Hi guys! For some reason, I thought that I had this chapter up here already. You can expect updates from me every week (every Thursday), and I have two updates to post for you today (the next one will be up in 2 hours), and then next week it's only one. Enjoy!

Piper and I are in the car on our way back to Boston. I'm driving and Piper is going over the notes she made today.

We had met at the door, once I had finished the call with Roman. Piper was talking to Cynthia, and as we had done with the other witnesses, we had asked them to call us if they remembered anything further. I thanked Cynthia for her time, and she had called after us as we had been making our way down the corridor.

"My husband always thought that Nixon didn't have it in him, and I didn't know what to believe. I wanted to think he didn't, but I don't know. This is for Grace, and I want to believe that the right man is behind bars."

I turned around to respond, but when I did, I found her door closed.

Piper gave me a quick rundown as we descended the stairs again, and came back out into the lobby. Cynthia had said that the two couples, her and her husband, and Nixon and Grace used to have dinner parties, and there were a couple of occasions that she remembered, of Grace talking about infidelity. She didn't mention who. I wanted to ask Piper what she thought Nixon was like before getting into prison, but I felt that would be inappropriate at this moment in time. I didn't have any idea of who Nixon was as a person, and if he would be any different out of prison, and today has helped me realize that the Nixon I know isn't really like the person the people in this building knew. But I guess prison would even change the strongest of people in some way.

Piper had moved to the door as if to leave, but I had gone down the corridor I had noticed upon entering. The door I was going for was marked building manager, and Piper saw this.

"The camera," I said, hoping for her to understand. She did, and after lecturing me again about them not being obligated to help us, so we can't push beyond asking, and also that the camera may not actually be active, or the footage not having been stored, we knocked on the door.

I half expected for it to be empty, but a pot-bellied bristly-mustached man, who reminded me of walrus, answered the door. That was a good start.

The man didn't seem too fazed by our request and said that it would only depend on the footage that they had, as to whether we could see it. After a short wait, he told us that he had found it. As we started to watch the footage, he chatted away to us, telling us that he had heard of the case, but wasn't in fact there when it happened. He made a comment about seeing her ghost sometimes walking the building, and although I had to admit it did feel eery to be here, knowing she had died here, I thought it to be a simple ghost story, hoping to freak us out.

"He said that the CCTV only covered that door, and not the back one," I point out to Piper as I flick the indicator to merge into the lane next to me.

"Yes, but he also said it doesn't open. It's been dodgy since he moved into the building."

"Which was after Nixon was there," I point out.

She sighs, and resumes looking at her notes. "We know Nixon arrived at the apartment at 4:33:25 exactly, which is said in the notes on his file, and then left when the police arrived, with them. It's a camera to a building which doesn't have a lot of residents, so we wouldn't expect to see much traffic throughout the day, and everything else we saw didn't suggest much toward any new supiscions, so other than the other people of interest we didn't see today that we noted down, it still looks like he was the one to do it."

And that bothers me. When going into the building, he looks carefree, and is even swinging his tattooed arms. It's the first of him outside of the prison that I've seen, and he looked like any normal person going about their day. He even stopped to hold the door for one of the older residents. Would a murderer do that? He didn't look angry or like he was about to kill anyone, so if he indeed did do it, it was either a spur of the moment thing, or he's a cold blooded killer who manipulated me. Like Roman said.

"So the options are," I say tapping my fingers against the steering wheel as I think. "He did it. Someone already in the apartment did it, say they arrived earlier than day or the day before, or even lived there. Maybe they stayed with Grace? Or, someone came through the back door, that is un-openable," I ponder, voicing all of my thoughts currently.

"That's what it looks like, but it doesn't help our case any further. You can see why the police went with the verdict they did." I sigh, adjusting in my seat and rolling my shoulders, uncomfortable.

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