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/Tracy's POV/ Since Stacy left in the morning Chris and I have been busy looking for the connection between my dad, Aljendro and Joe. And finally we found it. "I don't believe it" I declared to Chris immediately I saw the connection we've been looking for. "Why not...it does explain the familiar feeling you had with Alejendro when you saw him- "It's crazy Chris...I can believe the three had been best friends since middle school. Alejendro killed my father...isn't that like saying his best friend killed him?" I asked Chris and he sighed as we both stared at the 40year old picture of my dad and his high-school friends. "It's the sad truth Tracy also, the three of them were co-workers. They worked for Fredrick, your dad and Frederick were in the same department in Alejandro's company-