Assassins

Carson nods to Nate without hesitation. “Call Scott. If he doesn’t know, we’ll get to TJY and look it up. This is the only thing we have to go on.”

Wyatt sets his jaw grimly, not looking forward to the job of breaking the news to Aerith, but he knew Nate was right. “Let me go talk to her now before anything else happens. When you find out where we’re headed, if I’m not caught up with you yet, call me.” Turning, he heads back out the door.


Scott takes in Katie’s kiss to return it, his one hand cradling her head, his other brushing her arm. Drawing back, he grins. “The company is always what makes or breaks a movie.”

Letting her rest across his lap, he combs his fingers through her hair, the love pouring from his eyes. “So I guess with you around, there will never be a movie I don’t enjoy watching.”


Wyatt knocks on Jamie’s door and after saying hi and being let in, he finds Aerith in the living room, watching tv. Easing himself down on the couch next to her, he gives a sigh, just studying her for a moment. “Aerith…there’s something important I need to tell you.”

He didn’t want to hurt her. He knew that she had a strong dislike for her grandmother, but even so, it was still her grandmother. “We were at your grandmother’s house…looking for Frankie…like you knew. And…”

Wyatt reaches over to take Aerith’s hand, trying to be as gentle as possible. “We, um…” How was he supposed to say this? “We…” He’d never felt more at a loss for words. “Aerith, I’m sorry, but…your grandmother passed away…several days ago.”


Morgan quirks an eyebrow, but gets out of Frankie’s way as he gags Misty. Catching Misty’s eye, he squints at her, trying to figure her out. Opening his mouth, it’s almost as if he wants to say or ask something, but Frankie’s presence makes him think twice.

Instead, he goes to a nearby chair to sit down, crossing his arms across his chest. Finally, and as if totally out of the blue, he states under his breath, “Assassins never change. Once they got a taste for blood, it doesn’t go away.”