Intrusive neighbors, high class financially but clearly not morally, walk out their front doors to stand in front of their buildings in the apartment complex. Red and blue lights bounce from the walls as the balconies flood with prying residents overlooking the hectic crime scene.

Several police cars are aligned in a row on the narrow drive wrapping around the covered parking area. Two ambulances, lights blaring with their back doors open, are parked outside of the workout center. Vibrant yellow caution tape wraps around the small building's entrance.

Sheriff Martinez exits the building, his face reading a mixture of sorrow and anger. He shakes his head, still not able to grasp the idea of how somebody could be so cruel. Riverside has never seen much madness in its small town before.

Lifting up the tape, Deputy Bennett watches as Martinez crouches underneath it and steps into the parking lot.

"Sheriff—"

"Where are the parents?" Martinez cuts him off.

Bennett points at Mr. and Mrs. Juarez, who stand near the rear of one of the ambulances. Mrs. Juarez sobs uncontrollably into her husband's arms.

Martinez gazes at the residents gathering around the scene and his face quickly grows red. "Get rid of the audience."

"Sir?"

"You heard me. Tell them to go back inside their apartments."

Nodding, Bennett turns to walk toward the crowd. He clears his throat before speaking, trying to make his voice sound as intimidating as possible. "Alright guys, nothing to see here! Go back inside!"

As Martinez approaches the couple, he feels his nerves kicking in. How does he explain to them what happened? How does he tell them that their child was brutally slaughtered in cold blood? That he suffered... He begins to tear up as he thinks about what he would do if it were the other way around and he was in their shoes. If anything ever happened to Millie, his life would be over.

Looking up at the sky for a brief moment, he lets his eyes dry up before wrapping around the back of the ambulance to face them. "Mrs., Mr. Juarez. I'm extremely sorry for your loss. I can't imag—"

"Who did this to my son?!" Mrs. Juarez screams angrily, pulling away from her husband to approach Martinez. "Tell me, what sick son of a bitch would do something like this?!"

"We're still looking into suspects at the time being but, I promise you, we will find whoever is responsible for this."

"Yeah, you do that." She snarls, turning back to glance at the workout center. She shakes her head as she feels her eyes swelling back up. Her husband hands her a clump of tissues as he pulls her back into his shoulders.

Two paramedics exit the workout building, one on each end of a long stretcher as they roll it down the short sidewalk. On it is a large, zipped up black leather body bag.

Mrs. Juarez, still sobbing, drops her tissues to the ground as she hurriedly walks toward the paramedics as they load Cesar's remains into the back of the ambulance. "I want to see!"

"Mrs. Juarez..." Martinez steps in front of her, lightly touching her shoulder in a gentle attempt to stop her. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Get out of my way!" She cries, shoving past him. "I want to see my son!"

Martinez turns to watch her approach the stretcher, knowing that it's not his place to stop her. Mr. Juarez slowly walks over to her side as she convinces the paramedic to unzip the bag.

The paramedic takes a gulp as he does so, slowly pulling the zipper a few inches down. He reaches over to slightly pull open the bag.

Gasping, Mrs. Juarez covers her mouth as she quickly turns to bury her head back into her husband's arms. After zipping the bag back up, the paramedics load the stretcher into the back of the ambulance as another one is rolled out of the building.

"Again, Mrs. and Mr. Juarez, I am extremely sorry for your loss." Martinez sighs, standing a few feet behind them. "I have my entire department looking into this and I assure you, we will find whoever did this and bring him to justice."

The couple ignore him. Mr. Juarez watches while the paramedics climb into the ambulance, his distraught wife still crying in his arms.

"Dad?"

Sheriff Martinez turns around to see Millie standing in front of one of the squad cars. She hurriedly squeezes past the two officers standing in front of her, neither one of them attempting to stop her from entering the perimeter. "What happened?!"

"Millie?" He glares at her, grabbing her shoulders protectively as he pulls her aside. "What are you doing here?"

She shifts her weight to her other leg, shuffling her position as she gazes off. "I was walking home from a friend's and saw the police lights."

His eyes narrow, knowing that she's lying.

She sighs. "Okay, fine. I was on your radio again. I heard there was a code 187. Dad, what happened? Someone was murdered?!"

"Millie, go home. You do not need to be here."

"Dad—"

"Bennett!" Martinez hollers, turning around to signal the officer over. Bennett obediently runs over to join them. "Deputy Bennett, go ahead and escort my daughter home. Make sure she doesn't leave your sight."

She scoffs, looking at him unbelievably. "Dad! Are you serious? I don't need a babysitter!"

"No, clearly you do." He lowers his voice, not wanting to upset the Juarez family any more than they already are. "I told you that after dark you need to stay in the house. We'll talk about this later."

Millie lets out a frustrated sigh, rolling her eyes as Bennett signals for her to follow him to his squad car.

Still feeling uneasy, Martinez watches as Bennett opens the back door for Millie to get inside. She climbs in, staring back at her father through the metal bars, as Bennett swings the door shut.

Martinez turns around as he hears sirens suddenly wailing nearby, seeing one of the ambulances as it pulls away from the curb and wraps through the parking lot to leave the apartment complex.

Peering through the windshield, the flashing lights from the passing ambulance reflects in Taylor's eyes.

The Mustang sits in a vacant lot across the street from the apartments with its headlights off. Morgan leans his head back against the headrest and turns to look away, glancing out the driver's window at the small wooded area to their left.

Taylor can't help but tear up the second she sees Cesar's parents. She turns to him, her voice broken. "Who would do this? And why?"

"We know why." Morgan's eyes narrow, an inconceivable thought already formed in his mind. "Looks like tomorrow we will be paying a visit to Garrett after all."

She stares at him, not sure what to say. Part of her wants to defend Garrett, to say that it's impossible for him to do such a thing. Not because of his physical state, but she has known him for years. He's not a killer. But after what they did to him...

The engine roars as the headlights flip on. A flustered Morgan twists the wheel as the car peels out of the lot, sending a thick cloud of dirt in the air behind them.

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