“There is this three year old boy, the cutest I’ve ever seen, sitting in the ambulance waiting for his parents and sister. And someone has to tell him that they won’t come back. That he is on his own and that some stranger of child services takes him to a new home, maybe with family or maybe with complete strangers. All because of some freak, that killed his entire family. That breaks my heart Cath.” Sara said while she wiped away a tear from her cheek. “I’m not as heartless… as heartless as everyone thinks. When the whole Eddie thing happened, and you where threatening that woman, I was the one holding you back. But I was raging on the inside; I wanted to do the same thing to her just because she endangered Lindsey. I’m an emotional person, just because I don’t show it on the outside doesn’t mean that I don’t have feelings.”

“I wouldn’t say that you’re heartless or irresponsible, you’re just different than me.” Cath tried to explain herself.

“Then why did you call me irresponsible?” Cath wanted to interrupt me, but I wouldn’t let her. “Twice, Cath, you assumed twice that I was irresponsible, in a phone call that didn’t last any longer then a minute.”

“I’m sorry Sara, I already told you that I was wrong. It’s just that….”

“I’m the workaholic, with no family, no relationship and responsibilities.” I passed Cath and walked through the gate. The door slammed behind me and I sighed in relief, at least Cath wasn’t running behind me with her apologies.

I examined the crime scene, these people were pretty rich. It seemed as if they where the perfect family, although that is just something that an outsider like me would say. You never know what goes on in a family unless you’re in it yourself. I looked around, the garden borders where surrounded by a fence about six feet high. There were trees on both sides of the garden and behind me was the house. I couldn’t see the neighbour’s house so they probably couldn’t see me. The garden was completely private, which also meant that it wasn’t too cold in the garden. Each of the bodies was wearing a sweater. By the look of it they had been drinking some wine at the table; there were two glasses and an empty bottle on the garden table.