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//Home: 6:00 PM//

Alex backed his car into the garage next to his wife’s car and shut off the engine. Sighing he laid his head against the headrest as his cell phone rang. He pulled it out and looked at it, Delaney was calling him.

“Thompson,” He said into the phone.

“Samantha and Heather.” Was all Delaney said.

“Ok,” Thompson said, opening the door and sounding confused.

“The Miller kids...” Delaney said, “Those are their names, also I just sent you photos.”

Alex walked into the kitchen of the home that he and his wife, Lilly shared. Lilly was standing at the stove, working on frying pork chops.

“How was your day?” She asked before turning around to see that Alex was on the phone.

“Where did you get that info at this hour on a Friday?” Alex asked.

“Well,” Delaney said. “Let’s just say I have some contacts.”

“Alrighty then,” Alex said. “Let’s get an amber issued; get thier photos out there. I want to find them as soon as possible.”

“Copy that Sarge,” Delaney said. “I’ll get posters out there.”

“Ok,” Alex siad, giving Lilly a kiss on the top of the head. “Keep me in the loop.” Alex put his phone away.

“What was that all about?” She asked.

“Fire rolled up on a fully engulfed home out on the township, by the time they had gotten the fire extingushed, the house was total loss. On investigation, we found the bodies of a male and female both shot execution style on the first floor of the house...” Alex paused. “They have two kids and we can’t locate them...”

“Was that the fire that I heard about around lunch time?” Lilly asked, getting plates out of the cupboard.

“Probably,” Alex said. “They called it a second alarm almost immediatly because of the location... Just rural enough for hydrants to be too far away to run lines to...” Lilly handed him a plate, and he carried it over to the table and sat down. A few seconds later she sat down herself and sat silverware down next to Alex’s plate.

“Any clue where you guys should start?” Lilly asked.

“Other than finding the kids,” Alex said, popping some green beans in his mouth. “Not a clue...”