A month after her death, I found no more big discoveries. It was like the murderer covered all his tracks. I put my head in my hands as I tried and tried to think. The pictures barely helped anymore. I searched every inch of them and found nothing.

When I went down stairs to eat my lunch my mom asked, "You still investigating?" And I said yeah and she said, "Why don't you just trust the police?" I had to think about that one for a bit before answering my mom.

"There's too much evidence to back me up. It all points to a murderer."

"Well," she said disappointed. "If your not gonna give this up why not at least give the Turners these nice brownies I made them?" Oh my. My moms brownies are the most best in the world. But giving them to the Turners? I've been trying to avoid them.

"Oh fine." I said. "Only if you give me the left overs." I got the grabbed the plate full of brownies and headed down to the house I've been avoiding.

When I got there, there were cars parked all around their house. I walked up to the door and knocked. I woman I did t recognize answered the door. "Oh, uh hi. Are the Turners here?" I asked.

"Oh yes." She said calmly. "They are grieving because it's been a month since their daughter died. Very sad isn't it?"

"Yeah." I said sadly. She welcomed me in and there I saw them, puffy eyes and red faces sitting side by side.

"Oh May." Her mother said. "I'm so glad your here." She stood up and gave me. A bear hug.

"Yeah. I'm here to give you these brownies my mom made." I said trying to be appropriate for their feelings.

"Thank you." She said and took the brownies and put them on the table. I told her I had stuff to do and that I was sorry. As I was about to go out the door, a man rushed through and said "Sorry I'm late."

He took off his big boots and rushed into the living room where everyone was sitting. I stared at me he boots. Big, about the size of the print. I quickly. Took one and quietly left the house.

I brought it outside and found a squishy spot on the ground. I took a picture of the boot before I squished the bottom into the Earth. I stared at the print. I took a quick picture and quickly and quietly snuck the boot back into its place. I think I found him.