Antonia 'Skye' Sterling stood over the body of Jacob Lombardi, and shook her head. "You've gotta be kidding me, Logan. This guy's full of holes."

Logan sniffed arrogantly. "That's how they usually are, Sterling. Wife got it worse. Lady down the hall said that it was El Diablo."

Skye laughed. "Please say we're not blaming this one of the devil, too. I would actually like to close the file. Where's the kid?"

Logan walked her down the hall. "You'll close this file, Sterling. Kid's pretty scared." He flipped open a notebook. "His name's Cal. About 10 years old: he's not saying much either."

Skye rolled her eyes. "GOD, you detectives are all a like. The kid probably saw his parents get shot, and he's in shock." She walked up to him, and brushed the hair out of his eyes. He was a chubby kid, wearing a pair of shorts, and a red shirt. His eyes were red from crying, which made his cheeks puff out even more. He kinda reminded Skye of the Pilsberry Dough Boy. She looked down at his hands, and noticed a white powder. She turned around to Logan, and scowled. "Please tell me that this is powdered sugar from a doughnut, and you didn't test him for gun powder residue."

Logan leaned up against the wall, disgusted at her. "He's the only one home. You think we aren't gonna test him because he's a kid. Last week, I arrested a 15-year-old for murder. Don't give me that crap that kids don't kill."

Skye walked up close to Logan and pinned him against the wall. "I expect you to do your job, and try not to solve a double homicide before the bodies are in the morgue just you want to have a decent lunch break."

"We're gathering evidence, Skye. Don't go flippy because he's a kid," stated Logan. He looked at her as if to say 'ya gonna let me breathe'. She backed away and returned to the boy.

Skye turned to Cal, smiled warmly, and offered her hand. "Hey, let's go get some breakfast. You have breakfast yet?" He took her hand, and walked out with her.

They got to the front stoop, when Skye's beeper started to go off. She sat down on a step and read the display. "Great, it's Samantha. Anyone gotta a phone?"

An older gentleman with a fedora, wearing a rumpled suit, handed her his cell phone. "Hey you are, madam," he said with a tip of his hat. Cal looked up, in shock as he saw Fisher talking with the lady lawyer. Fisher turned towards Cal, and patted him on the head. "Don't worry, son. Everything will be all right."

Skye accepted the phone, graciously. "Thank you. This is a life saver." She dialed, and got a response on the first ring. "Yeah, Samantha...whatcha need?"

"Actually, Mrs. Sterling. You're gonna need more then a phone for a lifesaver," answered Fisher.

She didn't hear him, but heard Samantha talking: "Listen, the 15th called. Some guy just killed his wife in front of their 14-year-old daughter. It's Sofia. I've already got her file waiting. They want ya to come and pick her up."

Skye smiled, as she pulled her hair in a ponytail. "Oh, the busy life of a District Attorney, and it isn't even noon yet." She turned off the phone, and handed it back to Fisher. "Ya know they didn't have this in the brochure when I started."

Skye looked at Cal, who looked back at her. "Don't suppose you could tell me who killed your folks?"

"Mr. Roarke's brother," answered the child, very softly. Fisher looked at him, and frowned.

"His name wouldn't be El Diablo, now would it?" Skye laughed, and led him to her car.

(9 A.M.)

The Precinct was enveloped in chaos and confusion.... normal for the place, but lousy if you were trying to find someone. Skye stood at the front desk, and glared at the fat Sargent sitting there. "Will it be sometime today? I'm here to pick up Sofia Kane."

"Look, Sterling...I don't make the rules. Lt. Doogan isn't here, or you could complain," explained the officer.

Skye huffed annoyed and looked down at Cal. "Don't suppose you could help out?" She smiled.

Cal looked around, and walked unnoticed under the counter and towards the back cells. A girl was sitting at the end of the hall. Cal walked, cautiously down at sat beside her. She looked over, at him, and nodded. Cal took a deep breath. "You Sofia?"

"Yeah," answered the little girl. "So?"

"My name's Cal. This lawyer named Skye and me: we're gonna get breakfast...you want some too?"

She shook her head. "Some fat cop gave me a doughnut. It was stale."

Cal made a face. "Well, you wanna come anyway? She's paying for it, and a friend of mine, Harry, he always said that it would be rude to turn down a woman's offer to pay for a meal."

Sofia frowned. "He said that?"

Cal shrugged. "I don't know. Half the time, he talks just to hear his own voice. Anyway, I'm hungry, and I'm having a bad day. My parents got killed."

Sofia hung her head. "My dad shot my mom." She got up off the bench. "Let's go."

(12 noon)

Skye sat at her desk, opening her mail while Samantha read off her messages. "Well, I can say that you have the basic fan club of the month. 4 'I'll kill you's', and 28 'I'll sue you. I'll tell ya, Skye. You'll end up like Karen Silkwood."

Skye Sterling

Skye sighed. "Samantha, Karen Silkwood went after a nuclear company. She wasn't an EADA in Manhattan."

Samantha laughed. "Anyway, I gotta a lead of a relative for that Cal Lombardi kid."

Skye smiled. "Wonderful. Who's the lucky soul?"

"A Travel Agency. Guy there's name's Fisher. He said bring the kid over. Seems little Cal's uncle owns some island off the coast of the Bermuda Triangle," giggled Samantha. "Talked to the Uncle: He sounds cute."

Sky glared at her assistant. "Well, for once we have good news, and I don't mean that you think some hermit in Bermuda is cute from his voice."

Samatha smirked. "Excuse me. And when exactly are you and Detective Logan gonna go out?"

Sky sighed, heavily. "Not after what happened this morning."

Samantha frowned. "And, Sofia's father made bail. She wouldn't give them a statement."

Sky pounded her fist on the desk, grabbed her coat and hurried out the door.

"What about the kid?" shouted Samantha.

"I'll take him over there when I get back."

(1:30 P.M.)

Logan closed the file, and looked, sympathetically at Sky. "Listen, I want this guy put away as much as you do, but we can't do it...if we don't have enough evidence."

She was astonished. "I have 5 abuse reports in my files alone. There are pictures sitting in Manhattan General of when he decided to use her as a punching bag. I have a coroner's report from the autopsy of the mother. I have enough for a grand jury...arrest the asshole NOW, Logan, or you can have fun in Staten Island as a beat cop," she yelled and jumped to her feet.

Logan looked up, growing more irritated by the minute. "Don't threaten me, Skye. You can only get so far with me."

She shook her head in disbelief, and waved it off, leaving the office.

Logan watched her leave, then opened his file again. The papers didn't interest him. He picked up the phone, and dialed. "Harris, put a tail on Kane."

(3 P.M.)

Skye walked back into her office. The first thing she noticed was that Samantha was missing from her desk. 'She's probably going for coffee or something,' she thought to herself. She sighed, as she walked through the door, and closed it. There was a folder sitting on her desk, so she picked it up and started to read it. A click caught her attention, and she looked up to see a man sitting on her couch across from the desk. He had a beard, and mustache. His hair was matted, and greasy. "Mrs. Sterling, I'm Carmine Kane."

Skye regard him, coldly. He looked like something out of the 'Village People' "I know who you are, Mr. Kane. Sofia isn't here, if that's what you want."

"They tell me that you won't let me near my daughter," he said mournfully. She had heard this speech before, and it still didn't move her.

"Get acquitted for your wife's murder, and maybe I will," she answered.

He frowned. "You gettin' smart with me, Lady?"

Skye sighed deeply and rose from her chair. "Mr. Kane. If I was smart...I would have gone into another line of work. The travel business, maybe." She heard the click again; a twinge of nervousness tickled her back. "Mr. Kane, you didn't bring a gun, did you?"

Kane shrugged. He pulled out a .38. Skye inwardly groaned. For once she wished, the budget would spring for video cameras. "Mr. Kane, that isn't going to work with me," she said calmly.

"I wasn't charged," he said mildly, making Skye all the more nervous.

"But there is evidence of abuse in the home. You will be charged with that and your wife's murder."

Anger spread across his face. "I want to see my daughter!"

"No, Mr. Kane," said Skye, defiantly. "You're a murder, and a wife beater. The next time you see your kid is when they strap you to a gurney in Riker's Island, and she gets to inject the poison that will kill you."

Down the hall, Cal was trying to pick a candy bar out of the snack machine. The secretary, Samantha, was growing concerned about him not showing a response to his parents' deaths. Cal wondered what she would think if he told her that it was actually his parents' re-deaths. He probably would be on the next bus for Bellevue.

The gunshot made him jump.

Cal ran into Sky's office, and hid behind one of the potted plants, just as the man ran out. He hit a button for the elevator, and boarded it as though nothing happened. Cal emerged from the plant, ran over to the fire alarm, and yanked it down.

As the alarm went off, he walked into the office carefully. The furniture was tossed around, the desk was over turned. He whirled around, as an operator urged him to please hang up the phone and try again.

Sky was lying next to the door. One hand on the phone: the other covering her face, covered in blood. Cal looked around, wishing for once that someone was around to help. He looked at her. "Listen, I never really knew how to do this. Angel showed me once how to lift a person's soul, but I've never actually done it. Don't know that she has, either. She had about as many jobs as me." He touched her nose, as a golden curtain circled her body.

Cal grabbed her shoulders, as Skye's spirit separated from her body. He pulled her out into the hall, towards the elevators, un-noticed by the approaching guards. He hit a button, and pulled her inside. He hit the first floor button, and sat beside Skye's body. A few minutes went by, then another, making Cal more anxious by the moment. The inside of the car seemed to groan as the temperature got warmer, and he could smell saltwater. He had to be really in for it this time. This 'do over' thing was for the birds. The door opened, and Skye disappeared in a golden shimmer.

Fisher walked in with a huge smile on his face. "Cal my boy. Welcome home."