"Mom? You've met Laura's husband haven't you?" Isaac asked tentatively.

Mrs. Hanson looked up from the pot of mashed potato's she was cooking. She gave her son a questioning look while she swept a piece of hair from her face. "I think I met him once or twice…" She answered slowly. "Why?

He shrugged his shoulders dully. "I met him today… and there's something… odd about him."

She smiled, "You've been watching too many movies again, Ike?" She chided gently.

But Isaac shook his head roughly. "No, there's really something about him, that's just… ugh!" He said shivering lightly.

A feeling stirred in the pit of her stomach, she had had the same feeling when she met Laura Davidson's husband. He was cold and distant, but she passed it off as him just being a recluse. But having her son admit to having that same feeling worried her.

"Maybe we should invite them over to dinner one night." She announced brightly. "He just might be a bit shy."

Isaac gave her a look of disbelief but nodded his head just as well. "Okay." He agreed reluctantly.

Getting up he started walking away when his mother called to him to get his brother's to help him set the table. Rolling his eyes, he went in search for the evil pair.

That night settled in his bed, the wail of ambulance sirens jerked Isaac from his bed. Zac and Taylor were right next to him when he looked out their window.

"Mommy!" A child's voice shrilled in terror.

The trio stared at each other for half a second before running out the door to see what happened.

Avery and Jessica were holding hands and panicking, while Mackie and Zoë were both crying in confusion and fear.

Arms were wrapped around bodies, ushered into their parent's bedroom and sat upon the bed. Hushed tones were used while talking and trying to comfort.

"Ike, get some pants and shoes on, and come with me." Mr. Hanson said calmly.

Nodding sharply, Isaac stood up. He kissed his mother's cheek and departed to his bedroom before re-emerging and following his father downstairs.

They walked out into the chilly night air and met with an officer and an EMT. Before words were spoken, Isaac watched as Mr. Davidson was being led from his house in handcuffs, while a stretcher with a body covered was wheeled out behind him.

The reality was known before it was even verbally announced.

"You know the Davidson's?" The uniformed man asked coldly.

Mr. Hanson nodded, "I've met them on occasion."

"Anything seem out of place with them? Any odd behavior or anything?"

Isaac shook his head 'no.' "No, nothing." He choked out; a vile taste was growing in the back of his throat.

The officer gave him a skeptical look but continued on, "Do you know what Mrs. Davidson did?"

"She owned 'Laura's Lair' down on North Thompson." Isaac answered weakly.

"Popular shop." The cop remarked dryly. "But you didn't know about him hitting her or anything?" He asked them both.

They both shook their heads sadly.

"Okay then." He said flipping his notepad shut. "There may be more questions that you and your family will be asked." He warned. "But I don't think there will be."

With that said, he walked away, and the cars started to disappear, almost as if they had never been there. The neighbors started returning to their homes, and Mr. Hanson and Isaac returned to theirs. Guilt plaguing them all, for shielding their eyes to the obvious. For allowing such a thing take place, and never doing anything about it until it was too late.