As she was hanging it up, she heard Craig call from the room, “Do you mind if I turn the news on? I want to see if they are talking about our case again.” “No, I don’t mind.” Emma took her hair all the way down and washed off most of her makeup, then contemplated taking a bath. She eyed the tub, wishing they’d gotten a bigger one. In the back of her mind she thought idly about the fact that she had a brother and wondered if they would ever find him. She looked up at a thump from the other room. Craig called to her, sounding nervous. “Emma, oh my God! Jerry!” She rushed in, looking at the TV. The camera panned over an apartment building. “Jerry what?” He looked at her, eyes haunted. “They just showed Jerry in front of one of the apartments. His date tonight lives there. When he went to check on her, the door to her apartment was standing open. The place was ransacked and the walls are painted in red paint ... or blood.” Emma’s eyes went wide and she grabbed for her phone.
