Elizabeth had done it. That amazing genius and artist had done it! She successfully completed a sketch of the man who took Kara. I thanked her as she left, holding the completed drawing in my hands. It was beautifully terrifying.

As she drew she walked me through the process as I paced behind her. She was able to sketch the side of his face and guess the features on the other half, creating a mirror image per say and laid them next to each other, filling in the details she didn't have. From his face she was also able to guess what his eyes looked like and the top half of his face even though it was covered by his hair in the picture she based it off of. She explained that the structure of the face carried similarities throughout and created a pattern that you could guess. She was an absolute genius who I would be thankful for the rest of my life.

After she shut the door behind her, I immediately called Detective O'era. When she didn't pick up I tried again and again until I finally left a voice message explaining that I had a picture of the kidnapper and tapes from the cafeteria that show who he was. Based off of Kara's facial expressions in the video as well as the story that Kara had told me about their interaction, I had no doubt it was him. The police may need a little more convincing, but I could do that. I had to do that.

I leaned back in my chair, arms supporting my head and looked outside. The sky was starting to get dark. We had spent hours in the room, trying to piece him together like our own Frankenstein monster.

I scooped up the tapes and the drawing, not wanting to wait one more second. I basically ran out the door on my way to the police station. My stomach began to grown in detest, I don't think I'd eaten anything for a few days, but that could wait one more minute, one more hour. I had to find Kara.

I burst through the station doors, the man at the desk seemingly recognized me as he looked up in surprise. "Mr. Taylor? We weren't expecting you back so soon."

Soon? I scoffed. It had been almost a week already with no news. "Yeah, I need to talk to detective O'era or someone else who is on the case of Kara Williams." He raised his eyebrow, interested. I smiled, "I have evidence, photo evidence of who this man is and I think they might find it helpful."

Shocked, the detective started typing a storm on his computer. He shut his little window separating him from me and held up a finger to tell me to wait. I nodded at him as he picked up a phone. I couldn't help by smile. Tightening my grip on the tapes and drawing as if to protect them from anyone else around, I approached his desk as he finished the call.

He slid open his window and cleared his throat. "Detective O'era is staking out the neighborhood and will be back shortly. She's only a few blocks away."

"What street is she on?" I demanded.

"Alder and Cedar, heading towards Willow." I thanked him and ran out the door. I was going to meet her halfway.

I ran three blocks down Alder and stopped, seeing a dark car in the distance. Thinking it was her, I stood by a tree, waving the paper and her to signal to stop, but the car wasn't hers. It was a fairly new looking Jeep Ranger.

The car was a dark black, sleek and shining in the street lights, no license plate that I could see. Time slowed as the car passed. The man in the drivers seat slowly looking in my direction. He looked at the paper I was holding and frowned slightly at the image, his dark, black hair covering his eyes and the top of his face. He looked at me and smiled. He knew who I was, the recognition in his face was enough to tell me that. I recognized him too. The drawing of him completely accurate. Elizabeth had done a great job.

The car sped past and I tried to chase after it, but I knew there was no way I could catch up. I watched it turn a corner and smiled. Not only did I have his face, I had his car. Unfortunately, he now knew who I was too and that I was looking for him. Hopefully he wouldn't get spooked and run.

Headlights pulled up behind me, elongating my shadow down the block. I turned to find the detective getting out of her car. "Liam?"

"Detective O'era! I have evidence," I approached her, waving the drawing and tapes.

She held out her hand out to try and quiet me. "So I heard, what is it."

I handed her the drawing and tapes. "Kara described their interaction and lunch to me that night. The school cafeteria cameras caught the whole thing. He knew where the cameras were and was able to hide his face until the end. From the interaction it showed I know it's him, you have to believe me," she just nodded, staring at the image in front of her, "From the video one of Kara's friends was able to take his side profile and turn it into a full on sketch catching his whole profile. I figured you could run it through the database or something and try to find a match." she slowly nodded her head again, "Also, while I was waiting for you, he drove past me." She visually perked up, now paying close attention to my words, "He was in a black Jeep, no license plate. He saw me holding his picture. We have to hurry in case he decides to take off after this." Done with all I had to say, I waited patiently for her response.

She seemed to think for a second, taking in everything I had said. Finally she said, "You're right, we do have to run what we have through the database just in case. There's no guarantee this will work and I have to run checks through the video tapes before I can hand this out to anyone else, but we should do this now. Get in. You're going to come with me."

I eagerly jumped into the passenger seat, excited to be making such large strides in progress on this with minimal help. I couldn't help but smile, but when I looked at O'era, she was silent, sturdy, holding onto the steering wheel way too tight, knuckles beginning to turn white.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

She shook her head, "No, it's fine. I just could have sworn I've seen that face before." she paused as if deciding what information to disclose. Finally she just sighed, "He looks nearly identical to my sister's boyfriend. Ex boyfriend I guess. She went missing a few years ago, disappeared from campus much like Kara. I met him once, I always thought something was off." She shook her head, "It can't be the same guy, though. Her ex tried to help us find her, searching everywhere, like you are now. It can't be the same guy."

I sat back, in sheer silence. I took in what she had told me. The same guy. It had to be. There was no other explanation for it. He's been doing this for years. Kara's not his first.

"O'era, it has to be. You recognized him. You said yourself they look nearly identical." I ran my hands through my hair, wheels spinning, "Have you seen his house before? His car? Anything about him that would help us now? You might be our best lead. Maybe we can find your sister too!"

She pulled over, fast, "Stop. Just stop. I'm telling you it can't be the same guy. He tried to help us find her and wouldn't have helped if..." She trailed off, no longer talking to me, "Unless he was leading us away from him. No one would suspect someone who was a part of the search party. I had seen his face, he knew that. He had to get me off of his trail before I started pointing fingers. He had her locked away all that time." She looked up at me, on the verge of tears. "He drove a black Jeep. I never saw his house or anything else about him. He had brown hair at the time, but could have easily dyed it black. I don't know much about him except that he was a junior at the college when she was a sophomore, though that could have been a lie too."

"That's the same thing he told Kara." It came out as a whisper, much quieter than I wanted it to. If he had done this before and they still hadn't found her in a few years, Kara was in worse danger than I had feared.

O'era put her hand on my shoulder, "Hey, we're going to get that son of a bitch this time. We have his face, on camera and in a drawing, someone has to know who he is." I nodded, unable to speak. I swear to god if he hurt her in anyway. "Let's go run his profile on our database. I'll let you be there, but just this once, so you can have his name too. Maybe you can do more damage than we can." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She knew what I did, if it had been this long since her sister went missing and he's taken another, younger girl, it was likely her sister was dead. I didn't say it, couldn't and neither could she. We drove the last two blocks in complete silence.

When we pulled into the police station, we both jumped out of the car, eager for answers. O'era and I not talking to each other and saying minimal to the other policemen in the station. She pulled me into the back and up to one desk among many empty ones where a man was still sitting. O'era slammed the drawing on his desk, "Stephen, can you run this on the database for me? We need it ASAP."

He looked up at me, clearly tired, the bags under his eyes swollen and dark, "This for the Williams case?" So he knew who I was too? I was just relieved the word was spreading.

"Yes," O'era replied as Stephen looked at the picture. He shrugged his lanky shoulders and stood up. "Thank you, Stephen." He nodded and went into the back room. O'era looked at me sheepishly, slight smile forming for comfort. I didn't know whether she displayed it for me or for her.

Within minutes Stephen came back into the room, "You're going to want to see this."

"How many matches?"

"That's the thing, there's a lot, and they're all the same." O'era jumped from the desk she had been leaning on and practically ran into the back room, me not far behind.

"What the hell?" She whispered to herself once we got to the computer system.

"What is it?" I couldn't understand what it was saying on the screen.

"Either the guy has seven identical brothers, or he has eight different identities." She stared down the screen, hoping for answers, but none would come any time soon. "Trevor Smith, Lincoln Payne, Seth, Logan, Braden, Michael, Bradly, Jack. Sounds like a bad boyband if you ask me." She shook her head. "You can have these names for your own search. Make sure to tell me if you come up with anything and especially let me know if you plan on doing something stupid, got it?" She didn't look at me, too busy studying the names.

"Got it." I replied, still not fully grasping this information. Eight Identities. I started to back out of the room to go back to the dorm.

"Liam," I stopped, "He went by Trevor when I met him." She turned to face me, "You can count that as one of the fake ones."

"How do you know?"

"He wouldn't have given us his real identity. He didn't care about her that much." She looked down, "He probably didn't love her at all."

I didn't know how to respond so I thanked her and began my run back to campus. Seven identities. Seven possibilities for who he could be. But we had a face and someone would have to match the face to at least one of the names which would get us closer. At least that was all I could hope for.