Previously:

"Right. The victim was found in one of the bedrooms on the floor next to the bed." Cameron fell silent, and Kirsten guessed that he was scrolling through the photos. She opened the door and emerged in her catsuit.

"What? No, it's not that, it's this." He held up the tablet to show her. "Lisa Smith worked for Richard and Julia Goodkin. My parents."

"I actually work with Cameron. That's also where we met." Kirsten said.

"So you're also a neuroscientist?"

"Actually I'm going for a doctorate in computer science."

"So you work in the IT department?" she scoffed.

She looked at the directory and quickly found the office. Knocking at the door, she found it open. Poking her head in, she found Jason Sampson on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

Kirsten was too shocked to do anything. He was kissing her. According to everyone else, this wasn't their first kiss, but their second. She didn't remember the first one. She started kissing him back, moving her hands up to his neck.

Kirsten rolled her eyes playfully. Cameron straightened and twirled her around in a circle, making her laugh. They were both smiling and laughing like idiots, dancing around like they were in a grand ball in the front yard.

Marcus was turning around when the glass snapped and Lee was holding a large sliver of the crystal like a knife.

"Lee, what-"

Lee shoved the shard of crystal into Marcus's ribcage, effectively cutting off anything he was about to say.

Kirsten flinched, feeling the pain Marcus did. Gasping, she typed in her pincode rapidly and bounced.

They barely made it to the apartment before she turned to Cameron and grabbed his shirt roughly and brought his lips to hers. He made a noise of surprise, but quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

She had her fists clenching in his shirt, not letting him move an inch. His lips were warm and soft, and his hands were toying with the hem of her shirt in the back. He swiped her lip with his tongue, asking for entrance which she gladly granted.

Without breaking away, he opened the apartment door and pulled her inside, slamming it shut and pinning her against it.

A small part of her wondered if this was real. She hadn't been sure for the longest time that this is what she wanted, but now that it was happening it was all she cared about. Not dead housekeepers or lawyers or a stitch lab, but Cameron. This was exactly what she wanted.

There were multiple emails from one Richard Goodkin, with the subject title of 'private'. Kirsten clicked one open.

"Richard Goodkin knew about the murders. He was involved." The words came out in a rush, and his eyes widened.

"No way. My father is a class A douche, but he's not a murderer." Cameron said, taking a step back.

I can't tell you who started it or who is in it, but I can tell you why we started it." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "The poverty rate was increasing, and the upper class was declining. The bloodlines were becoming…diluted. Our children were marrying street rats and prostitutes instead of those that were rich and had good standing."

"So you decided to kill them for not having the right pedigree?" Fisher asked, disgust obvious in his voice.

"At first we didn't. We were a committee, and we called them in to tell them to stop seeing them or else. But after a while we were forced to take more drastic measures. The kids weren't taking us seriously, or just running off and abandoning the family completely."

Fisher ended up being able to get Lee Sampson convicted of First Degree murder and conspiracy to commit murder, and he ended up with a life sentence. They still didn't know who was actually behind the killings, but Lee and Richard were a big part of the mystery organization.

Richard Goodkin was convicted of conspiracy to commit murder and accessory to murder. He was sentenced to 25 years with the possibility of parole.

Cameron took Kirsten on their first date to a restaurant downtown, and there were many after that. Kirsten was happier than she ever remembered being. Cameron was a permanent fixture in her life, and she wouldn't have it any other way.