Leon closes his laptop shut so hard I don't think the screen can survive that impact. He stood up and grabbed the remote control with a hand on his hip.

"He did it. We missed him. He was right under our fingers and we still missed him." he hissed and raised his arm to smash the remote but I caught it right before he was about to fling the remote at the TV.

I mean I get that he's frustrated but why is he so fixated on Jake. I throw the remote on the couch and flinch when I thought it was about to bounce off but it didn't. I grab Leon's shoulder and he glares at me lightning bolts. "Why are you so sure it's him? You're acting just like Cain!" I didn't realize how load I was yelling until the silence followed.

He slaps my hand away and looks me dead in the eye. "I'm going to go question him."

Before I could even comment Leon grabbed his jacket and slammed the door behind him. This is going no where. I look back at the coffee table where he forgot his laptop.

A yawning Winter hopes down the stairs she almost trips over the last step but she manages to hold her stand. I flinched so hard to try and catch her I think muscles are cramping all over.

"Uncle I'm hungry and thirsty." She pouts with a grumpy face and pulls me by the sleeve towards the kitchen.

"What do you want me to make?"

She puts her index finger on her chin and pretends to think about it but I already know what she's going to ask for. "Omelet with honey!" She smiles and sits on the table waiting for me. I can't cook that many dishes but I can make amazing omelet.

I drew a happy face with honey on the omelet and placed it in front of her.

"Thank you!" She jumps down and runs to grab a fork and a butter knife before I even have the chance to hand them to her. I open the fridge looking for something else I could feed her and found some strawberries and blueberries. I don't know why she loves sweet omelet so much but what can I do about it?

A bowl of oatmeal was enough for me with some blackberries on the side. I should probably learn how to cook a few more dishes from Yasmin. I'm getting sick of the same old mediocre tastes.

The door rings and Winter glances at me. It's definitely not her mother since she's supposed to be gone for one more day. Maybe Leon is back? I doubt so.

I wash my hands and dried the before going to the front door. No one is visible through the eyehole so I opened the door.

I am meet with Cain's glowing smirk.

"Why do you have red paint in your home?" he intones holding up a plastic evidence bag with a bottle of red paint.

I blink between him and the bag. "Why are you asking that? How do you even know I have paint in my home? Why is my paint in an evidence bag when you never got a warrant?" I asked. He's totally misunderstanding. That paint is the one I brought for Winter. Besides that he has no right to search my house without a warrant. It's sad how he thinks he solved it and it was worth breaking the law to 'prove' but now he's going to lose his job for nothing.

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"You don't need to know how I got that information." He pushes past my shoulder into my home and starts looking around inspecting everything with his sharp detective eyes. He's wasting his time focusing on me while the real criminal can do whatever he wants.

"So what? Anyone can have paint in their homes that doesn't make them gladiolus. You keep getting more ridiculous ideas by the day." I cross my arms and watch him flip my house over.

"The shade of red you have matched exactly the same type on the foreheads of the victims. It happens to be the same paint formula from the same company gladiolus used. What do you make of that?" He turns to look at me the goes back to looking through my drawers.

Did he really just sneak in to my home? Just like that? All that for evidence that barely serves as circumstantial?

I watch him in disbelief as he rampaged through my stuff. Throwing things here and there so that he can make sure he searched every inch of my home.

"This is ridiculous."

He stood up and dusted his knees off. "I'm hoping you're not too smart enough to get rid of all evidence." he says, mainly speaking to himself.

"There is no evidence because I'm innocent have you ever thought of that?" For the millionth time I swear this Cain guy is about to drive me crazy.

He laughed maniacally and looks at me. "You're so funny." He wipes a small tear and continues to look around.

What was that? He's a psycho. I feel my skin on my arms turn to look like that of a chicken so I rub it to ease the goosebumps.

"You know it would be easy to kill you right now before you get tired of playing he vigilante and start killing little kids but I don't want to have blood on my hands." he jogs up the stairs and I follow him.

He sees me as that person. The man Leon sad killed the little kid because Cain didn't investigate thinking the book was a coincidence. He's become delusional with the memory of that little child. I suddenly don't feel upset anymore. He's a pitiful person. I can't imagine being in his position. He can search all my house if he wants if it helps him get rid of that guilt. But I'm afraid history will repeat itself the opposite way. He'll be too concentrated on me that the real criminal will do exactly what Cain is trying so disparately to avoid from happening ever again.

"What? Are you scared?" I realized I stopped on the stairs and Cain looked down on me. "Don't worry even if I killed you I know how to give you a painless death even if you deserve to suffer. Even if I have to be a monster like you and kill you I'll at least show you some dignity so I can keep the last bit of humanity I have in myself." He claims to the second floor and immediately heads towards my bedroom.

I watched him as he turned the whole house upside down. He searched every corner but still wasn't satisfied. I was getting sick and tired of him but I let him finish. If he realizes on his own then he'll leave me alone.

He slumps down on the floor and hurled a copy of my book towards my head. "You know you couldn't make it so much easier for me and you if you just hand yourself in." And now he's trying to coax me into giving a false confession. I'm so done with him.

A phone rang. It's Justin Biebers baby. This fifty something year old man has Bieber as his ringtone. Cain hurries to answer his call.

"Yes, Rain.What is it?"

"I'm coming." He hangs up and immediately ran downstairs. I follow him until the door where he jogs towards his car and drives away without an explanation. It's not like he owes me one anyway but curiosity is a deadly sin of mine. Well whatever, at least now I have my home to myself.

I flop into my couch and turned on the TV to drown out the background silence. I scrolled mindlessly through my social media. Messages from old friends trying to catch up with me filled my inbox. It seems like half of them at least want a signed book as a 'token of our friendship'. Funny thing is some of those very people used to bully me in high school. It seems like they either forgot or think I'm nice enough to forgive them so easily and give them gifts. What a joke.

Winter comes in and grabs the remote control. She opens Netflix and turns on some kids show which I never saw before.

I lean my head back on the soft pillow and sighed. My phone vibrated in my hand but I didn't bother to check. It continued to ring in my palm so I raised it to check. Yasmin was calling.