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"I'm tired of waiting," Dinah announced throwing the magazine she had been flipping through aside in a heap. Tyler glanced over at Garcia who returned Tyler's gaze with one of impatience. Dinah wasn't very good at letting things happen, he was starting to realize. She paced the room pausing at the window and looking down at the street below. Tyler stood and joined her there, looking outward across the town.

"Nicky said he would be back," Tyler murmured in a low voice to keep Garcia from hearing every little thing they said. Nicolas might be his brother, but he wasn't above leaving them with a snitch. "He'll get things taken care of."

"Are you sure of that?" Dinah returned, leaning her head against the glass window.

"Why wouldn't he? For once, he really seems concerned about what happens to me...and to you," Tyler added nudging her with his elbow playfully. "Come on, let's just make the best of the situation."

"I just don't trust your brother, Tyler," Dinah said glancing over her shoulder at Garcia. "The guy left us with a bodyguard. He doesn't trust us why should we trust him."

"You seemed to be all for letting him help us in New Orleans. What changed?"

"He brought us back here!" She snapped angrily. "He brought us to the one place that is the most dangerous for you. Why would he do that?"

Tyler shrugged. "He has his reasons," he muttered. The fact was, Tyler had wondered that himself. Despite Nicky's constant reassurances that this was the place to clear all of this up, Tyler had a bad feeling about returning to Conlan's Glen. Nothing he could put his finger on for sure, but it felt wrong to him.

"What would he do if we left?" Dinah asked glancing at Garcia again who was now lounging on the sofa reading the newspaper. "Think he would come after us?"

"Probably...and where would we go Dinah? No one is going to want to help us," Tyler pointed out.

"Noah..."

"No way. Noah helped us when he shouldn't have and I'm not about to get the guy in any deeper than he already is," Tyler replied firmly. Truth was, he was sorry he'd gotten a good guy like Noah involved in this mess in the first place. He was sorry Dinah was involved too, but at least she had a say in the matter. "So just forget that idea. Besides, Nicky would find us eventually."

"Fine. So, no Noah. What about my sister?" Dinah pressed. "She might be convinced to help."

Tyler's forehead creased into a frown at the thought. "No way. Dinah, I like you just fine and you know I trust you...but I don't know your sister at all. So forget about that too. We'll just wait for Nicky."

"So I can trust your brother but you can't trust my sister? You're such a hypocrite, Tyler Jones." Dinah stalked away from him, going to the bathroom and slamming the door behind herself. Garcia looked up and gave Tyler a questioning gaze.

"Su novia segura es muchos de apuro," Garcia said with a grin. Tyler scowled darkly at the sound of the language he had left behind. He still understood though. Dinah was most certainly not his girlfriend even if she was a lot of trouble.

"Ella no es mi novia," Tyler muttered in return.

"Habría podido engañarme," Garcia answered with a laugh. Tyler frowned and turned back towards the window. What did Garcia know anyway? Dinah was a friend and that was all.



Scene 2:

She had somehow managed to make it out of the ballroom without being stopped and persuaded into another dance by yet another handsome man. What could she say, she was never one to refuse a pretty face. Finally, away from the many people and the many, many men, Vivian had air to breath. Stepping onto the deserted balcony her silver stilettos gently clicking against the cool marble she inhaled the heady scent of magnolias. Rick Upton, Andrew McCormick, names to remember, though Rick Upton seemed more her type. She felt school girl giddy with the excitement of the evening. From the time the invite arrived in her mailbox she had been dreading it and heavily debated whether to show up or not. And though the many socialites and debutantes were entirely full of crap, she muddled through it with a charming smile. And she knew she already had female enemies due to the many men who had quickly filled up her dance card, nothing she wasn't used to. Vivian sighed and leaned back against the balcony, eyes scanning the estate. Maybe this was a better choice, leaving Hope's Cove for Conlan's Glen. Maybe...

"Well, aren't you Scarlett O'Hara?" Nicky drawled from the shadow of the building. He stepped forward into the waning moonlight, sweeping a critical gaze over her. "Quite a show you're putting on in there. I wonder who the beneficiary of your performance is? Could it be that impossible dullard, Rick Upton. Very white bread...not really your style is he?" He'd waited for a long time to let her know he was here. This...party wasn't how he had planned it, but after witnessing her making a spectacle of herself he couldn't resist.

Her shoulders immediately tensed up at the voice, the Latin tainted accent. And somehow she had been anticipating this, it only seemed too likely they would get thrown back together, but her anticipation didn't quench her shock. For a moment, a very rare one, she was at a lose for words as she swept her eyes quickly over Nicky.

"Nicky," she finally breathed after feeling as though she had been holding her breath for quite some time. Why now, why when she was just beginning to settle in? "What the hell are you doing here?" she finally snapped, drawing herself out of her reverie.

"Enjoying the floor show," he replied. "And you? This doesn't seem like your...event. And honestly, Frankie...that dress is just on this side of slutty," he added glancing at the length of exposed thigh and breast.

Vivian glanced down at the dress absently, of course white wasn't her color, but that was the whole point. "Oh, give me a break Nicky, you would be all over me if we didn't have the history we had," she replied with a roll of her eyes. Even if she was still dating him he would throw a fit about the revealing number she wore. "Answer my question, what are you doing in the Glen? I find it very hard to believe you swallowed your overbearing pride and followed me here, so what are you really doing in Conlan's Glen, Virginia?"

"As a matter of fact, I had no intention of contacting you at all while I was here," he responded sharply at her harsh tone. "Tonight is an accident. But if you have to know," he added pulling out his cigarettes. "I came here on business." He pulled a cigarette out and lit it, offering her the box as he did so.

"No thanks," she replied dryly. "Well, how lucky, fate picked me as her bitch tonight." She knew he was lying through his teeth, why, because she would have done the same thing. Popped at some place she'd knew he would be in Hope's Cove then completely deny that she had any desire to see him. She knew though what she should do, leave. Of course, she rarely followed her head. "What kind of business?" she asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

He took a drag on the cig, studying her. She hadn't changed much from the street rat stealing to survive. She still had a way with words too. "I guess my business is two-fold," he said at last, ignoring her less than polite language. "I'm investing in a real estate venture and I'm helping someone close to me." There was no need in telling her the whole truth. That would do for now.

"Of course with you something that simple is only scratching the surface," she remarked, turning her back to him and resting her hands on the balcony. She felt a tidal wave of emotions at the sight of him, but what was she to expect. Nicky's survival mechanism was stoicism. If she had the strength to tell him the truth and then take his facade of indifference, she would tell him everything, but she didn't have that kind of strength, even though she knew there was more to Nicky than what he presented.

"Indeed," Nicky murmured, taking another drag. "What about you? How is small town Virginia life any different than small town Florida life? Oh wait, I forgot. Here you have millions and want for nothing. There...you were just with me. Big difference I guess."

Vivian cringed at that, surprised Nicky would even say that much. "You could have come with me," she snapped over her shoulder, refusing to look at him, keeping her eyes focused on some of the couples strolling along the many moonlit paths.

"You knew I couldn’t. But that is in the past."  He dropped his cigarette on the terrace and ground it out with his heel. He had no desire to rehash his supposed mistakes. "Let’s talk about the future. Which one of those lucky men in there is taking you home tonight? How about that Stephen Roth? He’s a bit of a rogue. Just about your type."

She quickly turned on Nicky, closing the space between them quickly. "Stop trying to imply I'm a whore just because you're bitter," she commanded, her green eyes glowing with the kind of anger only Nicky could manage to stir.

"I call them as I see them."

Vivian knew better than to let Nicky's words get to her, but it was difficult when he was aiming for a very vulnerable spot. And he was intentionally doing it, too.

"God, I hate you sometimes," she said, her voice a whisper, as she dropped her shoulders in seeming defeat.

"The feeling is mutual," he responded quickly. Nicky scanned the couples walking along the path beyond them. "I don’t know how long I’ll be here. There’s still something I have to do," he added thinking about Antonia Hamilton and her plans for his brother to rot in prison.

She looked up at him, well aware of the implications of his tone. "What should it matter how long you are here if you didn't intend to see me in the first place and this was merely a twist of fate?"

"I meant," Nicky replied, his lip curling in a nasty smile. "Just in case we run into each other again. I assume you do go out to eat every once in a while. I wouldn’t want you to be surprised if you should see me."  He narrowed his eyes at her. "Trust me, Frankie, I have no desire to resume our...affair."

"Being that it's such a threat to your masculinity that I now have more money than you," she snapped. Below the belt, but she was only fighting on Nicky's level.

Nicky shrugged. She did, he wouldn't deny it. But he earned his money. "I think on that charming note, I'll leave you to your party. As always Vivian," he said bowing low. "It has been a remarkable pleasure. And if I might add, Virginia suits you. Good night."  He turned on his heel and headed towards the french doors of the country club.

"What do you mean Virginia suits me?" she asked calmly, one eyebrow delicately arched in question. She watched him stop in his tracks and slowly turn around and she prepared herself for a biting comment.

"I mean," he said fighting his instinct to be nasty. "That you look beautiful in this setting. That’s all." She might be caustic and cynical, but Vivian Marek, a.k.a Frankie Jones, was always stunning

Vivian's brow furrowed in confusion. First, he was implying she looked like tawdry trash, now he was saying she looked beautiful. "You're impossible, Nicolas Tejera," she remarked, but with gentle affection. She looked him over, noting just how handsome he looked in a tux, but she preferred him in a shirt and shorts, when he was relaxed and comfortable. Her eyes settled on his, softening slightly, but she bit her tongue to keep from saying what she felt she should.

"That’s not the first time I’ve heard that from you," Nicky replied matching her affection. "If it means anything at all, I always thought you were impossible too." He didn’t really want to dredge up old memories of them together, but it was rather hard not to.

"You know how you said how Reese and Jay were too much alike, but then so were we, but if we were more willing we could make it work...I guess we aren't," she told him vaguely, though he knew exactly what he meant. Both of them had too much pride to admit any confessions of love to the other and it would probably always remain that way. Vivian trailed her hand down the side of Nicky's jacket, straightening it for him. She honestly just wanted the physical contact with him that she so desired.

"No, I guess we aren’t," he agreed. He caught a flash of diamonds on her wrist recognizing the bracelet he had given her just months before. "I thought you hated that thing?" He said raising an eyebrow at her. "What made you decide it was all right to wear it?"

Vivian felt her skin flush and was grateful for the darkness that hid it. The last thing she needed was Nicky seeing her blush, he wouldn't think it possible.

"I never said I hated it," she replied, evading his question.

"Could have fooled me. But...thank you for wearing it at any rate. At least it wasn’t a wasted gift after all." He paused, wondering what in the hell he was supposed to do. Frankie always threw him no matter the situation. "I’m thinking about staying here. Would that bother you?"

Viv looked up in surprised. "Staying why would that both---oh you mean long term, as in living in the Glen? What about your mother?"

"My mother will likely need more care than I can give her alone. I’m considering moving her up here to be cared for at Willow Bend," he explained mentioning the nursing home nearby. "And besides, I rather like this town. It has...potential."

Vivian eyed him skeptically suddenly feeling a fury build up in her. "So you have a damned hissy fit because I leave you in Florida because you can't leave your mother and for other reasons left unmentioned I'm sure and now you're intending to stay here!" she snapped, loudly, causing a few stares in their direction, but she paid it no mind. "You could just have easily left before with me if that's the case, so what are you really doing here? I know better than to think it's because of me, so what mess have you gotten yourself into now, Nicky?"

As she snapped at him in her fury, she felt rather heartbroken. She did know better than to think he left Florida for her, as if she were really that important to him. She had no doubt Nicky loved her, but Nicky's love for himself came before all others.

He narrowed his eyes, studying her brazenly. She was always a sharp woman. It was what had attracted him to her in the first place. That and a certain penchant she had for certain articles of clothing she liked to wear. But that was long ago and far away. This town was an altogether new experience and new start. He had visions of grandeur here that would never be possible in Hope’s Cove, not with the current political climate there at any rate.

"My reasons for leaving," Nicky said, emotion draining from his voice. "Are none of your business. However, I will tell you this much about why I’m here. It seems an associate of mine has gotten himself into a bit of trouble. I’m here to help that is all."

"And you intend to stay?" she stated in question. How was she going to get her self together and become what she wanted with Nicky around? It wasn't as if Conlan's Glen was large. And since fate had thrown them together now, it was sure to happen many, many more times. "Why Nicky?" she asked with soft exasperation. "You asked if it would bother me if you stayed and yes it would, but what does that matter. I'm surprised you even asked."

"Actually, I only asked to be polite. If I hadn’t seen you tonight, I wouldn’t have even bothered." He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray near the door. "Don’t worry, darling Vivian," he said in a mocking tone. "My business has nothing to do with you and I will do my best to avoid you. Just as you will do your best to avoid me. That is for the best isn’t it?"

"Now really Nicky you shouldn't even bother with being polite, I know you far better than that and I'm not going to go out of my way to avoid you because with my luck I'd probably see you more often," Vivian replied bitterly, before continuing on, "And why are you asking me if this is for the best, trying to be polite again? It doesn't suit you Nicky dear, not at all."

"Regardless of what you think, Vivian," Nicky replied coldly as he stared at her trying not to imagine her in his bed once again. "It isn’t all that easy to forget my feelings for another person. I imagine it would take quite a woman to make me forget you," he added softly before retreating into the crowd of dancers inside.


Scene 3:

Toni watched from the sidelines most of the evening as the elite of Conlan's Glen danced, drank, and generally enjoyed themselves in the name of missing children. Nice of the Foundation to host a fundraiser for The National Center for Missing and Exploited Children...but did they have to be so pretentious about it? At least they were acting like pompous fools for a good cause. Sliding past a knot of debutantes, Toni fell into line at the buffet table. She picked up a plate and studied the dishes in front of her wishing for a platter of cheeseburgers to appear at the end of the table.

"So much to choose from, isn't there, Detective Hamilton?"

She jumped at the softly accented voice at her elbow. She should be surprised at the presence of Nicolas Tejera dressed impeccably in a tailored tuxedo. But she wasn't.

"Mr. Tejera. I thought you were away on business," she replied turning back to the buffet.
laughed.

"Questionable. That's a good one. My father would roll in his grave if he knew that you thought my inheritance was questionable!" He chuckled.


"Keeping tabs on me?" He asked falling in line behind her. "I'm flattered."

"Don't be," Toni returned shortly dropping a piece of warm bread on her plate. "I have a file on you at the police station. You're quite a player in Miami."

"Done your research I see. I'm not so much of a player...I own a club," Nicky shrugged.

Toni edged farther down the line, annoyed that Tejera was sticking to her side very closely. Did she have "bother me" tattooed somewhere only he could see? She was off duty and off the Jones case. Her "interest" in Nicolas Tejera had ended without so much as pay off.

"A club that you paid for with questionable money," Toni said choosing her words carefully. No need to set him off on a slander suit. To her surprise though, he only Toni flushed at the way he laughed at her expense. "Call it what you want," she replied hotly. "I know you've had mafia connections in the past. I wouldn't put it past you to be up to your eyeballs in it again! Men like you don't ever walk away from organized crime. You just put a different spin on it!"

Nicolas' face lost all humor. "Perhaps, we could discuss my past regrets another time, Detective. Right now, I have something else more pressing to discuss with you."

"What? Coming clean about the real reason you're here in Conlan's Glen?" Toni set her plate down on the table, losing her appetite completely. Sparring with Tejera was too draining. "And if you tell me some trumped up story about business, I'll just dig deeper until I find out the reason."

"You're a smart woman...Antonia, isn't it?"

"Toni and Detective Hamilton to you," she snapped.

"Antonia," Nicolas continued. "I'm surprised you haven't figured it out. The reason I came to the Glen was to find Tyler Jones. Just like you've been looking for him. Only I don't want to see him thrown in jail for something he didn't do." She opened her mouth to protest, but he gave her a warning glare. "He didn't rape Melissa Cravens. I know Tyler better than anyone in this town..."

"How?" She interrupted at last. "How do you know him?"

"Surely, you've guessed," Nicolas went on with a satisfied smile. "Think about it."

She hated him. He was so self-righteous and smarmy. It disgusted her. Think about it. What was there to think about? Tyler Jones was, from all outside appearances, an intelligent college boy with dark good looks and no real family to speak of, nor many friends. The only person he appeared tied to in any way was Nicolas Tejera; a man who appeared from nowhere with no real agenda. What possible interest could he have in Tyler? He'd been solicitous of information from the start and protective whenever she was accusatory. Almost as if...

It hit her then. Tejera wasn't old enough to have a grown son but he could certainly have...

"He's your brother!" Toni announced suddenly as the pieces of the puzzle finally fit together.



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The woman he wanted stood out amongst the crowd of fading southern belles. She moved as if in another world and behaved as if she belonged elsewhere. Of course she did, he thought. She is out of place in this life. Her place is in New York or Boston leading a bohemian life. Anyone with eyes could see that. He moved closer to her, waiting until the man she was speaking to moved away obviously deciding that Vivian Marek wasn't interested.

He paused at her side, catching the scent of her perfume on the breeze. His fingers touched a tendril of hair as it fell free from its style. She felt his presence and turned to face him.

Vivian felt her skin tremble at the touch of a foreign hand and her whole body responded. She whirled around, hand moving towards the one brushing over the back of her neck. Her hand clumsily interacted with his before she realized it wasn't who she thought it was. Regaining her composure instinctively within seconds, her emerald eyes made contact with unfamiliar blue ones.

"You startled me." Was all she could work out at the sight of the handsome and vaguely familiar man. She shook it off, dropping her hand from her tattooed neck.

"I'm sorry," he replied his voice carrying the hint of an accent. "You had a stray curl." He motioned to the strand of hair that twisted in the breeze.

She felt an almost school girlish reaction to his accent and it made her smile secretively at the stranger. Vivian reached up slightly tugging on the dark chocolate colored strand of silk before shrugging lazily.

"Unlike most of these women, it doesn't kill me to look slightly...rumpled," she replied coyly, a slight implication to her words, but one to be taken lightly.

"The rumpled look is quite unfashionable," he replied glancing over his shoulder at the other women on the terrace. "However, on you it looks positively elegant."

In the darkness, Vivian felt her skin heat at the unique compliment, and she was relieved for the darkness for the time being, though she could only make out some of his face through the shadows. She looked around self-consciously, some of her vulnerability showing through for the slightest second. Almost shyly, she dropped her head, "well, thank you."

"You're quite welcome, Vivian." He breathed in the night air, smelling the soft scent of jasmine in the air. He was growing attached to the old South and its ways. Even if they were in harsh opposition to his real life and work. He took a step into the soft lighting of the terrace, letting her look at his face for the first time. It wouldn't hurt after all. He smiled gently and stepped to her side staring down at the lake as well. "What a beautiful night," he remarked carefully.

She felt her heart rate quicken when he stepped closer and she couldn't decipher whether it was a negative or positive sign. Her nerves were still wired from her run in with Nicky making her a little edgy. She forced herself to take her eyes off his face and to take in the perfectly scenic view of the gardens.

"Almost surreal," she commented, her remark not so careful.

"Quite." He turned to gaze at her, his eyes resting on the curve of her lips and the softness of her chin. "If I may? You don't belong in this place. Why are you here?"

Again, she had a nagging feeling at the sight of him, an odd sense of familiarity, but she brushed it off. She felt entirely off guard and awkward. "I honestly couldn't tell you," she admitted, leaning her back against the balcony, turning slightly towards him.

He leaned forward, gazing at her curiously. "So why don't you leave?" He asked pointedly. "In fact, leave with me."

Vivian's eyebrows rose, more in interest than shock. "And what can you do to impress me more than this," she challenged, turning to face him directly.

"If you think this is impressive, then there's an entire world out there that I can show you. This is nothing but fat socialites flaunting their money and pretending to give a damn about the charity. You and I both know that these people are phony. Nothing about them is real. I can give you real...if you want it."

"I don't view this as impressive, but my question is do you have the ability to impress me without money, gifts, and other such waste. Can you really impress me?" she asked, placing emphasis on you. She meant it in more ways than one and she wondered if he understood that. Even if he didn't, she was pretty sure she'd willingly leave with this man who's name she didn't even know.

"I suppose that's something you'll have to see for yourself," he remarked taking a step back into the shadow. "Your decision of course. I'm just a man after all. And what kind of a man would I be if I couldn't impress you with just my natural charm?" He added, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement.

"I think I'll have to take you up on your offer later," Vivian returned as her eyes fell on Nicky moving through the crowd away from her. Their eyes briefly met and she felt the familiar intensity between them. He looked away first.

"How did you know my name?" she asked distractedly, only to have her eyes land on an empty space. She whirled around, looking for the strange man. He had disappeared as quickly as he had come.



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"Brothers," Toni repeated slowly taking it in. "That's why you're so intent on finding him before I did...but...why are you admitting to it now? Especially when..." She paused as another puzzle piece fell into place. "You want my help before the FBI gets to him for kidnapping, don't you?"

"He didn't kidnap Dinah Stafford," Nicolas said firmly.

"How do you know that? All the evidence says he did..."

"Except your eyewitness. Kelly Gennaro, if I am not mistaken, told you it looked like Dinah went willingly. You can't base a kidnapping case on circumstantial evidence, Detective. Besides, I think you'll agree with me that Tyler Jones is innocent after I give you this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a mini tape recorder.

"What is that?" She asked eyeing it suspiciously.

"A tape of a conversation with Melissa Cravens. I took it upon myself to interview her..."

"What?!" Toni exploded angrily getting more than a few stares from the elite of the Glen.

Nicolas smiled patiently putting his hand on her arm. "Why don't we continue this outside," he murmured leading her towards the main hallway. "A little more tact please, Antonia," he chided as they broke out of the party-goers. "And do lower your voice."

Toni shook free of Nicolas' grasp and stormed out of the building into the parking lot. It was a clean late summer night with a clear sky and a soft breeze. A night for romance, Toni thought distractedly, not a night to deal with criminals. Of course, it was her lot in life to have nights with criminals and not with the heroes of the world. That was just how it was for Toni Hamilton.

"Give me that," Toni said once she was certain there was no one nearby. "I can't believe someone would do this," she added under her breath.

"She didn't know I was recording it and yes," he added at the sight of her outraged expression. "I know it is illegal and that you won't be able to use it. But I thought you might like to hear it anyway. Especially since the case is no longer yours."

"That was a low blow. All right I'll listen to the damn thing...won't do you or Tyler any good though," she muttered snatching the tape recorder away. She listened as Melissa Cravens admitted to having lied about being raped because her father had told her to but wasn't sure if she bought it or not. It seemed like a stretch to her. When the tape finished she handed it back to Nicolas. "All right, so she says she was forced to make the accusation. She was also forced into saying that by you."

"A very good point. However, I need your help Detective Hamilton. I'll be honest with you right now. I came here to find Tyler but he had disappeared by the time I arrived. I was able to track them down rather easily though and I found them."

"Them? You mean Tyler Jones and Dinah Stafford."

"Of course. He went to our sister in New Orleans. It wasn't too difficult to figure out. Aside from that, I found the man that bought Dinah's car in Georgia. Look, Detective, I'm willing to bargain with you and only you. I won't deal with the FBI."

"Makes sense seeing as how you're a mobster," Toni replied with a roll of her eyes.

"I am not," Nicolas returned narrowing his eyes. "Accusations like that can get you in trouble, Detective. I would be careful with them. Do you want to talk or not?"

Toni bit her lip thinking for a moment. It wasn't her case. It wasn't, she reminded herself. The FBI would find Tyler, it was only a matter of time. The only reason they hadn't yet was because their resources were spread so think in the DC area. Still it would be nice to be the one to bring him in...even if Tejera's tape was authentic and he was innocent, she would have one-upped the FBI.

"All right. Let's talk."



Scene 6:

Vivian was everything Jack Creighton remembered her being the one time he had seen her in Florida...when she had been on the arm of Nicolas Tejera. She didn't remember him and that was a good thing. He didn't want her to. She couldn't, not if all his plans for her went well. He watched her for another minute, waiting to see if Tejera would approach her again. He didn't. His attention was focused firmly on Detective Hamilton. Had to hand it to Nicky. He had a way of picking the right women.

Slipping back into the shadows, he reached for his cell phone. "It's me," he said. "Tejera is here and talking with the detective right now. You know what to do." He didn't listen to the response. He hung up and dialed another number, clearing his throat as someone answered.

"Conlan's Glen Police Department. Detective Malloy speaking."

"Yes," he said in a perfect American accent. "I just saw that guy...you know the one who took that Stafford girl a while back?"

"Tyler Jones? Can you give me a description?"

"Sure. About 5'10'', dark hair. Kinda Hispanic looking. There was a girl too."

"What did she look like?" The detective asked, his excitement evident even over the phone.

"Dark skin, pretty. About 5'4". I saw them heading towards Maryland Ave about 5 minutes ago."

"Thank you Sir. I'll be sure to follow up on that. Now if I could just get your name..."

He ended the phone call, pleased with himself. He did have plans indeed. By the time he was finished, Nicolas Tejera wouldn't know what hit him. Then again, neither would this town. He was beginning to like this quiet little suburb. Perhaps, he would extend his stay. He would think about that later. For now, he needed to concentrate on Nicolas and showing him exactly what he was capable of. Strolling back inside the ballroom, he waved a waiter over and took a glass of champagne. All that was left to do was watch the fallout.
 

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