mr. timmins? emily mullins was seen, waiting in a quiet spot until she was disturbed. seems like she was... waiting for someone. then you came along. i can understand how people might make something of a coincidence like that, under the circumstances. you're saying you were not there to meet with her? if i were meeting emily, would i arrange a spot where we could be so easily found by twister and alf? that sounds to me like the answer of a man who can turn a button into a shilling. i'm asking you to accept that i'm honorable in this, mr. timmins. interesting word, "honorable." not quite the same as "innocent." if you were the father of emily mullins' child, you would not sit before me now without every bone in your body shaking in fear. you would not dare look me in the eye, as you do now. but you do hold a secret about you, so i decided, there must be something else. am i right? i cannot say. you must. i cannot say. let me warn you-- i know my daughter. if you lose her trust, you will not get it back. i realize how this must feel, our laura. no matter how much you bel