Melody had jumped off the building in a red dress. That was the reason why Evelyn didn't like red dresses. He should have known that sooner

If one thing was clear from Carlos' account, it was that Melody and

Evelyn cared for each other deeply.

“Are you sure it's Napier?" Carlos asked.

“Pretty sure. I caught a glimpse of his face when we fought, but he escaped. The police chief's Last name is ‘Travis, ' too. Do you think there's a connection?" That was the key to the mystery.

Sheffield had started patrolling the streets at night, hoping to draw

Napier out.

At last, they had some measure of success. Last night, in the wee hours, Napier popped up near Sheffield's old apartment.

The two of them fought with each other again. However, Napier was nobody's fool. He figured out Sheffield had men waiting to ambush him, and escaped.

Sheffield wanted to catch him, but this guy was too quick. He pulled out a knife and slashed at Sheffield's midsection. The CEO sidestepped it and managed to pull off the man's mask

The moment the mask was pulled off, he recognized him. It was the man who he had beaten in Evelyn's apartment some time ago.

“Chief Travis...‘ Carlos pondered. It was a very important question

"Probably," he answered. The cases of Evelyn's murdered exes were unsolved. Napier couldn't have gotten away with it, unless a cop helped him out. This “Chief Travis" could be the one doing it.

“Chief Travis retired a year ago. I'll go see him tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

In the living room of the Hilton family manor, a white piano sat by the window. That night, Sheffield and Gwyn were sitting in front of the piano. The father was gently imparting his musical knowledge, while the child Listened carefully.

After he got up that morning, he decided he'd teach Gwyn how to play the piano.

“This finger goes here. Now press... Well done! Now put your hand here and press the key with your index finger. That's right! Gwyn, you're amazing.”

Evelyn watched the two, a warm feeling in her heart. She knew at this age, Gwyn didn't have the hand size or manual dexterity needed to actually play the piano. But still, that didn't stop her from trying

The proud mother took out her phone and snapped a picture of father and daughter.

Gwyn could play a super-simple melody, using many of the same keys over and over. It sounded okay as long as she maintained the right cadence.

But the lyrics to the song were another matter. She made sounds approximating the words

Sheffield corrected her.

"Look at my mouth. Twinkle, twinkle, little star... Can you try? I'll repeat it for you. Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

After repeating the lyrics several times, the little cutie learned it well enough.