Gerard thought about the situation all day at work. He was a little worried about him. Frank really was steadfast to staying home today. What was he doing? Before he knew it, the end of the work day rolled around. He punched in his time card and got into his old beat up car, going to the store before home. As he walked in, he could not have anticipated this. The living room floor was covered in papers and maps. Neon sticky notes covered everything, pointing out various things and marking down names that Gerard did not understand. The demon stood in the middle reading a document.
"Frank.. what is this?" he asked, dropping off the bags in the kitchen and slowly edging into the area, carefully avoiding papers spewed across the room. Frank broke his concentration and stared up at Gerard.
"I know who did it. I know who killed me. All of them. I think I know where they are, too! It's a gang in what they call 'downtown' im not sure what that means.. But they are called the UAX Kings.. "
"How did you even figure this out?" Gerard asked, bewildered. Frank grinned.
"Look. The cops narrowed it down between these guys and some other gang that lived close to the area. But, when I looked at these papers that I found over there-"
he gestured to the stack of newspapers that Gerard had thrown on the floor the night before
"I figured out that the leader of the gang over there was caught two days before.. I read more about them in.. this"
he pulled out yet another article
"and from that I really don't think that they would work without their leader. So it has to be them. Then with these pictures."
he ran across the room and picked up a stack, casually handing it to Gerard. When he turned it over he realized that they were crime scene photos, immidiatly cringing. Frank looked over his shoulder.
"See that cut from there " he pointed to his shoulder "to there?" he asked. Gerard nodded.
"Hold on." Frank said, running downstairs to retrieve something. Upon looking closer, he noticed marks on the paper in various places. Not ink or anything.. but wet dots. It took him only a second to notice they were tears. Frank had been looking at these photos and crying. It stung Gerard's heart. The contents of his stomach roiled as his eyes wandered the page. Blood. Everywhere. Frank eventually returned.
"So I called the number on the folder that the stuff came in.. did you know that if you talk them into it, they will deliver files? Don't be mad, but I signed your name on them. I hid behind the door so they wouldn't see my wings... But I got the folders on UAX Kings.. and that cut looks the same style as this one. It's from a Benchmade 32 butterfly knife." he said, "And apparently, my father figured this out too because he tried to defeat the right people."
"But Mrs. Iero said that they knew who it was and that it was filing mistakes or something?" Gerard questioned "She said that is how they didn't arrest them."
Frank rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Filing problems. More like a large 'donation' from the gang kept them safe."
Gerard was astonished. "They payed the cops off?"
Frank nodded before changing the subject.
"There are a lot of things that look the same between the cases, me and everyone else they got. The gang consists of four friends. Marco Velasquez Nathan Bronson, Mark Ryan, and Richard Vega.. They live somewhere near Solo Street in downtown."

Gerard sat on the couch next to him and let his eyes sweep over the mass of documents.
"But Frank, why did you go through all the work of figuring this out?" Gerard asked. Frank remained silent for a second before perching on the arm of the couch beside Gerard, letting his wings rest on either side, but not touch the seat. His voice came out low and changed from its confident manner from before, like a small child asking a parent. The nervousness remained unmatched.
"I want them dead."