 
uninterested in knowing of their son's whereabouts. Thelma was in the 
kitchen preparing lunch, Allison had just been released from the 
hospital, and she wanted to do something nice for her. “What's on your 
agenda for this afternoon?” Thelma inquired cheerfully from the 
kitchen. “I'm not sure, working up the courage to face Doug. How am I 
going to tell him that I can't do this investigation?” “Simple, just 
like you told me.” Thelma said slicing an onion for the burgers she was 
fixing. “I can't! Eye on Crime has been touted as one of the biggest 
shows since News in the Lines.” That had been one of WFTR's premiere 
shows, until Abby Forester the outgoing newscaster who hosted it 
suddenly quit. They hired several replacements all with stellar 
qualifications, but the show flopped after a few weeks. Eye on Crime 
was sure to be a hit, all the critics loved it, and Allison had already 
shot the pilot for it. “Allison, think about yourself for a change, 
dear. Think about your new bundle of joy!” “I am but ...” “No buts, I 
don't want to hear it! You march in there on Monday and tell Doug.” 
“What if he wants me to resign? What if I lose my job? Connor surprised 
me with this house and ...” “Allison, don't worry. You'll get through 
this. Nothing is worth your life.” “I know that, Thelma. I'm just 
worried about money. I mean when we move into the new house, we're 
going to need furniture, dishes, silverware ...” Thelma emerged with 
the plates and a bag of chips. She set them on the dining room table 
and sat down. Allison joined her as she continued her thought. 
“Allison, don't worry. Connor will find a way to make this work.” 

By Sunday night, Allison was restless. She couldn't sleep, she kept
thinking about Doug and how she was going to approach him. She thought 
about her spot on Eye on Crime, most reporters would love to have a gig 
like that. She could be giving it up, but she knew that she would do 
anything to protect her baby. Nothing was worth losing the baby. Connor 
turned over and reached for her. She was pulled out of her thoughts 
when she heard her name. “Allie? What's wrong, darling? Can't sleep?” 
he said taking her in his arms. His touch comforted her and she reveled 
in his embrace. “No, I'm just thinking.” “About what?” “About Doug. How 
is he going to react to this, Connor? What if he fires me?” he kissed 
her passionately and tried not to laugh. “Allison, you're the best 
reporter WFTR ever had! Ratings are going crazy! He's not going to fire 
you.” “I really want to find out what happened to those teenagers, 
Connor. There are five families who don't know where  their sons are.” 
“Allison ...” “Think about that! Five families go to sleep every night 
and don't know where their children are.” She began to cry. “Shh, 
Allie, it's all right.” He kissed her gently and stroked her hair. 
“Connor, how can I give this up? I made a promise to myself that I 
would bring those boys home!” her tears came faster and Connor did his 
best to comfort her. He gently stroked her hair and whispered that 
everything was going to be all right. “Allie, it's not your fault, 
sweetheart. This isn't your battle to fight. Just lay it out for Doug 
and see what he says.” 

It took her a long time to fall back to sleep, nearly too hours. Connor
watched her carefully, he was worried even though he didn't say it. He 
couldn't fall back to sleep and watched the hands move on the clock. He 
had his own nightly demons. Something was bugging him about the man who 
threatened Allie. He was struck by her comment that he seemed oddly 
familiar. But what was familiar about him? The alarm sounded, Connor 
silenced it and glanced at Allison. She looked so peaceful and content. 
He hated to wake her, but he knew she had to tell Doug. Otherwise it 
would nag at her all day. He gently shook her. “Allison?” she opened 
her eyes a little and smiled at him. “Allie? Are you awake, sweetness?” 
he kissed her passionately exploring her mouth with his tongue. She 
smiled and returned his kiss with a steamy one of her own. “If I wasn't 
awake, I am now!” she laughed as he helped her out of bed. “Are you 
sure you want to go to work today? You didn't get much sleep last 
night.” Connor inquired as he turned on the coffee pot. “I'll be fine, 
my love. I'm just a little tired.” “Allie, don't worry. Doug's an 
understanding man.” “Yeah you're right.” 

Allison arrived early, she set her things in her little cubicle and
headed for Doug's office. The news room was silent, it was only 8 
O'clock, and they didn't start until 8-30. She knew Doug would be 
there, he always arrived early in order to prepare each reporter's 
daily assignment. She timidly knocked on his office door. Doug snapped 
to attention when he heard the knock and sat straighter in his chair. 
“Come in.” he bellowed. Allison pushed open the door and took a seat 
across from him. She fixed her lipstick and smiled at him. “Good 
morning, Doug.” “Good morning, Allison. How are you this morning? 
You're here early, is anything wrong?” “I have to talk to you.” “Is it 
the baby? Aren't you feeling well? Do you need time off?” “No, nothing 
like that.” “How are you feeling after the explosion?” “I'm doing much 
better. I went into false labor, and they thought they were going to 
have to deliver the baby, but thankfully the contractions stopped.” 
“How's Ethan Sayers? I know Judge Pringle is going to be hospitalized 
for a while.” “Ethan's fine, and I feel terrible about Judge Pringle.” 
“Yeah, that Batano's a sick man. I hope they catch him.” Me too.” “So, 
what did you want to talk to me about?” “Doug, ... this isn't easy for 
me. When I was in the hospital after the explosion, a man threatened 
me. He said that if I continued to investigate the Grimson case or any 
other case related to it, he would kill me and my baby.” “Oh, Allison! 
That's terrible!” he took her hand in his truly horrified. “Doug, I 
don't think I can host Eye on Crime.” “Allison that show was embraced 
by the critics! You know how picky they can be! You're a star!” “I 
won't put my baby's life at risk for a TV program!” “Allison, listen to 
what I'm about to say and then burn it into your memory! If you refuse 
to continue this investigation, you can resign!” “What?” “You heard 
me!” she was struck by Doug's sudden change in demeanor. Since Allison 
had started working there, WFTR's ratings had soared from below 
standard to outrank the big networks. It was rumored that Doug, once so 
nice and mild-mannered had become greedy and obsessed. But he had never 
been like this with her. “I don't think you understand, Mr. Stanton!” 
Allison said exasperated. “I didn't say that I wouldn't work here 
anymore, I love my job.” “I don't think you understand, Mrs. Cassidy! 
Either you do this show or you resign!” he motioned for her to go, 
Allison shakily got up and headed for the door. 

Monica Grimson was perusing her husband's old files. She was determined
to get the office straightened up. She had thought that Allison Shure 
would have called by now, but she surmised that there was no news to 
report. Allison hadn't found Ernie. Monica missed him, and even though 
they had their differences, she still loved him. Ross was a different 
story, he wasn't the well-respected man that he would like the citizens 
of Fallwood to believe. Now that he was running for governor, he had 
even more at stake. While she was rifling through his files, a ripped 
up piece of paper fluttered to the floor. Monica picked it up and 
scanned it. 

She tried to put the pieces back together. Once she laid them out on the
floor, she saw it. It was a crudely drawn map. Only two words were 
written on it. Buried here. What could that mean? What could be buried? 
Ernie? The other teens? Monica sat down in the easy chair to think. She 
thought about what Ross had been saying. He kept saying something about 
Allison, if she found him out he would have to kill her. But she could 
never understand what he meant, then it dawned on her, she thought back 
to a comment Ross had made earlier about his childhood friends Honcho 
and Red. She pulled out Ross's journal, for years, he had kept a 
journal, he said it was for the autobiography he would someday write. 
She flipped it open, her eyes landed on the last page. The entry was 
dated the previous day. Monica took a deep breath and read her 
husband's words. 

July 26, 2005 

Allison Shure is becoming a problem, more like a thorn in our sides. I
say this because my associate and Honcho my old buddy from childhood 
also feel this way. There are plans to eliminate Allison permanently. 
If only she could've stopped the investigation when I threw her out of 
my office that day. Damn Bryan Sutten, he had me arrested! He shall pay 
for that too. But first I need to focus on Allison. My plan is ... 

The entry stopped abruptly, Monica assumed that either someone had
walked in, or she had possibly called him. She thought about Honcho, 
who was Honcho? She thought of what the term meant. It meant someone in 
a position of power, a big wig as they say. Monica gasped as the 
realization dawned on her, Ross had also been getting strange calls 
from a man code named Signor Calmari. Monica knew what she had to do, 
she dialed WFTR and asked to be put through to Allison. 

Allison tried to regain her composure enough to answer the phone, she
wiped her eyes with a tissue and picked up the receiver. “Good morning, 
WFTR. Allison Shure speaking, may I help you?” “Allison, it's Monica 
Grimson. I need to see you right away. It's about my husband.” “Okay, I 
can drop by after work. Is that good?” “No, Allison! This is a matter 
of life and death literally!” “Okay, Monica calm down. Who's life are 
we talking about? Are you in danger? Did you hear from Ernie?” “I'm not 
talking about Ernie I'm talking about you! Your life is at stake!” 
“I'll be right there.” 

Monica set down the phone and sat on the couch to wait for Allison. Even
if this ended her marriage, she had to do it. She had to alert Allison 
that she was  in mortal danger. She never heard him enter, he snuck up 
behind her with catlike precision. Sensing an uneasiness, Monica 
turned. “No!” Monica turned and gazed in horror at the man standing 
before her. “If only you had listened, Monica!” “No ... I ...” she 
began to cry. “Stop it! You're never any good when I need you to keep 
quiet! You had to spill this secret too!” “You were going to kill 
Allison she's ...” “Stop!” Monica grabbed the first thing she could 
find and threw it. The man ducked as the china vase shattered on the 
floor. He slit her hand in the struggle, as blood began to drip, Monica 
fought viciously. She grabbed the phone to dial 911, but he ripped it 
from her hand and sent it sailing across the room. 

In an attempt to evade him, Monica tried to run into the study, but he
was too quick for her. He backed her into a corner and looked at the 
terror in her eyes. She sobbed and pleaded for her life, but his eyes 
were cold and uncaring. Then ever so carefully, he snapped her neck. 
She hadn't felt a thing, he dropped the knife and ransacked the house, 
he had to make it appear like a burglary. When he was satisfied, he 
left through the open window in the study. Allison arrived minutes 
later, her heart was pounding, the man who threatened her in the 
hospital entered her mind. His words rang in her ears. She rang the 
doorbell, but there was no answer. Thinking this was strange, she 
pounded, but still nothing. “Monica? It's Allison.” Nothing, she leaned 
against the door to get a view of inside and realized the door was 
open. She pushed it open and saw Monica's lifeless body sprawled out on 
the floor. “Oh my God! Monica!” she was about to feel for a pulse, when 
she realized that Monica was dead. Allison took out her cell and 
dialed. “911, what's your emergency?” “This is Allison Shure, I'm 
calling to report a break in. There's a murder too ...” “Slow down, 
ma'am, where are you?” “At 2656 Sunnyhill Drive. Monica and Ross 
Grimson's!” she tried to hold back tears as she spoke. “Are you hurt?” 
“No, but Monica Grimson is dead!” “We'll send the police right away.” 
Allison stayed on the line with the dispatcher until she heard sirens 
in the driveway. She was surprised to see Connor burst through the 
door. “Allie! What are you doing here?” “Monica called me she said I 
needed to get over here right away.” “Get her out of here.” Bryan 
Sutten said noticing the amount of blood on the floor. “Come on, 
sweetness let's take a walk.” Connor led her outside, as she descended 
the steps, Allison nearly fainted. “I got you. Come on sit down.” “Too 
much blood!” she said weakly. “Don't pass out on me, Allie. Just 
breathe and stay calm. Are you hurt? Did you see Monica's murder?” 
“There's too much blood, Connor!” she wasn't coherent, but who would be 
after finding a body? The scene inside the house was horrific, and even 
shocked some of the veteran officers. Connor took her hand and looked 
into her eyes. “Allie, sweetheart, are you hurt? Did you witness 
Monica's murder?” “No, I came over and she didn't answer the door. I 
leaned on it to see if anyone was inside and I noticed it was ajar. I 
went in and found her!” she began to sob. “Shh, Allison, it's all 
right. It's okay.” “Who could do such a thing?” “I don't know, but 
we're going to find out. Let me take you home.” “I ...” “No, Allie, you 
need to rest. You can't work today. Not after what you just witnessed.” 


Bryan stared down at Monica Grimson, she had been murdered in a gruesome
fashion. She had fought viciously for her life, probably until her last 
breath. The killer had rage built up within them and had slit her neck 
in an attempt to quell it. He walked around the crime scene, placing 
tape around it, and called the forensics team. When he emerged, Connor 
was holding Allison trying to comfort her. “Allison, I'm sorry to have 
to ask this, but I'm going to need you to come down to the station.” 
“Oh come on, Bryan!” “Connor, you know as well as I do, I have to take 
her statement. She was the last person to speak to Monica Grimson, and 
unfortunately the person that found her body.” “But ...” “I'll make 
this quick.” Allison rose unsteadily and headed to her car, she gasped 
when she saw the note on her windshield. Connor heard her scream and 
came running. “Look at that!” was all she could say. “What the hell is 
this?” Connor took the note and read it. It contained two words. You're 
next. 

Once at the station, Allison was escorted into a tiny room. Bryan sat
across from her and looked into her eyes. He could tell she was still 
in shock, and felt terrible about dragging her down here for 
questioning. “Here, drink this.” He said handing her a bottle of water. 
“Thank you, Bryan.” “I'm going to make this as quick as possible. Can 
you tell me what you saw when you entered the Grimson house?” “Monica 
was sprawled out ... she was dead! There was blood everywhere!” she 
began to sob, Bryan wished Connor was there to comfort her, but it was 
a conflict of interest. If it were up to him, he would've allowed 
Connor to stay with her, but Charlie was adamantly against it. “It's 
okay, Allison. Just go slow.” “She was dead, then I called 911 and you 
and Connor showed up.” “You didn't see the person who murdered Mrs. 
Grimson?” “No.” “When you got there, you said the door was ajar.” “I 
discovered it accidentally. I rang the bell and she didn't answer, I 
leaned on the door to  see if anyone was inside, and it opened.” 
Allison wrote her statement and then was asked to sign it. Just as they 
were finishing up, Charlie entered. “Allison, I understand you found 
Monica Grimson.” “Unfortunately, Chief.” “Did you take her statement?” 
he asked Bryan as he was perusing Allison's handwritten statement. 
“Yes, sir.” “May I go now?” Allison asked rising from her chair. “Not 
so fast. There's something that you didn't disclose In your statement.” 
Charlie said looking at her accusingly. “What?” she asked perplexed. 
“Chief, Allison really needs to get home, she needs rest ...” “But out, 
Bryan! Allison, isn't it true that you had a conversation with Monica 
Grimson minutes before her death?” “Yes, but ...” “What did you talk 
about? Was it over the phone?” “Yes, but ...” “Tell me, damn it!” 
Charlie said exasperated. He slammed his fist against the desk, causing 
Allison to jump. “She told me that my life was in danger, and she 
needed to see me right away.” “Really?” “Yes.” “And how could she know 
something like that? Is she working for Batano?” “I don't know.” “Is 
she working for anyone you've ticked off lately?” “Chief!” Bryan 
interjected. “Tell me, Allison! What's in it for you?” “Sir, I think 
you're way out of line here. We have Allison's statement.” “I think you 
need to mind your own damn business!” Allison didn't know what to say. 
“I'm telling you the truth, I don't know what she knew, she didn't tell 
me. When I arrived, she was dead!” Allison rose unsteadily. “Where are 
you going?” Charlie asked grabbing her arm. “I have to go to the 
ladies' room.” “Not so fast!” Allison wriggled to get away from him. 
“Let go of me!” She finally wriggled free and walked unsteadily towards 
the door. Just as she was about to open it, she fainted, landing with a 
thud against the door. 

Connor who was waiting outside, heard the thud and carefully opened the
door to the interrogation room. Bryan was kneeling beside Allison, 
while Charlie stood a few feet away. Connor's heart sank as he looked 
down at Allison who was lying motionless on the floor. “Allison? Can 
you hear me, sweetness? What did you do to her, Charlie?” “I didn't do 
anything to her! She fainted!” “No! you probably badgered her until the 
stress got to her! Call an ambulance!” Charlie grinned, thinking of how 
dramatic Connor was being. “Connor, she'll be fine, there's no need for 
all this drama!” Charlie shouted. “Listen to me, my pregnant wife's 
just fainted! Probably because of you! Now get her a damn ambulance! 
It's 92 degrees out and you have her in this sweat box!” Connor glanced 
over at Allison again. “Allison, wake up for me, sweetheart!” he placed 
a gentle hand on her forehead, she felt very warm. Bryan ran to a phone 
and dialed 911. Just as he hung up, Allison began to open her eyes. 
“Allison?” Connor said softly. She slowly opened her eyes and glanced 
around dazed. The whole room was spinning, and she wondered what had 
happened. “Allison? Are you okay?” Connor asked nervously. “Connor, 
what happened?” “You fainted, sweetheart. Bryan called an ambulance.” 
“I'll be all right, my love. Don't worry.” “I'd like to have you 
checked out anyway.” He said worriedly. Allison slowly sat up and 
looked at Charlie. She didn't say anything about what had transpired 
before she fainted, the whole room was still spinning, and she waited 
until the sensation stopped before she stood up. “You're really warm, 
honey. Let me get you some water.” Connor went to the vending machine 
and retrieved a cold bottle of water. When he returned, the ambulance 
arrived. “What happened?” one of the paramedics asked. “Allison 
fainted. Charlie was interrogating her and she fainted.” Bryan said. 
The paramedic came over to Allison and assessed her. “Anything we 
should know about? Are you allergic to any medications, Allison?” “I'm 
pregnant. Is the baby all right?” “We'll find out, just stay calm.” 
Connor followed the paramedics as they placed Allison on a stretcher 
and wheeled her out to the waiting ambulance. 

The paramedics hooked her to a fetal monitor, and were pretty sure the
baby was all right. But just to be sure, they took her to Fallwood 
General. Margery arrived immediately, and looked at Allison sternly. 
Most of the color had returned to her face, and she didn't look as 
ghostly pale anymore. “What happened?” Margery asked sitting beside 
Allison. “I found Monica Grimson, she was dead. Charlie interrogated me 
down at the station, and I guess it was all too much. I fainted, is the 
baby all right?” “Yes, I think so. I'll do an ultrasound just to be 
sure.” 

An hour later, Connor and Allison were on their way home. Margery had
thoroughly checked Allison over, and reassured her that the baby was 
perfectly fine. “You need to rest, darling. You've had a tough day.” 
“I'm okay, Connor, really.” “I know that, I just want you to take care 
of yourself.” “I never told you what happened with Doug.” She said 
changing into her robe and climbing into bed. “What happened?” Connor 
asked sitting on the edge of the bed. He gently took her hand while she 
told him the story. “I told him about the man in the hospital who 
threatened me. I also told him that I couldn't continue to host Eye on 
Crime. He went ballistic! He told me that if I didn't do Eye on Crime I 
could resign.” “That's terrible, he can't do that to you! You're their 
star reporter!” “Yes he can. I might not have a job! And then how are 
we going to move? How are we going to pay for the furniture? How are we 
going to afford the new house? How ...” Connor kissed her to silence 
her. “Allie, stop worrying. We'll figure it all out.” “I know, it's 
just ... I won't put our child's life in danger for a program. But I 
was excited that I had such a coveted spot.” “Allie, I think you need 
to rest, honey. Focus on that for now, I'll call Doug and explain it to 
him.” “What makes you think that you can get through to him?” “It's 
worth a try.” “You're right.” “Just rest, sweetness. Leave everything 
to me.” He kissed her again, long and deep. She returned his affection 
with a passionate kiss of her own. Connor rose and left the room, 
within minutes, Allie was asleep. Not sleeping the night before and the 
stress of the morning had caught up with her. 

Connor strolled into the living room and turned the TV on low. Every
station he turned to had coverage of Monica Grimson's murder. He turned 
to WSPL and saw Lynn's face plastered across the screen. “Today is a 
day of great sadness of tragedy. Gubernatorial candidate Ross Grimson 
was notified of his wife's murder. Mr. Grimson arrived home shortly 
after Monica Grimson's body was discovered. He broke down in tears and 
gave this statement.” The screen cut to a shot of Ross, sad and sullen 
standing in front of his mansion. “My wife was the kindest person I 
ever knew! It's senseless and a tragedy!” he broke into tears then, and 
Lynn continued her report. After it was over, Connor picked up the 
phone to call Doug. He answered promptly on the second ring. “Good 
afternoon, WFTR. Doug speaking, may I help you?” “Hi, Doug it's 
Connor.” “Connor, how nice to hear from you. Do you know where Allison 
is? She left this morning, and never came back. That's out of character 
for her.” “Doug, we need to talk about Allie. She left abruptly because 
Monica Grimson called her. She told her that she had to tell her 
something. She said that Allie's life was in danger. So, Allison rushed 
over there and Monica had been murdered.” “She found her?” Doug gasped. 
“Yes, she was hysterical, as anyone would be. Then Charlie took her 
down to the station for questioning. The stress got to Allie, and she 
fainted.” “Is she all right?” “Yes, she's fine. I finally got her to 
rest. She's sleeping right now.” “Have her call me when she wakes up, 
Connor. I was hard on her this morning. I practically gave her an 
ultimatum about doing Eye on Crime. I don't want her to put her life in 
jeopardy for me. Your baby doesn't deserve that, and neither does 
Allison. I'll have Merna cover her spot on the news tonight.” “Thanks, 
Doug.” “You're welcome. It's important that Allison get all the rest 
she needs.” “Thanks.” “Have her call me, okay?” “Sure thing.” Connor 
hung up feeling relieved. He watched TV and periodically checked on 
Allie. Thelma was surprised to see him when she walked in the door. 
“Connor, I didn't expect you home so soon. Is everything all right? Is 
Allison all right?” “It's okay, Mom, everything's fine. Allison's 
sleeping right now.” “Is she sick? What happened?” “Remember Monica 
Grimson?” “That's Ernie's mother right?” “Yes that's right.” “What 
about her?” “She called Allie at work today. She told her that she had 
something very important to tell her and that she needed to get over to 
her house right away. When Allison arrived, Monica had been murdered!” 
Thelma gasped covering her mouth with both hands. “Oh my God! Is she 
all right? She must've been in shock!” “She still is. She was 
inconsolable, all she could say was how much blood there was. She kept 
saying that it was too much blood. To top it all off, Charlie the 
asshole that he is took her down to the station for questioning. The 
stress got to her and she fainted.” “Did you have her checked out? Is 
she all right? Is the baby all right?” Thelma was frantic with worry 
for her unborn grandchild, and for Allison. “They're fine, Allie just 
needs to rest. She told me about Doug.” “Oh? How'd that go?” “He gave 
her an ultimatum, he told her to do Eye on Crime or she could resign.” 
“Oh that's terrible!” “I know, I called him and explained the situation 
to him, and he was as sweet as could be to me.” “What did he say?” “he 
said that he was going to let Allie keep her job, and that Merna would 
cover her spot on the news tonight.” “That's wonderful! Maybe things 
are looking up.” The phone rang, Connor grabbed it quickly so it 
wouldn't wake Allison. “Hello?” “Allison Shure's next!” the voice said 
menacingly. “Who is this?” “Remember that note on her car? With the 
words “You're next” on it? Allison's next! She needs to stop Eye on 
Crime! It'll be her undoing.” “Who the hell is this?” the caller hung 
up before Connor could trace it. His face went white, and his brown 
eyes looked so fearful that Thelma was afraid for her son. “Connor? 
What is it?” “That was a death threat!” he said trembling. “A death 
threat?? For who?” “Allie! I'm going to go check on her.” Connor raced 
to the bedroom. He opened the door and glanced at Allison. She was 
still asleep, unaware of anything that had transpired. Connor would 
kill anyone who ever tried to harm her, he thought back to the caller's 
menacing words. They sent shivers up his spine. He watched her for a 
long time, he didn't want to leave her alone for a second. A few 
minutes later, Allison opened her eyes and smiled at Connor. He smiled 
at her adoringly, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “Hi, 
sweetheart. How are you feeling?” “Much better. How are you?” “I'm 
fine.” She could tell he was hiding something from her. “Don't lie to 
me, Connor. You're watching me like a hawk, what's going on?” “I ... I 
was just worried about you. I just wanted to check on you.” He said 
defensively, he didn't want her to know about the death threat. She 
didn't need anymore added stress. “Did you call Doug?” “Yeah, and we 
talked. He said you can have your job back.” Allison glanced at the 
clock it was quarter to four. “I better get going.” She said rising 
from the bed. “Where are you going?” “TO do the news.” “Allie, don't 
worry. He said that he'd give your spot to Merna tonight.” “Are you 
sure? Because ...” he planted a kiss on her lips to silence her. She 
kissed him long and deep and smiled lovingly at him. “I'm sure. Doug 
wants you to call him. He said he's very sorry he flew off the handle 
this morning.”” Wow! That's a change of heart. Thanks, my love!” she 
kissed him and went into the living room to call Doug. 

When she was finished, Allison sat down to think. She wondered what
brought on Doug's sudden change of heart, this morning he had been 
staunchly against her quitting Eye on Crime. But she was just happy 
that she didn't have to jeopardize her baby's life anymore. Connor was 
quiet, too quiet, and she sensed that something was terribly wrong. He 
was staring at her intently. “What's wrong?” she asked perplexed by his 
behavior. “I'm just worried, Allie. That's all.” “No, I've seen you 
worried, this isn't it.” “Connor, just tell me what it is. We can get 
through anything as long as your honest with me.” “Allie I ...” he was 
interrupted by the ringing of the phone. “Hello?” Allison answered 
before he could stop her. “You're next.” The voice whispered. “Who is 
this?” she asked her voice shaky. “Never mind that, Allison! You're 
next!” the caller broke the connection, Allison pushed off on the 
portable and stared blankly at Connor. “Allie? What is it?” “A death 
threat.” “What did they say?” “That I was next, I don't know who it 
was.” “That's what I was trying to tell you, sweetness. While you were 
asleep, the first call came in. I went to check on you after that, and 
that's why I've been watching you like a hawk ever since.” “But who?” 
“I don't know, sweetheart. But we will figure this out. Just try to 
relax and put Monica's murder out of your mind.” “Oh my God Ernie!” 
“What?” “Ernie! He doesn't know.” Allison stood up abruptly and headed 
for the bedroom. “Where are you going?” “TO see him, someone has to 
tell him.” “Let Ross tell him. Why do you have to get involved?” “He 
doesn't know he's alive! Ernie swore me to secrecy that I wouldn't tell 
his parents that he was alive. I was going to talk to him about it, but 
then ... Monica was murdered.” “Okay, but let me come with you, Allie. 
I don't want you out alone.” “Okay, but don't get in the way.” She 
pulled on a blue skirt and floral top. She accentuated it with earrings 
and heels, minutes later she was ready. 

Allison barely spoke on the drive over to Ernie's. How was she going to
tell him. Connor was upset with her and she knew it. He probably 
wondered why she was doing this, but she knew what it was like to 
tragically lose a parent, and she wouldn't wish it on anyone. “Why are 
you doing this, Allie?” he asked piloting the car onto the parkway. “I 
know what it's like, Connor. When I lost Mom I was a mess. I slipped 
into a deep depression, I became an alcoholic! It took Lynn and Jack to 
pull me out of it, and I don't know what I would've done if I hadn't 
had them there. Then Scarlet helped, but I know what it's like.” “Why 
do you need to put your life and our baby's life in danger for this 
kid?” “He's 16, Connor! No one deserves to lose a parent, he's so 
young! And all alone out in the world.” “I just don't understand you 
sometimes.” “You don't have to, just stay out of the way.” They had 
arrived at Ernie's, Martha's was well-lit, Allison walked in and 
followed the winding flight of stairs that ascended to Ernie's little 
room. She knocked lightly on the door. “Who is it?” Ernie's cheerful 
voice called. “It's Allison.” He flung the door open and gave her a 
hug. She returned his affection and looked into his eyes. How was she 
going to break his heart? 

“How have you been, Allison? I've missed you. What brings you to my uh
... home?” “It's nice.” “It's a dump!” he said sarcastically sitting on 
the couch which also doubled as a bed. “Ernie, this isn't easy, I have 
something to tell you.” “Just come out and say it. What is it?” she 
took a deep breath before continuing. She never had to tell anyone that 
their mother had been brutally murdered. She gently took hold of his 
hand and looked into his eyes. He could tell by her expression that the 
news wasn't good. “It's about your mother.” She said slowly trying to 
hold back tears. “Monica? What about her?” “Something's happened ... uh 
...” “Don't sugar coat it, Allison. Give it to me straight. What 
happened to Mom?” “Your Mom was a good person, Ernie. She was trying to 
help me and she ... she was ... she was murdered.” Ernie gasped, he 
couldn't believe it. “Murdered? No! that can't be!” “She called me this 
morning and told me that she had something very important to tell me. 
She said that my life was in danger and I needed to come over right 
away. When I got there, no one answered the door, it was ajar. I went 
in and ...” tears welled up in her eyes and she couldn't stop them from 
cascading down her cheeks. “I found her, she was dead. I'm so sorry, 
Ernie.” He hugged her trying to hold back tears himself. “It's not your 
fault, Allison. I just can't believe it. They never knew that I was 
alive.” “You told me  not to tell them.” “Yeah, they were into lots of 
things, but Mom was a different sort. She wouldn't hurt anyone!” he 
began to sob uncontrollably. Allison held him while he cried and talked 
about his childhood. Two hours later, she emerged from Ernie's tiny 
room. Connor was waiting downstairs at Martha's. He didn't want to 
intrude. He could tell from her red eyes that she had been crying, and 
when she spoke her voice was shaky. “How'd it go?” he asked softly. 
Allison walked slowly over to him, he took her in his arms and kissed 
her. She kissed him back unable to speak, there was a lump in her 
throat that refused to go away. “He's in shock. I've never had to do 
that, my love. His whole world is crumbling around him and there's 
nothing I can do!” she began to sob. “It's not your fault, honey. You 
didn't create this, you didn't murder Monica.” “I know that, but I wish 
there was something I could do.” He led her out of Martha's and to the 
car. A man peered out from binoculars, he spotted Allison, and then 
realized that Connor was with her. He picked up his phone and dialed 
quickly. “Yes?” “I've spotted her.” “What are you waiting for?” “She's 
with Cassidy.” The man said exasperated. “Damn! All right. Try 
tomorrow. We'll do it then.” “How do you know she's going to be at the 
station?” “I have my sources.” The boss said evilly. “Right, Boss. 
Okay, I'll do it then. Are we going with plan B?” the boss smiled 
before answering. “Yes, Trent plan B.” “All the way?” Trent was 
horrified, the gory details that the Boss had described chilled him. He 
couldn't even bring himself to think about it, much less carry it out. 
“Yes, Trent all the way.” The Boss hung up and Trent was left standing 
a few feet from Allison and Connor's car. He watched as it slowly drove 
away. 

Allison couldn't sleep that night, every time she closed her eyes she
saw Monica's body. She laid awake and watched Connor, the hands on the 
clock moved ever so slowly and she watched as the hours ticked by. At 
5-30, she finally drifted off to sleep, but it was short-lived. She was 
soon shaken awake by Connor. “Allie? It's 6-30, you overslept.” “What?” 
she asked sleepily opening her eyes. Connor looked at her with concern. 
“Are you okay, sweetness? Did you not sleep?” “I ... a little.” “I'm 
calling Doug, there's no way you can go into work today.” “I have to.” 
She said sitting up to face him. “No you don't! you need to rest.” “I 
know, and I won't overdo it, I promise. I want to check on Ernie too.” 
She got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. 

She showered and dressed quickly. Connor was on the phone when she
emerged from the bathroom, he replaced the receiver and looked lovingly 
at her. “I'm putting a police officer on you. His name's Trent Taylor.” 
“Is he good?” “Excellent, he's been on the force many years, the best.” 
“Thanks, Connor. I love you.” She kissed him long and deep. He returned 
her kiss with a steamy one of his own. “I better get going.” She said 
with a smile. “I love you, Allie.” “I love you too.” “What time are you 
coming home?” he asked concerned. “About the usual time. If I'm late 
I'll call you.” “Okay, have a good day, sweetness.” “You to.” He 
watched as her car backed out of the driveway, Trent was one of the 
best and he knew she was in good hands. 

After checking on Ernie, Allison headed for WFTR. She had a pounding
headache, which made driving difficult. It was probably from not 
sleeping, she thought as she piloted the car on to Evergreen Road. When 
she pulled into the parking lot, Trent was waiting. She liked him, he 
was average height with blond hair and hazel eyes. He seemed personable 
enough, and had a gentle way about him. He followed a few steps behind 
her as she performed her usual routine. 

The hottest story was Monica Grimson's murder, and Allison had to cover
it. It was a closely guarded secret that she had been the one to find 
her, and Doug promised to keep it that way. Allison's assignment was to 
interview Ross Grimson, she found this repulsive. After all, the man 
had just lost his wife, how could she put is emotions on display for a 
news story? She couldn't, she rested her head in her hands to think. 
Her head was still pounding, and she found it increasingly difficult to 
concentrate. 

Ernie got out of bed reluctantly, he dressed and headed over to the
place he once called home. He knew what he had to do, he had swarm 
Allison to secrecy, but Ross had to know the truth. Once he arrived, he 
rang the bell. He heard his father's footsteps inside, but he didn't 
answer. He rang it again, more impatiently this time. “Go away!” his 
father shouted. “Dad?” he opened the door immediately, when he did, 
Ernie punched him. “How could you? You're shady dealings got Mom 
killed!” he shouted, Ernie stepped passed his father into the house. 
Ross slammed the door behind him. “How dare you, you ungrateful little 
brat! How dare you come in here and accuse me of killing your mother!” 
“I didn't say you killed her, I said that your dealings got her 
killed!” “Where the hell have you been?” “None of your business!” 
“Where have you been, Ernie? I want an answer!” “Like I said, none of 
your business! You know why I ran away! And you know why I didn't 
resurface until now!” “Yeah, because you never appreciated anything I 
ever did for you! Do you know how bad this looks for my gubernatorial 
campaign?” Ross shouted. Ernie slammed his fist against the table 
exasperated. “The hell with your campaign! Is that all you care about? 
Mom is dead! Murdered!” “She was useless.” Ernie slapped him hard, Ross 
reeled from the slap. “Don't you ever say that about Mom! She was a 
good person, damn it! Until she got mixed up with you! What are you 
going to do to Allison Shure?” Ernie demanded. “Who?” Ross asked in 
disbelief. “Allison Shure! Mom called her and said that she had 
something to tell her. When Allison arrived, Mom was dead!” “This has 
nothing to do with that reporter! And how do you know this, Ernie? You 
must know Allison.” Feeling that he had betrayed Allison's confidence, 
Ernie grew pale. “Do you know her, son?” Ross asked. “No! I ... uh ... 
heard it on the radio.” “That's not public knowledge.” “How do you 
know, Dad?” “I think you better leave now!” “How do you know?” Ernie 
demanded. “Leave now!” just then the phone rang, Ross dove across the 
room and in one swift movement answered it. “Hello?” Ernie wondered who 
it was, perhaps another reporter. But Ross spoke in code, Ernie 
listened intently gleaning what he could from his end of the 
conversation. “Tell Honcho that it's all tied up. Yeah ... that's 
right. Proceed as instructed ... okay ... thanks, bye.” “Who was that?” 
“Never mind that! I have to go out, and you better be gone when I get 
back.” Ernie sat on the couch still in shock over Monica's death. He 
watched Ross leave and knew the time was right. Ernie had a feeling 
that his father knew more about Allison then he was saying. 

Merna walked into Allison's cubicle holding a package, she looked very
pale and Merna worried about her. She looked tired, and her eyes had 
dark circles under them. Merna was aware that Allison didn't know she 
was there. “Allison?” but she didn't respond. Merna came closer, she 
tapped her on the shoulder and set the package down on the desk. 
“Allison?” she opened her eyes and looked at Merna confused. “Are you 
okay?” “I'm fine, Merna. Don't worry, I just have a headache that's 
all.” “You want to go home early? I can cover your spot.” “No, it's 
fine. You did a wonderful job last night.” “Thanks, but I'll never be 
as good as you, Allison. I'm sorry you weren't feeling well.” “You'll 
be better than me. Don't worry, it's just exhaustion.” “Well, if you 
need me to do anything for you, just let me know.” “I will, thanks, 
Merna.” “I just came to bring you this.” “What is it?” Allison inquired 
eyeing the package. “I don't know, but it looked important.” “Thanks, 
Merna.” She watched Merna leave and took out scissors to open the 
package. Inside, she found two leather bound journals and a hand 
written note. 

Dear Allison, 

This will help you in your investigation of the Grimson case and the
missing teens. May justice be served! 

Allison pondered the note and opened the first journal. It looked like a
typical journal, except for the details contained within it. The first 
entry was chilling, and Allison gasped as she read it. It all became 
clear, she knew who Monica Grimson's killer was. She took detailed 
notes of everything incriminating contained in the two journals. This 
took her most of the afternoon, her head was still pounding and she 
could barely write. She devised abbreviations to make the process go 
faster. But who was Honcho? The journals kept referring to a man named 
Honcho. Obviously not his real name, but it was apparent that Honcho 
had participated in Monica's murder. Who was he? Allison knew she 
couldn't go public wit the story until she uncovered Honcho's identity. 
Allison perused her report for the 5 o'clock news. She was to have 
coverage of Monica's murder, and an update on the missing teens. 
“Almost air time, Allison.” Doug called. “Okay, I'll be right there.” 
Allison took the journals and stored them in her locked draw, she took 
her notes and put them in her blue briefcase. Just as she was exiting 
her office, Trent approached her. “Hi, Trent, can I help you with 
something?” he pulled a gun from his waistband. “Don't move, Allison!” 
she was shocked and tried to scream but nothing came out. “Don't scream 
either. Just go nice and slow. I'm going to make this as easy as 
possible.” She began to tremble. Trent's muscular arms encircled her 
and she was no match for him. He placed a gag on her and tied her hands 
and feet. Allison fought bitterly every step of the way, she kicked and 
punched until she was restrained. Even with the gag, she tried to 
wriggle free, but Trent wouldn't let her. He ransacked her office as he 
searched for the journals. But they were nowhere in sight, finally he 
gave up and left with Allison. 

Roz Hannover introed Allison's segment on the Monica Grimson murder.
Doug was sure that she would have shown up by now, and was surprised 
when she didn't. He watched as Roz started her intro again, thinking 
that Allison may have missed her cue. “Now for more on the brutal 
murder of Monica Grimson here is Allison Shure.” The camera panned to 
Allison's customary spot and then panned back to Roz. “We'll be back 
right after this commercial break.” The sound man yelled cut and Roz's 
smile disappeared. “Where's Allison?” she asked Doug perplexed. “I 
don't know. I saw her about half an hour ago, she said she'd be here.” 
“I have a bad feeling about this.” Roz said. “I don't think she went 
home early, she would've told me. This is very unusual, she doesn't 
just skip out.” Doug said emphatically. He dialed Connor quickly. 

Connor was finishing up at the station when the phone rang. He was
worried about Allie, and was going to insist that she rest when she got 
home. He knew she was in good hands with Trent, he was one of the best, 
but he still worried. The phone rang incessantly until he picked it up. 
“Cold case, Connor Cassidy.” “Hi, Connor. It's Doug. Do you know where 
Allison is?” his heart sank, his stomach was in knots, and his blood 
raced. Panic filled his heart and he shuttered. “No, she told me she 
was coming home right after she did her report.” “She never showed up 
to do it. I saw her about half an hour ago, and she said she'd be 
here.” “Have you checked the whole building?” “We're searching now, I 
can't reach her on her cell either.” “I'll be right there.” Fear 
gripped him as Connor drove over to WFTR, where was Allison? She had 
just vanished, and even worse he had no idea where to start his search. 



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