When we reached the home of Wesley Stark, I ran through all opened doors in haste and up a spiral staircase that led to the library. 

When I got to the library, I began to search a huge reading desk in the middle of the city of books. When I suddenly realized my inexcusable rudeness, I turned to Wes who stood at the door in confusion.

"Please don't look at me like that Wes. It's not like you're not aware of how curious I am. Fine! I look through your things when you're not around but it's only because I'm always bored. I'm sorry."

Wes walked towards me with his hands in the pockets of black jean trousers and smiled.  

"I'm not concerned with what you do when I'm not around Ray, although I do have one question. What are you looking for?" he asked.

"Our year book. From high school." I replied.

"Year book?"

"Yes. Year book. You know, the one where you can find headshots and comments of all the kids we..."

"I know what a year book is Ray. I just don't understand why you need it."

"Well, I saw a picture of Daisy in one of the files but I got the feeling I've seen her somewhere before. Her face was quite familiar. And then it hit me. I'd seen that face six years ago." I explained to Wesley as I searched on and on for the year book.

"So she does have some sort of connection with the Maryland high school then? Did she have a connection with you? Personally that is. Even if she did, I don't remember Daisy McQueen..."

"Ah! Found it! Is this Daisy McQueen or what?!" 

I asked Wes, while my index finger was pointed at a Goth girl who looked exactly like Daisy McQueen. The only difference was the black razor cut on her head which was decorated with other colours. In the picture, she did not smile, and she was not so attractive, but her blue eyes stole the soul.

"Wait a minute. Daisy? This...she...Daisy McQueen?" Stark asked.

"Yup! You've got that right. This is Daisy but not Daisy. This is Susan. Susan Richards. Remember her? Suzy?" I asked.

"Hold up! You mean Suzy Richards? My stalker, Suzy Richards? The girl who put threat letters in my locker, saying I had to be her boyfriend or die? The same girl who stabbed my lab partner's palm over and over with a pencil until she had little amount of blood left in her? The girl who still attended classes after she was suspended? That psycho is Daisy McQueen? No way!"

"Yes way Wesley Stark. Suzy Richards is Daisy McQueen. You can see the resemblance yourself can't you?" I asked a confused Wes.

"I can see it. It's just so hard to believe. I mean Suzy's a devil while Daisy's an angel. Well not exactly an angel after I saw that security footage today...but those blue eyes...Blue eyes!! Ray!" 

Wes patted my shoulders as he called my name. Just then I got it.

"Of course!! You said the last thing you saw when you were attacked were blue eyes. It's got to be her. We've got to..." 

At that moment Wes brought my discovery to a halt, as he pulled my arm.

"We have to leave now Ray. We just have to look for files under the name 'Suzy Richards'. We're running out of time. Let's go." Wes said. 

I had no choice. I had to leave before my arm fell off.

In a few minutes we got back to the Police Department.

We got a little more information from other detectives on where Daisy McQueen was headed. What shocked me the most was the information we had gotten from files under the name 'Susan Viola Richards'.

I tugged Wes' arm in surprise. 

"Wes! Look at this. Burglary, Attempted murder...Of her brother! She wanted to kill her own brother?...Oh my God! She sold drugs? Wes we've got to get Tina back as quickly as possible."

"I've got a location from one of the boys and some other guys will be coming too. Let's move Ray." Wes said as we made our way to black cars parked outside the department.

I was given a bullet proof vest for safety, but still I did not feel safe. 

 Wes led the way while other cops stayed steady behind us. 

The sound of sirens zapped fear into my heart once again. 

I was close. Too close to the Crucifier. 

I shivered. 

Wes held my hand with one of his' and kept the other on the steering wheel. With eyes focused on the road, he smiled like he always did.

"It's alright Ray. You don't have to be scared. I'm here. This is the last time you'll be this scared because we found her. Finally, you can laugh without worries because we found her Ray. We've found the Crucifier and this time she won't escape. I swear."