Brock waited until his stepfamily left the house before he could make his move. He'd done everything in the previous day so it shouldn't be that hard to go to the police station. Brock wanted answers and if it meant keeping Amelia and his two friends safe then that's what he was planning to do. No way was he going to let his stepfather get the best of him. Not this time. If his theory was correct, then that meant that someone was behind his mother's death.

Brock grabbed his black moped and drove it into town. His main priority was to find out what the police learned from the hit and run back then. All Brock could remember was the black SUV ramming into his mother's car followed by it taking off on them. Whoever was in that car wanted them to die and if he could find his way to learning the truth behind the death then he'd be able to stop the next person who could become the target. It took him a few minutes to get into town, and the minute he did he drove through until he made it to the police station.

People were going about their daily business mostly focusing on their jobs. Some would stop by a coffee shop while others were going in and out of other businesses. Some even stopped and talked to their friends or coworkers. Brock shook his head and made his way inside. The police department had known him since he was young as his mother would always take him with her to work every time. Pretty much he grew up in the police station.

"Brock!" Sheriff Peter exclaimed. "It's good to see you kid,"

"Hey Peter," Brock said a smile on his face. "How's the station?"

"You know how it is, but today it's been fairly slow," Peter responded.

Brock approached the desk.

"What can I do for you?" Peter asked.

"I was just wondering if you still had the case files on that hit and run a few years ago?" Brock questioned. "I know that you probably can't show it, but I want to know if you discovered anything about a black SUV?"

Peter thought about it at first, he wasn't going to let Brock look at the files but reluctantly nudged his head allowing for Brock to follow him. He passed by other police officers who were going through different cases. Inside the police station, Brock looked around the halls of the building to find cops busy talking to some criminals and trying to get their stories about why they did what they did. Peter and Brock arrived at his office. It wasn't much but inside, there was a plain white desk with two chairs sitting in front of it. In the far corner of the room, there was a filing cabinet. Against the wall and behind the desk, there was a large sheriff's star plastered on the wall. Brock remained in place for a few minutes as Sheriff Peter pulled out a large manila folder with sheets upon sheets of files pertaining to the Black SUV case.

"Here you go," Peter said and handed the files over.

Brock took the files and flipped through them. All he could make out was how the camera's on the road hadn't even picked up the license plate clearly. They had a few leads on the hit and run but nothing that allowed them to pinpoint the culprits. Eventually the case had gone cold, and Brock was left uncertain about what happened to his mother.

"You couldn't find anything?" Brock asked.

The Sheriff gave him a solemn expression. Despite his determination he felt that the officer wasn't trying anything to help locate the people behind his mother's death.

"I'm sorry Brock, but no matter how hard we tried," Peter explained. "No one could pinpoint where the culprits vanished,"

Brock flipped through the pages again, until he came across a page that showed they'd found the license plates, but he never understood why no one ever arrested the people.

"But what about this?" Brock asked.

He turned the page over to show Peter and pointed to the image of the license plate.

"You said that it was hard to find, but why does it say you guys found it?" Brock questioned. "Especially if the license plate was discovered?"

Peter sighed.

"We found the license plate, yes, but it was on the back of another vehicle," he continued. "My guess is that whoever did this to your mother, knew that they had to hide the evidence, eventually the case went cold, and we couldn't figure out what truly happened,"

Brock closed the case files and handed it back to Peter.

"But the van is back," Brock responded. "They were staying by my house for a while, watching whoever came in and out of that place," he continued. "Some of my friends came by and when they left, the van was following them,"

*~*~*~*

Peter hesitated. It just wasn't possible that the van came back. After all, the case went cold years ago. Seeing how desperate Brock was, he couldn't figure out how to tell the kid. Brock was so kindhearted that Peter knew that his mother would not want Brock to know the truth.

"We'll do everything we can to find those people," Peter reassured him.

Brock nodded. Got up. And walked out of the office leaving Peter alone in the room. Peter remembered all too well about the day he found the killers. He'd been on a late-night shift when he got the call about an abandoned vehicle just off the road exiting Burlington. Of course he was first on the scene.

It had been a few days after the car crash and while Brock was doing fine, Peter wanted to find out what happened the day of the crash. For the most part, it looked like a mere everyday accident, but something didn't sit right with him. It was like someone had hit Brock and his mother's car on purpose. Determined to figure out the truth and find whoever did it, Peter went through his normal routine of checking everything. Including the traffic cameras.

He approached the traffic office and talked to the person behind the counter. A short man with dark brown almost black hair and blue eyes. Peter asked the traffic camera operator for a way to view the cameras. The man hesitated. Knowing the normalcy of what he needed to do, pulled out his badge and showed it.

The man allowed him to view the cameras. It took a while and he had to go through different time stamps until he found the time of the crash. He watched on the camera as the black SUV turned sharply and struck Marissa's car with such force that it made them flip. Brock had been in the back seat but from the looks of it, Marissa was the only casualty as she had thrown herself over her child to protect him.

The Black SUV swerved and drove onto the highway. He immediately saw the License plate; he froze the cameras and wrote down FCV 897 on a sticky note. Thanking the man, Peter left the traffic office and drove to the DMV. Upon arrival he had ordered the DMV workers to look up the license plate. It didn't take too long before he was off again and tracked the license plate all the way to the outskirts of Burlington and the same SUV was sitting off to the side of the road. Peter pulled to the side and climbed out, flashlight in hand, the sun was already beginning to set by the time he got to the car. He looked through the front and the back seat but saw no one.

Just about ready to call it in, he placed his thumb and pointer finger to the radio when someone cocked a gun behind him.

Peter snapped out of his thoughts when his phone rang. At first, he didn't want to answer it. He approached the phone and saw a caller ID that he'd remember seeing before. Peter grabbed the phone and put it to his ear.

"Hello?" Peter said.

"Peter? What do you think you are doing?" said a masculine voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about sir," Peter responded.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," the man said. "Why was Brock there? You better not have told him," He continued. "Remember our deal, you make the case go cold and we let you live,"

"But he's just a kid," Peter said. "His stepfamily is doing nothing but mistreating him, why can't you see who the real enemy is?"

"We were only paid to get rid of both of them," a woman's voice suddenly said on the other side. "We weren't expecting him to survive, but since his stepfamily is mistreating him, that will make it all the easier to find him,"

"You know that if you did anything, I would arrest your sorry asses especially with that damn confession you just gave," Peter warned.

"But you will not," the man said. "Now keep your promise and we will let you and your family live,"

Peter started to refuse but the phone line went dead leaving him in his office and a dead phoneline. If Brock was going to find out the truth, Peter had hopes that Brock would find them before he did. Peter put his phone down and sat at his desk.