Sonny and Sara are sitting on the couch still. Mike has joined them on the couch and Luke has taken a seat in a nearby chair. Jason is standing behind the couch, arms folded across his chest.
J: "Sara, is there anything else you could tell us that might help us? How did your Grandma Jane meet Brenda? Why did she leave you with her? Was she traveling with anyone? Was she in contact with anyone?"
S: "Isn't that enough questions Jason? Don't overwhelm her. She's been through a lot; can't you see that?"
J: "Sorry Sara. You don't have to answer them all at once."
Sa: Smiles at him. "It's okay. I asked Grandma Jane some of those same questions when I was sixteen after she gave me the ring. As I already said, she didn't tell me much then, but I remember a story she told me a few months ago that might help. I was upset about a friend of mine that had been shot by stray bullets in a gang war." Sonny looked at her with worry. "We didn't live in the safest part of town," she explained. I was on a why do things happen kick and Grandma Jane said that it happened for a reason. I thought she was crazy because how could there be any reason for an innocent to be shot? She said that I would never have come into her life if it weren't for a gunshot. I made her explain to me what she was talking about and she did, but reluctantly. The situations were different, but she got her point across that things happen for a reason. She said my mother on he appeared on her doorstep one night, begging for help. She had some crazy story that she had accidentally shot some guy that she had been traveling with, needed to get him medical attention, couldn't get the police involved, and needed to use the phone to call her sister in London. Brenda was calm about the whole thing but looked like she would lose her mind at any moment."
S: Interrupted her when it had sunk in that the Brenda had called London. "Julia. Julia knew? She assured me that Brenda was dead and that I needed to move on."
Sa: "Who's Julia?"
S: "Brenda's sister who lives in London. What else did Grandma Jane have to say?"
Sa: "She got them medical attention at a nearby hospital. The police did get involved, but it was ruled an accidental shooting when the guy said he shot himself on accident. After he recovered they stayed in Seattle until I was born.
J: "What was the guy's name?"
Sa: "I'm trying to remember. It was a simple name. Sam? Jim? Tom? Tom! That's what his name was.
L: "Sonny are you sure the model wasn't two-timing you and ran off with this Tom?"
S: Shot him a look that would kill. "Brenda wouldn't do that." He sat quiet for a minute then more quietly, "She'd at least tell me good-bye first."
M: Patted Sonny on the shoulder. "You're right, Michael, she wouldn't do that to you."
Sa: "She hated him. Grandma Jane sometimes wondered if she had shot him on purpose. She worried about him, but didn't want to be around him. They hated each other but had formed a bond out of necessity and survival."
J: "Sonny what's Julia's husband's name?"
S: "Tom, I think. Wait. Do you think?"
J: "That's exactly what I think. Julia and her husband have been involved in this thing form the start."

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Brenda is still sitting on her stairs. Tom starts to walk towards her with a slight limp in his left leg; a slight reminder of a shooting "accident" years ago.
T: "You know Bren, she really does care about you."
B: "You stay where you are or I'll take out your other leg," She says with her hand precariously close to the gun by her side. He stops just in front of the first stair. He sits down on it with his back against the wall. "I don't want to hear a lecture about my sister. I think I've heard more tonight than I'm supposed to know, right?" Tom nodded yes. "Just tell me what you came hear to tell me. I don't think it was to spill your guts of all the secrets you have been keeping from me."
T: "No, hon it wasn't." She glares at him and he smiles a little. "You need to get packed up again."
B: Groans. "Where to this time? Is it safe to move? They said they'll get Sara."
T: "We're going to London to look them straight in the eyes."
B: Eyes go wide and she starts to wring her hands. "You found it?"
T: "Yeah, but it perished in a fire."
B: "Tom, we can't go. They're to kill me if I don't have it."