"Okay. I'm feeling a little cabin fever. Let's go to Maine," Cairo suggested.

"What's in Maine?" Brian asked. It had been a few days since they'd seen Lacey, and he was beginning to feel a little stir crazy himself. So far, no on had seemed to figure out that he was in Toronto, and he was trying to keep it that way. He'd been hiding in their hotel ever since they'd arrived.

"Because I like lobster."

"What?"

"Actually, the people who spawned the devil live there."

"You want to interrogate Meagan's parents," Brian said.

"Let's see how they feel about her stealing my boyfriend," Cairo said, bitterly.

"You think they care?"

"I need to know if she has anything to do with this," Cairo said, Katherine's journal in her hand.

"Then let's see what we can find out."

* * * *

"So, this is where her parents live. Funny, doesn't look much like hell," Cairo mumbled.

"It never does," Brian flashed her a smile.

"Okay, let's be devious," Cairo said, speaking of their plan to deceive Megan's parents into getting them to spill about their daughter.

"Yes?" an elderly woman said as she opened the door. She was an older version of Meagan. Cairo was positive that they had the right house. She also seemed to fit in perfectly with the Cape-Cod charm of the small town, where Meagan had been raised.

"Hello. I'm Carla and this is Brett. We're looking for your daughter, Meagan. We are from her graduating class, and we are trying to organise a reunion," Cairo said, adopting immediately the slight dialect that she picked up from the people in the area.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear. She's in Europe right now, and she probably won't make it back for your reunion, either," she answered kindly.

"Perhaps you could answer a few questions, then? We are making a sort of report on everyone we graduated with. To catch up on things like what they did after high school and what they are doing now. You know, that sort of thing," Cairo said.

"Certainly."

"What is Meagan's current job?"

"She's the research assistant for a big-wig author, over in England. I'm so proud of her, getting that position, and seeing the world," her mother said. Cairo was puzzled. Meagan was the tour-director for the Boys, not a research assistant.

"Oh, so that's what she is doing. I had heard that she was working with a band on tour. Funny, the rumours that can get started," Cairo laughed, fishing for more.

"You know, I don't recognise either of you from Meagan's class. It's such a small town, you know. And it's only been seven years since she graduated. Why have a reunion now?" her mother asked.

"Why not?" Cairo asked, for lack of a better answer.

"Look, if this is about that trouble that Meagan had awhile back…She paid her debt to society and it's time for you all to stop hounding her with her past mistakes!" she yelled, slamming the door shut in Cairo and Brian's faces. Wordlessly, they made their escape from the angered woman and Meagan's house, and did not say anything until they reached the rental car.

"You missed your calling in life, Carrie. You should have been an actor," Brian gasped when they were safely in the car.

"If only I could have gotten more out of her…Why do you think they don't know about her position with the Boys?" Cairo asked, giving him a pointed look. Her cell phone rang, interrupting their train of thought.

"Kay, get back here soon. I pulled up the file on Meagan, and I want you as far away from there as possible."

"Lacey, just ell me over the phone," Cairo whined.

"No, it's too important. I think I may know the cause of your supposed infidelity, though."

"Okay, hold on. Brian needs to get to London, because the Boys have called a meeting, and Nick wouldn't go anywhere else. Is it possible for you to get there soon?"

"A couple of days, maybe. Four at most."

"We'll meet there, then. I need to go back to Brickwood for something, which is why I'm going," Cairo said, repressing a shudder. She quickly ended her conversation.

"Are you okay with going back there?"

"We all have to face our fears somehow," she shrugged, and then fell into a gloomy silence while Brian drove.

* * * *

The flight to London was long. Cairo, who had grown used to short flights between Toronto and Orlando, found that this was the longest flight of her life. She occupied her time by pulling out her computer, and hooked up a chat line with her agent to discuss her latest book deal.

Brian, who had been sleeping most of the time, woke up just as she was putting the computer away.

"Good news from the agent?"

"Yes. New royalty check coming in soon, which is good, because my bank account can't take much more of these Transatlantic flights," she laughed.

"This is going to sound rude, but I'm curious. How much do author's make?"

"It varies, depending on the book. If it's good, then you get more. Fortunately for my bank account, there's a lot of demand for my type of writing, because there are a lot of twisted people out there. My first sold to a publisher for a hundred thousand and ten percent royalty on what's sold, which was an amazing deal for someone who was just starting out. Now I range anywhere from seven hundred thousand to one point five million, per book."

"Wow."

"It's lucrative, but most of my money goes into property holdings. I own places everywhere."

"Real estate monger, eh? Why didn't you jump at the chance to own Brickwood?"

"It's old and scary. And now I hate it. There's something about it that scares the crap out of me."

"You know they will all be there, right?" Brian asked, suddenly.

"Yeah." Quietly.

"Including Nick.

"Yeah." Softly.

"He keeps saying he wants out, but I don't believe it. Nick in his right mind would not say that."

"I know. I won't be there. I won't see him. Not yet," she said.