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Episode 127

Scene 1:

"Says his name is Chris Mason," the policeman offered.

Jude glanced over at Jamie quickly before returning his attention to the cop. "My nephew's name is Chris Mason. Are you sure this is the same person?"

"As sure as we can be without an ID from you."

"I'll ID him," Jamie said through gritted teeth.

"And you would be?"

"If he's Chris Mason, then I'm his father. Jamie Mason." The cop flushed darkly, embarrassment flooding his features.

"I'm sorry-"

Jamie waved off the man's apology. "Don't worry about it. You couldn't have known I would be here. I'm curious though, why you brought him to Mr. Fontaine instead of to his home or his grandmother's home."

"He said you were off on vacation with your wife. We tried Mrs. Mason, but she was at the Country Club. When we passed by here on our way out there, he saw Mr. Fontaine's car," he explained. "That's when he said Mr. Fontaine would be able to vouch for him and take him off our hands. He wasn't really doing anything wrong..."

"Just dangerous and stupid," Jamie said cutting the man off impatiently. "Well, I guess I need to go take my son off your hands."

Jamie was gone before Jude could say anything about being cool or giving him any advice at all. Probably for the best, Jude decided getting comfortable at his new desk. What did he know about raising a kid anyway? Especially a teenager. He shifted his attention back to the matter that had been weighing on him all day, all week if he was honest with himself. Maura Conlan. She occupied his mind despite his efforts to concentrate on other things. What was it about her that made him behave like an idiot, throwing himself at her constantly only to be rejected when he got too close?

That was an easy one. She was beautiful. Not beautiful like Jillie or Liza Gennaro, who looked like models no matter what time of the day. Maura's beauty was further down. When she smiled at him, she meant it, even if those smiles were rare as of late. When Jillie smiled at him, she wanted something. That was the kind of woman that turned him away. Maura was never like that.

Of course, who could deny that all men wanted what they couldn't have. Maura had taken herself out of his reach too many times to count but he still wanted her. He paid attention the last time she had pushed him away and left her alone as best as he could. Fate, though, was being unusually cruel by throwing them together again and again. Fate. That was funny. Try Kevin Conlan. Kevin had it in his head that his daughter and Jude should be together despite what they each told him separately.

He leaned back, lost in thought, oblivious to his new visitor at the doorway until he spoke. "Place looks good. Almost like you're king of the world."

Jude started at the voice, shaking his head with a grin at the sight of Kevin Conlan in his doorway. Thank you again, Fate. "Hello Kevin," he said half rising from his chair.

"No, no.. Don't get up," Kevin replied waving him back down. He took a step into the office, admiring it briefly. "I just thought I'd drop by and have that meeting with you now."

"Now? What about Maura? Shouldn't she be a part of it?"

"In theory. May I?" Kevin nodded to the sofa just inside the doorway. He sat down with a heavy sigh, enjoying the comfort of it. "Now this is a couch."

"Yes, it is," Jude noted dryly. "So, in theory Maura should be here....and yet...here you are, alone."

"Yep. Look, I'll be blunt with you Jude. I like you, I think you know that. Maura likes you...you know that too. I want Maura to be happy and I don't think she's happy at all running Connie's. She's there because I needed her to be there ten years ago. In the meantime, she's wasted her life away taking care of me. It's time she stopped taking care of me and taking care of herself."

"I agree."

Kevin grinned in response. "I knew you would. I want to take Connie's over from Maura so she can have her own life. She's got plenty of money saved she won't have to work for a while...at least until she figures out what she wants to do. But if I take over without Maura thinking it was her idea, she'll think it was because of Gina or something stupid and not budge."

"She has some strong feelings about Ms. Corelli," Jude offered. "I would be inclined to agree with you on that point as well."

"Well, this is where I need your help Jude. Maybe you could talk to her about leaving Connie's? She listens to you. She used to listen to me but ever since Gina..."

Jude sighed, rubbing his eyes. Thank you Fate. How could he say no to Kevin, especially when he knew that, fundamentally, Kevin was right? "All right. When?"

"Tomorrow night."

"I can't. The Mason Foundation is hosting a charity ball...," Jude began.

"I know. We're going. You can pick up Maura at the house around seven," Kevin interrupted getting to his feet. Jude's head jerked up in alarm. What did he just say? "She's wearing pink...so maybe a rose or something wouldn't be too inappropriate. Butter her up a bit too. See you tomorrow...and thanks Jude," Kevin added, giving Jude a wink while he was still dumbstruck.

Fate 3, Jude Fontaine 0.



Scene 2:

"Absolutely not!"

"Why not? It's my right to choose who I want to take and I choose to take Tiffani as my date to the charity event," Dane insisted trailing after Gwen into her office. All he wanted was to take someone to the Moonlight & Roses Ball who would keep him entertained. It wasn't as if he had suddenly announced that he was going to start dating his cousin. Gwen was just being stubborn. And...and imperial! Yes that was it. Acting like she was Queen of Everything.

"You are not going to take that...girl. What could you possibly thinking, Dane?" Gwen whirled on him, her hand twisting the diamond bracelet on her wrist in an endless circle. "Are you trying to embarrass me? It's bad enough I have to deal with your sister's abominable behavior. And Jamie's poor excuse of a wife has gone and disappeared on him..."

"I thought she was on vacation," Dane interrupted.

"Oh, I'm quite sure she has taken my granddaughter and hidden her away in the Canadian wilderness. Honestly, she has not been the same since Jamie brought her here..."

"Oh you're so full of it, Gwen. Now come on, Michaela would not do that. It just isn't in her," he argued. "You're just annoyed because she won't behave the way you want her to."

"That is not true. But Michaela is not what we are discussing is she? No, we're talking about your new friend, Tiffani. She spells it with an i doesn't she?" Gwen shook her head disapprovingly. "Honestly Dane, what happened to Vivian Marek? Why couldn't you have asked her?"

"Because...I doubt she would have said yes for starters," he pointed out. He liked Vivian well enough, she was easy on the eyes, but she had made her distaste for "men like him" quite clear.

"That's ridiculous. You don't know that she would have said no. Dane, I know you're still upset about that reporter dying but it's getting a little out of hand here."

"Leave her out of this," Dane snapped, letting his defenses take over. "She has nothing to do with this and you know it."

"Fine. Call Vivian and ask her to go to the ball with you." Gwen pushed her phone towards him. Dane stared at it for a moment before shaking his head.

"No. She doesn't want to date me, Gwen. Have you been listening at all?"

"Why wouldn't she want to be seen with you? I think you're making excuses," Gwen scolded. She picked up the receiver and handed it to him.

"I'm not 'street' enough for her," Dane replied. He set the receiver back down. "And I'm not about to go ghetto for Vivian Marek."

"Street? What does that mean exactly?"

"It means, Gwen, in plain language that I am not her type, all right?" He threw himself onto her divan. He had made an attempt to ask her out once but she had rebuffed him quite nicely. He hadn't even realized she had turned him down until he had walked away. That had been a blow but probably all for the best. Vivian wasn't his type any more than he was hers.

"That is absurd. You're handsome, wealthy, amusing...I don't understand why any woman would turn you down," Gwen maintained. She sat next to him and patted his knee affectionately. "Let me help you, Dane. Let me find a woman worthy of you. This Tiffani will not do at all."

He gazed at her suspiciously, trying to gauge whether she had some scheme in the works she wasn't telling him about. God knew she was capable of them. "I happen to like Tiffani," he muttered.

"Of course you do. But she'll embarrass you in front of your friends. Do you want that?"

Dane rolled his eyes at Gwen's line of reasoning. Tiffani might be a little on the dumb side but she had taste. Okay, a little taste. A sudden image of her answering her door in an animal print dress assaulted him and he squeezed his eyes shut rid himself of it.

"All right, you win! I won't take Tiffani. But I'm not calling Vivian Marek either," he declared.

Gwen smiled and patted his cheek. "Of course not! I have someone else in mind anyway."

"Who?"

"Liza Gennaro," Gwen answered. She stood quickly and went to her desk, picking up the phone once again. Dane leapt from the sofa grabbing the phone out of Gwen's hands.

"What?! Are you aware that is the woman Luke has been making a fool of himself with?"

"Yes. But Liza deserves better than Luke Conlan. She deserves someone like you. I happen to like her and I think she would make a far more interesting date than Tiffani. Will you let me make this happen or not?"

He released the phone handing it back to her. Hallie wouldn't like it at all. But he was dying of curiosity about Liza Gennaro. What exactly was it that she had over Hallie? He shrugged his assent to Gwen. Let her make a date for him. It might prove to be the most interesting thing that would happen to him all year.



Scene 3:

Dr. Albert Adams was an imposing man of middling stature. At fifty-nine, he was mostly bald, though a few white tufts of hair grew right behind his ears. He wore bifocals, and he could often be seen cleaning them with the corner of one of his cardigan sweaters. It wasn't so much a nervous habit as it was an absent-minded task he went about whenever he was deep in thought. All in all, he resembled someone's sweet, aging grandfather. A man of benevolent nature, who might offer you a glass of iced tea while you sat and listened to him reminisce about the days of yore.

In truth, Dr. Albert Adams was anything but. His beverage of choice was rye whiskey, and he was about as likely to reminisce on the "good old days" as he was to strap on a beret and make an appearance at the Friday Night Poetry Slam at the coffee house on the north side of campus. In the classroom, he demanded no nonsense from his students. In the field, he was positively ferocious when it came to details.

But despite his overbearing attitude, there were a few people around the world who held the professor in very high esteem. One such person was his very own colleague, Leo Kingston.

Looking around Dr. Adams' office, Leo lifted an aboriginal fertility carving from a shelf of random artifacts.

"Keep fondling that and Anjea just may smile upon you."

He set the carving down and cast a glance at his mentor. "Last thing I need," Leo murmured. "Though not of much consequence, since my love life seems to be D.O.A."

"What about that visit from the pretty little blonde?" Albert asked, folding his hands over his stomach as he leaned back in his chair. "Don't look like that, boy. News around her travels like wild fire."

"That pretty little blonde just happens to be my worst nightmare," Leo grimaced. "I wouldn't wish her on my enemies."

"Thus the heart speaks," Albert quipped wryly.

"You're a crotchety old man, and obviously going senile."

"Methinks you doth protest too much," the older professor chuckled.

"I wasn't aware you'd switched your field to literature."

"Romanticism is not delegated to literature alone," Albert stated. "If anything, art often imitates life."

"You must lead one hell of a life," Leo told him.

"I've had my share of loves," Albert grinned.

"One of them being the Eye of Hunab Ku?" Leo asked, lifting an aged book from the shelves that lined the office.

"The Eye of Hunab Ku," Albert repeated, his gaze taking on a mesmerized gleam. "Cast in solid gold, its vortex a diamond of singular perfection, rumored to have harnessed the energy of the Heavens. A mystical amulet touched by the gods and given to the Mayans as a prophetic tool." He smiled slightly and shook his head. "It is but a myth."

"You believed in it, at one time," Leo pointed out.

"At one time, I was a foolish young man - much like yourself," Albert countered.

"I remember a time when you would have staked your reputation on its existence."

"I did stake my reputation on it. And look where it got me. I was a fool to dedicate so much of my life to its pursuit. A pipe dream. That's all it is. All it ever was."



Scene 4:

The glory of putting together a charity ball had disappeared. Liza stared around the partially decorated country club ballroom with a bored eye. So what if she had a great job at last? What good was it if she was miserable because of the lie she had told Luke? What good was it if she allowed people like Hallie Lennox to bully her? Then again, Hallie had every right to be upset. Her husband was falling in love with Liza. If the tables were turned, Liza would have to admit that she might act the same.

"It's coming along," Gwen Mason said just behind her. Liza jumped nervously but offered a friendly smile while recovering from the unintentional scare. "I'm sorry, dear, I thought you heard me come in."

"You caught me daydreaming, Mrs. Mason."

Gwen arched an eyebrow, studying her face. "Did I? I hope it was a pleasant daydream at the very least."

"Ah...well, not exactly but it doesn't matter. So, you like the decorations so far?" Liza asked dodging any more inquiries into her thoughts.

"There are certainly a lot of roses," Gwen answered looking around the room. "Max Jency will be a rich man after this affair."

"He already is. But I think they are lovely." She took a few tentative steps toward the center of the room. "The buffet table will go here," she said pointing towards the back wall. "And the bandstand on the opposite side with the dance floor in the middle. If the weather holds, the doors to the terrace will be opened and the terrace will have tables and chairs for anyone wanting some air."

"It looks wonderful, Liza." Gwen walked to where she stood in the center of the room, surveying it with a practiced eye. "I don't think anyone could have done any better."

"I'm glad you think so," Liza answered.

"There is something I wanted to ask you about though...and I hope you don't mind. It is a rather personal question."

"That's all right," Liza said warily, wondering what exactly Gwen could possibly want to know. Any number of things were likely too personal for an honest answer. "Go ahead."

"I was wondering if you had an escort for tomorrow night, actually."

Liza breathed a small sigh of relief and shook her head. "If you count my big brother as an escort, I have one. I think he'd rather not show up at all, but I'm trying to drag him out of his anti-social mood."

"I see. Well, that is too bad," Gwen replied.

"If you don't mind me asking...did you have a reason you wanted to know?"

"I'll be honest with you Liza," Gwen smiled. "I was hoping to set you up on a blind date."

Liza grinned back, relief making her giggle. "Oh! Well, is he cute?" She joked.

"I think so. But then, he's my nephew, I'm a little biased."

Her nephew? That would be Hallie's brother... And Hallie wouldn't like that at all...

"You mean Dane Lennox?" Liza asked, hoping that she wasn't telegraphing her thoughts to Mrs. Mason. She would like nothing more than to give Hallie back a little of what she gave. And if being seen with Hallie's brother would do it, she was game. A brief flash of Luke crossed her mind, but she pushed it away. Thinking of him only made her resolve weaken. "I didn't think he would be without a date."

"He's not, but the woman he's chosen is entirely inappropriate." Gwen swept an appraising gaze over Liza. "You, on the other hand, would be a nice change for Dane. That is...unless you have a significant other to consider?"

Liza met Gwen's gaze head on, wondering if Gwen knew of her relationship with Luke. If she did, she was a superb actress. Somewhere, in the back of her mind she heard Luke telling her that Gwen and Hallie were both dangerous and manipulative. She would worry about that later.

"No, no one special for me. On second thought, Mrs. Mason...I think I will take you up on that blind date. Showing up at my first function as Director with my brother might be a tad embarrassing. I'm game as long as he is."

"He is," Gwen answered. "I think it'll be an interesting night for everyone involved."



Scene 5:

Jillie slammed the front door behind herself, thankful for the moment that Georgia was still at work. It wasn't that she was regretting her decision to be roomies. Not yet, anyway. The same might not be able to be said of Georgia herself. At least, not after she heard Jillie's latest news.

She hovered in the living room, mentally debating whether to grab a pint of Ben & Jerry's or try to drown her sorrows elsewhere. She opted for the latter, trudging towards her bedroom door. She kicked off her shoes once inside, her clothes following in a similar pile on the floor. Padding lightly into her bathroom, she turned on the hot water and let it begin to fill the bathtub, generously pouring in lavender bubble bath from a small decorative vial.

Pinning up her blonde hair, she grabbed a book - some trashy bodice-buster romance - as well as a couple of towels. Draping the towels over the shower rod, she gingerly stepped into the steaming water before sinking down into the vast foam of iridescent bubbles. She flipped through the pages of her book, but not even the troubles of a lovelorn, vapid eighteenth century heiress could take her mind off of the day's proceedings.

Sighing, Jillie tossed the book aside. There were more important things to think about, even if she didn't want to think them. Her mind reeled back an hour, to when she'd been standing in Rick's office as he reamed her a new one. Who knew her work as a photojournalist would call for so much time spent inside the four walls of an office? He'd never had a problem with her hours before. Of course, ever since he and Maura had returned from New York, she seemed to be the target of his ire. Every complaint laid on The Observer somehow could be traced back to something she'd done. Imagine that. He'd accused her taking advantage of her employment position. She'd accused him of being pissy because she wasn't sleeping with him anymore. That hadn't gone over so well. He'd told her he was putting her on probation for a month. Relegated to public relations pieces. First up, the Moonlight and Roses Ball. She'd told him...well, after a few well-placed expletives...exactly where he could shove his job.

She'd quit.

Georgia was going to kill her.

She was going to kill herself if she had to go back to Connie's.

At least she'd saved up enough to live off of for a few months. She'd blown her job at the paper. Somehow, she got the feeling Maura would be highly amused. Well, by the time she found out, Jillie planned on having a new job. Something much more exciting than covering the Conlan's Glen social event of the year. Just what it would be, however, she had no idea.


Scene 6:

Jamie didn't speak until they were back at the house and walking inside. He'd been preparing his speech during the drive, too angry to really let it out without thinking it through very carefully. His son had left the camp he was supposed to be staying at until school started in September and then had hitchhiked from North Carolina back into Virginia. He was damn lucky he hadn't gotten killed.

Chris brushed past him hurrying to the stairs in a rush to get out of Jamie's way. "Uh uh. You're not going anywhere until you explain yourself to me," Jamie said grabbing his son's arm and pulling him back into the foyer. "First of all, thank god you aren't dead, Christopher!"

"Don't call me that," Chris muttered. He scowled darkly at Jamie but planted himself firmly in the hall in front of Jamie. "I wasn't in danger, Dad," he added.

"No? You call hitchhiking with strangers all the way from Wilmington safe? I'm disappointed in you, Chris."

"What else is new?" Chris pulled himself free of Jamie's reach and stared defiantly back at his father. "I'm not the perfect kid you always hoped for, Dad."

"I never wanted you to be perfect. Responsible, yes. You have a lot of responsibilities whether you like it or not. You owe it to me and your mother to take care of yourself no matter what. You owe it to Jesse and Lily to be around while they grow up. Or would you rather put us all through that kind of grief?"

"What kind of grief? Geez Dad, all I did was catch a ride..."

"With strangers!" Jamie bellowed. "You are lucky to be here right now. What possessed you to leave camp in the first place? And why didn't you call me?" Chris stared at his feet, unwilling to offer an explanation. "So, you aren't going to tell me? Fine. Go up to your room and stay there until I call you down. Stay off the phone and I don't want to hear a sound coming from up there. Do you understand?"

Chris glared at him, " Yes sir," he muttered turning on his heel. He stormed up the stairs and slammed his door hard enough to make the pictures on the walls rattle. Goddammit, what had gotten into his son? Chris was a reliable, dependable boy with a good natured disposition. But now...now, he was angry and sullen about something. Jamie went to his office and picked up the phone dialing the home of Michaela's parents in Toronto. Her mother answered after three rings, sounding breathless.

"Oh Jamie!" She exclaimed loudly. "How have you been dear?"

"I'm fine, Gayle. Look, I really need to speak to Michaela. Please put her on the phone," Jamie said. He wasn't going to play games this time.

"Oh, I wish I could, but her father just took her and Lily to the mall..."

"Really? What's going on Gayle? And don't lie to me...just tell me the truth. Why is my wife avoiding me?" There was a short pause on the line. "Gayle?"

"Jamie, it's Gary." The deep baritone of Michaela's father hit him harder than he expected it to. But what had he expected? After weeks away from him and worse, weeks of being put off and ignored, he had half expected to continue being stonewalled.

"Gary...what's going on?"

"She doesn't want to talk to you," Gary replied.

"Why not?"

"I can't tell you that...that's not my place. Michaela will tell you in her own time...for now, son, I think you need to leave her alone. Give her some time to sort things out."

"Wait a minute! Sort things out? Have I done something wrong, Gary? Come on, I'm in the dark here. The last time I saw Michaela everything was fine."

"I can't tell you any more than I already have, Jamie. I'm sorry." Jamie dropped to his chair, bewildered and confused. "She's staying here indefinitely with Lily and Jesse. Maybe you could send Chris here for Christmas?" Jamie stared at his desk dumbfounded by the conversation. What was going on? "Take care Jamie. Give Chris our love," Gary added before the line went dead.

Jamie dropped the phone still not sure of what to think or do. Michaela wouldn't talk to him? And now she was planning on staying in Canada indefinitely with Jesse and Lily. Something wasn't right. He heard a small noise from the hallway and caught Chris staring at him with a strange expression on his face. He knew Chris well enough to see the guilt written in his eyes, mixed with sadness. Chris took a step back and turned slowly towards the staircase with a sorrowful backwards glance filled with pity.


Scene 7:

"What?"

"I said, I won't be taking you to the Moonlight and Roses Ball," Ian repeated carefully. Ellen's face flooded with color but her eyes remained calm and clear. "I'm sorry, but I've decided to take someone else...I hope you don't mind."

"You realize of course, that I'm not going to give you my proxy now," Ellen replied with a careful toss of her hair.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that. But I have bigger fish to fry, Ellen. It was a nice offer and, trust me, if this opportunity hadn't come up, I would have followed through. But this is a can't lose situation for me. You understand that I have to take it right?"

"Of course." Ellen's mouth tightened into a thin line. "But if you didn't want to go with me, Ian, you should have said something instead of making me think you would take me. You haven't changed a bit!"

Neither had she, Ian thought. He scratched his forehead trying to avoid her eyes. He really didn't want to see that look she had in her eyes whenever they spoke; the look that made him wonder if anyone was really home in her head. Just don't let her go psycho on me right now, he prayed.

"I don't know why I thought you had! You're still the same self-centered creep. I hope this woman that you're taking sees you for what you are!" Ellen hissed, before stalking away. Ian breathed a sigh of relief and watched her disappear down the hallway. Ellen Mason was certifiable, he decided shrugging off the thought of her and heading back to the ER. All that mattered was he finally had a woman who could get him into the right circles.

Rounding a corner, he heard a familiar laugh and held back a moment. Georgia was there, helping someone into a wheelchair. Ducking into an alcove where he could watch unnoticed, he listened to Georgia talk to the man with a familiarity that she didn't have in the ER.

"See, I told you you'd be out in time for that Ball tomorrow night, Jory! Now, won't it be exciting to show up there and thrill your family?"

"No, Georgia. I'm not going to that party. Don't lay your guilt trips on me," Jory replied sharply.

"Come on, don't be that way. What I went with you? Would you do it then?" She asked kneeling next to him. "I can be your support and your private nurse. That way when you're tired of it, all you have to do is tell me and I can act all official and sweep you out of there."

"You want to go don't you?"

"Am I that transparent? Yes, I do. And I want you to show your family that you're as strong as you ever were."

"You know if it were anyone else, I wouldn't do it. But I happen to think you've saved my life in a number of ways, Georgia. So I'll go. But the first sign of it being lame, we're leaving."

Georgia threw her arms around Jory's neck kissing his cheek. "Thank you Jory! This means so much to me. I promise you, we leave when you say so." She got back to her feet and pushed the wheelchair down the hall, past where Ian was hidden. His stomach lurched uncomfortably at the idea of Georgia with another man. Jory...

Had to be Jory Conlan, the saint of the ME fire. From all accounts, Jory Conlan was perfect and blameless. It was enough to make you sick. If Georgia wanted to be associated with that kind of nauseating do-gooder, what business was it of his, he fumed, stalking away in the opposite direction. He stopped at the end of the hall and glanced over his shoulder at Georgia and Jory who waited for the elevator chatting pleasantly. It wasn't his business, he reminded himself tearing his eyes away from her. Not at all.


Scene 8:

Leo slammed the front door behind himself, walking straight to the living room and tossing his work onto a chair before slumping down onto the couch. Sunlight streamed in through the open blinds, and he flung an arm across his eyes to block it out.

Almost as soon as he'd begun to breathe a little easier, the phone rang. Eyes still closed to soothe the pounding in his head, he reached across the cushions for the phone, remembering he'd tossed it aside earlier. His fingers curled around the cold receiver and he fumbled with the buttons for a moment before bringing it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Leo. You've been avoiding us."

The sound of that voice sent an unwanted chill down his spine. In the span of a second, the world seemed to stop. Which was a good and bad thing, Leo figured, since the pulsing in his skull ceased momentarily.

"I've been busy."

"Working, I hope."

"What else?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know," the voice replied wryly. "Does the name Jillian Conlan ring a bell?"

What was it today? Was she on everyone's mind? He knew firsthand how easy it was for her to get under someone's skin, but this was ridiculous. "She has nothing to do with anything."

"Pity.... She caused quite a diversion in the beginning, didn't she? Sorry to hear she wasn't worth it. Tell me you haven't fallen behind schedule."

"Everything is proceeding just as I promised," Leo assured.

"And Dr. Adams? Did you get the information you needed?"

Leo hesitated. Had he gotten the information? No. Trying to get anything out of him was like pulling teeth. The man wanted to talk about anything but the diamond. "It's going to take a little more time. He knows where it is. I know he does. I just...I just need more time."

"Time...is of the essence, Leo," the voice reminded him. "Don't forget our deal."
 

 

On the next Episode of Secret Horizons...

"Do you really think your brother is going to help?" Dinah asked beginning to pace nervously. "Because I'll be honest with you, Tyler, I don't trust him. Not at all."

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