Ambrosia fiddled with the Elias' journal in her hand but couldn't bring herself to open it. Ambrosia walked over to her dresser and slid into one of the drawers. She turned a spotted her purse resting on the floor, the tip of the yellow envelope poking out of her bag.

Elias knew what Ivy and I must have been up to.

Ambrosia took a deep breath a grabbed it before exiting her room. She walked down the hallway until she faced Ivy's door.

Ivy slowly opened her door and when she saw Ambrosia she quickly pulled her inside.

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The sisters sat side by side with the contents of the yellow envelope spilled around them. Notes, identification records, and pictures all spread out.

"Then Mr. Avril said to call him when we knew for sure they did it."

Ivy nodded and pulled out her phone. "It's them..." Ivy began and glanced at Ambrosia who's face was rather gloomy as she stared at the picture of Elias.

"Let's review the information," Ivy murmured while picking up Mrs. Henway's paper.

Christine Henway/ 41 / Female / 5'4 / 137lbs

Phone number: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Notes: Widowed mother of two children. Has worked as a private lawyer for the Samson and Orin Firm for 4 years. Previously lived in Michigan before her second husband passed away from cancer early in their marriage and moving immediately with one of her sons. Has a medical history of alcoholic substance abuse.

The document finished off by discussing other interactions with previous firms and her cases within Family Law.

Ambrosia picked up Elias' first document carefully eyes flashing over the page.

Elias Alec Henway/ 28/ Male / 6'3 / 185lbs

Phone number: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Notes: Son of Christine Henway and Richard Henway. Before his move, Elias has been admitted to two Mental Hospitals in Michigan through vigorous attempts of suicide. He attempted to bury himself alive. Psychological damage may have been caused by family matters and it suggested from his childhood writings while admitted in the mental institutions that this was "just the way he was". Medical history states he was identified to have borderline personality disorder from the age of 5, is prone to blackouts and gaps in memory when switching through "personas", doctor authorized pills have been prescribed to keep unstable moods down.

Ambrosia dropped the paper and looked over at the pictures taken.

Elias was carrying large bags and talking to men and handing them objects. One picture had him glancing at the camera his eyes looked void and Ambrosia realized that she had never seen this person before.

Another photo showed body its eyes gouged out and replace with rocks. His mouth was stuffed with plants and leaves.

Another photo a woman gruesomely cut open from the middle of the collar bone to her stomach.

An array of plants were sprouting from her as if someone had been growing...flowers from her decomposing corpse.

More photo's displayed Elias' darkness, growing stronger and stronger by each unholy murder.

Bloody hands and fingernails caused Ambrosia the shiver from the depth of her soul as she wondered how many times she had talked to him after he may have possibly murdered.

This was not the side of Elias she knew or the side he let her discover.

"He's not who you wanted him to be Ambrosia, he is crazy," Ivy muttered watching her sister sternly. Ambrosia nodded hypnotically circling through the pictures of him.

Ivy gave Ambrosia another picture one that was dated July 19th. Elias was working on the garden in the front yard of the house with his mother standing off the side speaking to someone else. in the second photo, Grandmother Hill could be seen looking over Elias' shoulder smiling at his work.

Ambrosia gasped and looked at Ivy, her eyes widened.

"He was here over the summer, with grandmother."

"And if he and Mrs. Henway were here, so was Tania and her husband."

Ivy replied and grabbed her phone.

"Wait," Ambrosia said sharply holding out her hand her eyes still glued to her sister.

"You were with grandmother over the summer did you not see them?"

Ivy's eyes slowly moved to look at Ambrosia and shook her head.

"Wh-who told you that?"

"Dad told me you were acting up in school so grandmother was going to set you straight over the summer," Ambrosia answered.

A small shell of discomfort circled the air between them. Ambrosia could tell that Ivy was hiding something.

"They must have come while I was in town running errands for grandmother, I didn't see them any other time," Ivy spoke cooly while taking all the pictures and piling them up in front of her.

Ambrosia said nothing and watched her slip the pictures back into the envelope.

"We have enough information to call," Ivy retorted as she began to dial on her phone.

A loud sound of glass shattering came from the hallway. Ambrosia and Ivy jumped to their feet and ran to the door to look outside. They watched das the maid ran to their father's door and Ivy bolted after her. Ambrosia closed her door and hurried after them and ran into the room.

Her father lay face down on the floor by his window glass and porcelain shards broken beside him.

"Dad!" Ivy shrieked throwing herself over his body and patting him frantically.

He didn't move.